February 11th memorial.. UCLA Center for Musical Humanities 2018

Punk Rock Historian, Colleague & Professional Consultant

Hudley Flipside

UCLA Presentation of Flipside Ten Year Anniversary Issue No. 54.

I stay home

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Courtly love as in the Knights of the Round Table.

Punk Rock Historian and Professional Consultant

Hudley Flipside

“They both laughed and drank to each other; they had never tasted sweeter liquor in all their lives. And in that moment they fell so deeply in love that their hearts would never be divided. So the destiny of Tristan and Isolde was ordained.”
― Sir Thomas Malory

HUD Photo by Al Flipside 1979

I recorded this today. I captured a moment of reflection that needed to come forth. It is in relationship with My Punkalullaby paperback book out on Amazon. As a self-publisher it is rewarding to come out with my own renderings of my memories. My stories are not perfect stories, just real-life moments of life.

I think a good story is like that, it holds mysteries, truth, and often a few peppering errors. Which is OK by me.

I was filled with my feelings this morning about what the early punk scene meant to me. I like trying out things on my cell phone like my Voice Memos Application. I like what I captured.

I was reading and studying King Author and the Knights of the Round Table a lot in the 1980’s while in my twenties. I amplified this and superimposed it upon my life as a young punk rocker involved in a scene.

Yes, the bands and what we did was a kind of Knights of the Round Table experience to me. I do reflect upon these memories or “amber moments” because they still speak to me.

The Knights were the many band members, and their music holds an epiphany of truth and rebellion, eternally youthful in my soul.

Splendor in the Grass

What though the radiance

which was once so bright

Be now for ever taken from my sight,

Though nothing can bring back the hour

Of splendor in the grass,

of glory in the flower,

We will grieve not, rather find

Strength in what remains behind;

In the primal sympathy

Which having been must ever be;

In the soothing thoughts that spring

Out of human suffering;

In the faith that looks through death,

In years that bring the philosophic mind.

~ William Wordsworth

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Unsquare Uncup

The writer prefers using Yahoo for searches. After shopping and bringing groceries to the car, they went online to find a jazz song called Unsquare Dance by the Dave Brubeck Quartet, which they heard on KJazz 88.1 FM around 7:40 am. While doing this, they noticed a man in an SUV, aged 45 to 50, taking a picture of them, which they found creepy.

Does the Eagle know what is in the pit?

Or wilt thou go ask the Mole?

Can Wisdom be put in a silver rod?

Or Love in a golden bowl?

The Book of Thel, Thel’s Motto

(1789–1792)

~ William Blake

Resurrection flowers of a waxing moon on November 2013. Last years flowers are looking mighty good this year…

I eat meat, fish and vegetables. My philosophy is~ we have all killed and been killed; we have all eaten and been eaten. This is the continuity of life, death and rebirth and today I feel like shining. I hope to do it a little bit better each time around.

Before I looked up this song and after I went shopping and put my grocers in the car seeing a strange man take a picture of me; I went crazy in the kitchen. I cooked up some scallops , sesame seeds, yellow squash and zucchini.

I made black forest bacon and scallops without wooden spears to make my treat. I highlighted this all with some San Luis Obispo garlic sourdough bread and a uncap of my favorite coffee; Java Delight Donut Shop.

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/11/06/daily-prompt-searching/

Flipside Fanzine / Magazine Classifieds Issue 50 cartoon..

This was so cute. I found it while looking through back issues researching for something else,

I am glad to see it again. I loved all the little images and ideas that fans of the punk scene sent us.

Rock On: A Little 4th of July story…

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There was a constant hum in the air during the day and yells and screams at night.

Dad dancing outside to music… was one of those times life seemed endlessly youthful… ya we were all dancing to Suzi Quarto.

Twenty years of fireworks over our home was what I was born to. Across the San Fernando Valley the Woodland Hills Golf Course was a private club that displayed colorful bangs and loud lights across the valley. We enjoyed these free fireworks close over our home each year. Neighborhoods were tight and my whole family was together. BBQ, potato salad and sparklers at night highlighted the wild nature of the 4th of July during the 60s and 70s of my life. Watermelons soaked with booze were ready and waiting and the German Telefunken radio was put on a bar stool outside. The music blurred all day along with the bang-bang from our mini canon gun. It was a day of constant motion and movement and thrills of youth. There was a constant hum in the air during the day and yells and screams at night.

The many phases of life are like a bell curve. This was on the top and a great part of life. Now with Mom and Dad gone this 4th is especially a time of grieving for what once was. Ya, the low part of the bell curve. Yet, I know times will change again when my kids grow up and the family grows.

Flipside # 16 Advertisement “Electrify Me,” The Plugz, First album.

Punk Rock Colleague & Historian and Professional Consultant

Hudley Flipside

1979

“They are largely staphylococci (Staph) and are to be found for the most part in hospital wards and clinics, where they cause considerable trouble”

The staph on Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine issue 16 are Al, Jill Masters, Paul Problem, Nate, X-8, Pete Landswick, John Angola, Hud, Gerber, Gerald, and Dee & Hilda. This was the first issue where I was included as someone who caused considerable trouble.

I awoke this morning thinking about an advertisement for the Plugz that (brother) Gus and I did in this particular issue. He did not get credit on staph, but he signed the contribution on the image as Caz 79. Working on this issue was a great adventure and all the characters that were called staph were unique and inviting in so many ways.

I was the model in this advertisement. What I love most about this issue is the map illustrated by Dee & Hilda. It is great to sit back and reflect upon it …. a time so long ago.

It still Electrifies Me !!

(Look for a band and a place… it is fun to see what was really going on then!)

This is a very accurate map of our city-by Dee, Hilda, Al and Holly aka HUD.

LAS PLOGAS “The Plugs” Taken from Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine # 54 Ten Year Anniversary Issue (replica) Paperback

The Case of David Blevins aka Dave Damage

Flipside Fanzine # 27

Cover 45 Grave Image by ROBERT HILL

Dave Damage & Pete and a couple of gals…1980s..Ironic you think?

He had the bluest eyes of a borderline serial killer,

He could memorize lyrics live,

Reciting them back after the show,

He also told me,

“Did you ever notice that you could carry a woman with your fingers like a six-pack of beer?”

David wrote reviews for Flipside Fanzine in the early 80s,

He followed Helen Jewel to us,

We had fun…

Beers, jokes and solving puzzles from beer caps.

He then called us and came by excessively,

Becoming critical and argumentative,

While insulting our friends.

Once he called at 8 pm,

I pulled the phone plug,

We got back at 2 am,

I put the phone plug back in,

He was still calling us,

ring ring, ring ring….

Then there was the dog we buried near

the Whittier dam on the Rio Honda River,

Helen, Al, and me…

Dave hung the long white hair mutt on our front porch,

A poor dog he just got from the animal shelter.

A few years raced by…

We never saw him.

The only person to see him was a friend Mr. Joe Hudson,

He saw him downtown at a horror film festival…

One day our friends Paul and Kori

Found an article in their local paper

Dave was a serial killer…

Caught in a love triangle,

He killed two women,

With a gun,

And rolled their bodies in two separate carpets,

And left them at the Beach,

He is serving two life sentences…

Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine Staph 1977 to 1989 Those Who Caused Considerable Trouble

We’re going down the pub: Looking through the sly seductive eyes of Joe Jughead one of The Static Age guys & Jimmy Pursey

http://www.TheeStaticAge.com

It was a wonderful time… I miss it. Like anytime there are endless stories to be shared. Below is an older review, I retrieved for Jimmy Pursey’s birthday. The small clubs, pubs, and dark corners or up-front-and-personal. I don’t think I will be coming out of my cave anytime soon. I will be doing some writing about this special time. Be safe.

Ingenue

“You don’t have to tell me
That the thing’s I do are wrong
But everything I do in life
Is with us right or wrong
Now I think I understand
How to have some fun”

Sham 69- Hurry Up Harry

The Static Age brings us another fun show at the Scotland Yard Pub in Canoga Park. I could not refuse this free show in my backyard with the Smears (UK), Plexikill, Ingenue and Government Trap.

I missed Government Trap but did see their flyers everywhere. Some of us made little paper airplanes with them. Flying promotional airplanes.

Ingenue is an all-girl band that has a certain kind of sound that I want to get lost in. That is what I look for in a band. That place where I get so lost in the sound that I forget myself. They also got to that point as well where they let go. That place where the line between band and audience fades away. Nice Bass sound and wildly played!!

Plexikill is a powerful band. Nice style with an impressive drummer. She had both feet going even if her left foot only seemed like it was vibrating up and down, cool…great sound!

Then came the headlining band from the UK… The SMEARS. The lead singer Em reminded me of actress Rosalind Russell. They have a heavy musical current to their music. They played a few songs but not enough. It was like not having enough cake…or skimping on the hors d’oeuvre.

A tease.

I laughed when someone from the audience gave them shots of saké, the singer said,

“Is this semen?”

Below are pictures from a night at the local pub… We’re going down the pub …

Happy Birthday Mr. Crash

I am not the faithful fan as many seem to be of the Germs or Darby. There are many that knew him better than I did. I rolled in the same wave that moved that early Los Angeles punk scene. He was one of the unique originals, the few Los Angeles punks.

“In the vacuum of outer space particles tend to clump together. We clustered together as young punks and we created a scene that is still amounting to something? We were a forgotten stagnation of youths that yearned for change. We were unhappy with our world and ourselves.”

~ Excerpt from My Punkalullaby by Hudley Flipside

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“You’re not the first you’re not the last, another day another crash.”

I am not going to do a critical documentary and linear history of Darby Crash. My time in the early punk scene is based on blurred colors and images as a Claude Monet painting. My feelings and emotions linger and still wake me up late at night.

I found him shy, troubled, and out of control. The beat of underground music brought us together. I was unaware of any agenda he had, or anyone had for that matter because the lines were fuzzy.

Darby was a baby when he died. My son is his age now. I often think about how young and inexperienced Darby was.

The below image is a shirt that was given to me by my longtime friend Edward Colver the punk rock photographer extraordinaire.

I love the shirt. When I investigate Darby’s face that Ed captured, I see a small degree of the man he was becoming.

It was not the young face that I knew. A face that I took for granted. I thought Darby, the early punk scene, and my youth would last forever but nothing does.

2012: Edward Colver, Thanks for the t-shirt, buddy!

My only regrets are.

I wish I would have given him a little more of my time,

I wish I would have given him more of my clothing when he asked,

I regret laughing when he was drunk, high, and rolling in glass,

I regret this the most.

What a kid,

What a character…

Happy Birthday Darby, RIP.

Approved by the Ghost of Pat Fear…RIP

I told X-8

Punk Rock Colleague & Historian and Professional Consultant

Hudley Flipside

Note 2/20/24.

Below are two posts about a leather jacket.

I sold it to a collector. I got a postcard a few years later asking if I wanted it back for a trade. The address was not clear.

I would like it back. I was foolish to sell it. But I was going through a rebellions time against things but now older and wiser I realize I was being foolish.

So, wherever my punk rock jacket is I sure would like to see it again or have it back.

Until we meet again…

The black leather jacket was left behind after one of X-8’s female conquests, left behind in his car. He gave it to me and it fit. As a vegetarian and beertarian my frame was petite. Now the jacket is dry and shrunk and I’m round and plump. I had my son model it.

It was a simple complete-black leather jacket. The Charged GBH logo went on top first thing in the early 1980s. I love this jacket. We were inseparable.

My friendship with X-8 faded and he never knew what became of the jacket. A few years ago X-8 and I rekindled our friendship for a brief time on MySpace.

I told him about the leather jacket and what became of it. He was surprised and seemed interested.

This leather jacket is special to me because X-8 thought of giving it to me, and the girl who left it behind…not a clue?

Leather Jacket bye bye !!

Nazi Punks, It is just as clear today as it was from the beginning… and I have one thing to say….

Today the extremes in human nature seem to be battling it out on the human stage. The weather is extreme and nature is bitchy. The feeling I have of deep oppression is swallowing my hopefulness for humanity.

Satwant Singh Kaleka and Lt. Brian Murphy are examples of the best of what it means to be a good human being. They were willing to give their life for others.

This amazes me. This brings hope back into my heart. August is an extreme time of the year and some of us pop like popcorn. Insane, vicious and diabolical… it is very interesting to observe this even though my foresight told me this would be.

The best we can do is go back to doing simple things that make life seem normal again. A hot fudge Sunday, a swim in the pool or a beer at the local pub… but sometimes it is hard to get over the shock and feel normal at all.

Minor Threat,The Beatles & Straight Edge~Twinkies or potato chips.

Punk Rock Colleague & Historian

Hudley Flipside

This is an embellished non-fiction memory. I am always open to comments that differ from my memories. The eighties went by fast and so much happened; besides there were countless bands we dealt with on a constant basis… my mind does play tricks on me.

(Based on my memory…some of it may be embellished by events that are merged together… Fugazi guys…. like Twinkies or potato chips).

“Black, white, green, red, Can I take my friend to bed? Pink, brown, yellow, orange, and blue, I love you.”

Humongous as it was on the wall and in my life.

All this is my way of indirectly sharing currently in this strange Beatles narrative. At the time in the 1980s the Beatles seemed so far away from my lived experience.

Now both Ian and the Beatles seem so far away from my lived experience. I can patronize them both now and so be it. I am older, wiser, and forward moving now… yet I still enjoy their eternally youthful songs, every now and then, and all together now!

When I think about the few times the Minor Threat/ Dischord boys came to visit the Flipside house, I think about how they were, such as the color of Ian’s eyes while waiting in their traveling Van. The waves crashed as we sat there not speaking. Everyone else was surfing and yes, they are a beautiful blue.

The boys wanted to go surfing with Al. I smile at the debates we had over being Straight Edge. Yes, they were Straight Edge, but the van was filled with wrappers from terrible sweets like Twinkies and cans from drinking soda. Salty potato chips too. I was not Straight Edge because I like to drink beer.

I stressed that this did not stop me from my goals or my path but eating sweets and drinking soda would kill me. We debated about crazy stuff like that.

So much time has passed, and memories come and go but what I am sharing today is a funny piece of punk rock history.

I knew that Ian MacKaye liked the Beatles. I sent him some stationery that I made up just for him. I forgot about it. A year or so later he sent me this letter with this check. I kept it all these years in a journal.

I wonder if Dischord Records or Al would mind if I cashed it now?

I wish all of us old punks stood by each other.. sadly this is not always the case..

A note on Helen Jewel and The Misfits.

PUNK ROCK COLLEAGUE & HISTORIAN AND PROFESSIONAL CONSULTANT

HUDLEY FLIPSIDE

Hudley An Original Fiend Club Member

I wrote this post a few years ago about my youthful rebellion. With much insight and pain, I wrestle with my past now as a senior citizen crone who is also a punk rocker, a curse, I’m sure.

If the Misfits put me on their guest list today, like they once did in the past, I would go no matter where they play. It would be grand. Yet I know this will not happen and I hope the best for all bands that are doing well. So be it.

We went out of control!

Helen Jewel roving reporter for Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine.

Helen Jewel was a consistent staph worker on Flipside Fanzine during the 1980s. We met her through another friend through Pete Landswick. She lived near uptown Whittier in a second story funky apartment. She drove around in an old primer grey Porsche. She had a distinct style about her that was a bit on the Femme fatale side.

At the time she worked at a local ceramic business and painted ceramic pieces. She was well-educated in the arts and literature and had a wild side. This is why, I guess, she hung out with us.

I remember when I turned her on to The Misfits. We just saw them live and interviewed them for an issue of Flipside to be published. She did not seem impressed at first, even when I told her all about the band. She was not easily impressed by others at all and told me once,

“If someone has the guts to insult me, I know they are my friend!”

The Misfits were going to play the Whisky A Go Go. I almost begged her to go. I told her,

“You just have to see them to believe them.”

She went. I will never forget the Misfits when they hit the stage.

Glen Danzig was between two out-of-sight monsters of testosterone Doyle Wolfgang von Frankenstein and Jerry Only.

Both with their Devilocks hanging down as far as Helen’s mouth.

There just are no words to describe how much fun these guys are to see live, so I won’t, but we went out of control!

~Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine # 31 Included in the paperback reprint of Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine # 54 Ten Year Anniversary Issue…

Rock and Roll Punkalullaby

Punk Rock Colleague & Historian and Professional Consultant

Hudley Flipside

Happy Birthday Jimi Hendrix

TO Speak…

During the 1980s, the column “Rock & Roll Punkalullaby” in Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine inspired my love for writing and creative self-expression, serving as a wild stage that celebrated the rebellious spirit of the original punk rock scene. Each issue brought a distinct perspective on music, culture, and the underground scene, firing my imagination and encouraging me to explore my thoughts more deeply. The raw energy and passion captured in those pages resonated with me, pushing me to not only appreciate the art of writing but also to embrace my individuality and express my unique voice in a world that often-sought conformity. It made me feel bitchin’.

As I immersed myself in the world of fanzines, I began to understand the power of words and the connections they could forge with others who shared my passions. We listened to all kinds of songs from many generations while working on Flipside.

After I left Flipside, I continued to share music with my kids, who then went on their own journeys to discover songs they loved. Hendrix will always be one of our most cherished artists. Driving them to school was where we dabbled in the many songs that became part of our shared soundtrack. Sharing these moments with my children not only strengthened our bond but also allowed me to witness the timeless influence of music across generations.

Looking back, I am grateful for how music and writing have shaped my life and continue to inspire new memories with my family—happy birthday to the spirit of creativity that connects us all.

Rock & Roll Punkalullaby

From Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine 1980 Fanzine column series by Hudley Flipside

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A feeling

For me Punk Rock is and was and will always be about how it makes me feel. For me it is not about how you look, not what you collect or who you know. It is about friends that are committed to a way of seeing and feeling life… it will endure as long as it is felt… that wild, focused, rebellious, somethings confrontational and unclassified and as different as the individual.

I just had to say this today…