Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine is not forgotten.
This was my concern in 2004 when I began my memoir about the punk scene I was passionately involved with. That Flipside Fanzine would be forgotten. How many punk rock books are now being sold today that mention Flipside? Enough to satisfy me. My Punk@lullaby Journals, one through four, are part of this memory. As I repeatedly say, “There are many stories from the big punk rock. Mine is just one of them. Mine is a complimentary edition to read alongside the big punk rock books out there!” My Punk@lullaby Journals share in the tapestry of the whole worth of what the original Los Angeles punk scene was and has now become! Yes, I have heard the echoes of “another old punk rock story.” This is ok for me to hear now! I can ”transform it into something of value!” It is good for an elder to share stories about life. This is an ancient archetype that I have taken on.
I did approach others to have my book published. I answered my need to publish it by doing it myself. All that I leaned from the original punk scene was available to me. My mind and soul, a computer and printer and a bedroom converted into an office. The integrity of Flipside Fanzine shines through these little numbers I call journals. All four journals I published myself. I’m happy! As I move into turning 60 I’ve done something of value by completing my project. I now share my journals with the public. I was close to 30 when I left the original punk scene! That terrifying year was 1989. Yes, all that first Saturn return and second Saturn return jazz is happening as I write this post now. A continuity that I also share for those that study the oldest of synchronicity wise sciences.
My stories are not perfect stories. If you desire to buy one, or all four, I hope while reading and reflecting on my stories you will find some good values for yourself. It was an extraordinary time and we were wild free journalists documenting a scene. No one told us what to do. We were punks publishing a punk ‘zine. We were running with a tight but growing punk scene. Nobodies of an underground culture. All individuals were unique yet part of a community of rebellious friends. I love it still.
I have always believed, and I still believe, that whatever good or bad fortune may come our way we can always give it meaning and transform it into something of value. ~Hermann Hesse
My Punk@lullaby Journal Four can be purchased on the link below…
Summer Music Funnies…
“What can you do?
What can you do?
With a brat like that always on your back
What can you lose?”
With his mighty baton and cowboy holster on his right hip… Remember to be more than an asshole and go suck a lollypop…
They be in the festivals around the world! The Fucking Good Punk Sherpa! A good Shepard of the bands and the fans! He protects the bands from the fans, the fans from the fans , the punks from the punks! Is he a big bro or a big baby “punk” sitter?
He be cool with the fans, and the bands, and the big chasm that now separates the bands from their fans! Because if he was not there the fans would destroy themselves with violence because of the lack of responsibility for themselves, their friends, the bands and their scene!
Oh hallelujah …. glory glory Good Punk Sherpa!
Journal number Four Out Soon!
The Tape Recorder Issue. I dedicate this journal to the one and only tape recorder we used at Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine. 1979 – 1989.
On the cover is one of my favorite pics of the early punk scene with Subhumans (Canadian Band) and Samoans. Greg Turner, Metal Mike, Wimpy, Hud, Gary and Jim. I am holding Flipside’s tape recorder. Picture by Al Flipside.
I looked outside at the night while watching the stars and the sparkling lights on the Verdugo Mountains It was this time that a new world opened to me. We were all listening and we were all connected somehow.
It was about 3 feet by 4 feet. Beige color and made of a soft wood with round speakers built-in the front of the radio. The base sound was good and highlighted the sound his soft DJ voice made. His voice was in conflict to the loud music he played. Cutting Edge music. I was glued to the sound of the music he played. The room was dark and I was alone in my parent’s second story house.
In my imagination it never occurred to me that I would get to know this music man. A type of pre internet friend. A phone, mail relationship that came to be during the 1980s. Kinda like a Facebook friend now. Not exceptionally close but supportive and reliable and we all randomly came together as a sturdy cable. We were the jumpstart to that starting punk rock engine. A dependable promotional voltage to what the puck scene was screaming to achieve. Great times…. thank you Rodney !! A lot of action and movement ! A lot of love !!!
Punk Rock Violence Go Fund Me !
All my things were damaged or destroyed at a Punk Rock Swap Meet. I put all my love into this!
A quick update about the Punk Rock Swap Meet event.https://www.facebook.com/punkswapmeet/
I just talked to the Knights of Columbus promoter and he feels that by going to his show as a vendor, one is taking a risk. He told me that he believes that everyone is entitled to have a good time and that any damage you incur is just part of the risk and you must deal with it. I was offered no compensation or reimbursement for my merchandise.
The point is not just for me to complain on my behalf, but to point out that by going to this show you are taking a risk. These guys don’t care about you. If something bad happens to you at these events don’t assume they are there for you.
I appreciate Knights of Columbus at least talking to me. The Punk Rock Swap Meet people have chosen to ignore me. I wish them the best of luck in the future. I will not be attending any more of their events … Punk Rock Swap Meets or the local Canoga Park Knights of Columbus events.
Be more than an asshole!
I was out the other night. “We skipped the light fandango” a bit. Now and then a pint, at the local pub, is a requirement of sanity amongst the battling of our republic. A young local toxicologist asked me, demanded, that he would like some more of my Flopside Bubble Gum Comics. I said I will bring more. Yet, here is all of them. You can purchase them through my P.O. Box I do no sell them thorough my PayPal account as I do My Punkalullaby Journals.
P.O.Box 5355, West Hills, Ca 91308
FLOPSIDE COMICS HERE
I will vigorously oppose…
You’re only as good as the best thing you’ve ever done.
~ Billy Wilder
Dad a WWII Veteran (RIP) and his Grandson JF. Santa Cruz CA 1992
I was always listening to music while working on Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine: Social Distortion to Jefferson Airplane, J.F.A. to Mott the Hoople , The Ramones to C.C.R., The Clash to David Bowie, The Crass to The Who! I was always linking the past to the present and those punk records keep coming !
I know you can hear little glitches throughout these videos. Some sort of subliminal mind-control media profit annoyance. Well, they have not got me yet…. it just sounds like scratches on my vinyl records. Nothing new.
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A little spark of truth…
Today is a day of closure and new beginnings. I leased one picture I took around thirty-seven years ago. It is now part of a film that is coming out soon. In the scheme of things, it is a small thing in regards to this film. It is a piece of the puzzle that screams loudly of integrity. I have been treated very good throughout the process. I just got paid for it. (It is a pic of original line up of Black Flag after they broke up but Keith is singing anyway at the Church )
When American Hardcore came out I was overwhelmed by how the punk scene was presented. I did not like it. I saw my same picture in both the film and book. I even confronted the situation. I said, “… that writers and journalists need to research their work and consider original source.” My words fell on deaf ears. Regretfully, I let it go.
I am treated better by the film industry then my own punk community over this. And that is a fact. Yet, I hold no grudges or bad feelings. I just walked around the problem and solved it my own way.
The film “20th Century Women” will have an image folded in its creation that rings truth. From what I have viewed online, I am very interested in this film because the film is set during 1979. (When my picture was actually taken ) Also, I am a woman of this generation. The film is based on a mother and her 15-year-old son. I have a 15-year-old son now. Interestingly, the film includes the early punk scene which is why the photograph is placed in the film.
Nice synchronicity of goodness and better feelings!
HUD 1979 San Francisco pic by Pete Landswick
Everything happens for a reason. I’ve learned that integrity must be earned. It takes time and it is resilient! Maybe this image will only be viewed for a blink of an eye. That is OK by me. I will be on the ending credits for a picture I took at a unique time & place in punk rock history, and it was originally published in Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine. Something to inspire my boys!!!!
There are many stories from the big punk rock…. This is just one of them via Flipside Fanzine and me, and for a long time ago little punk chick named “HUD” ~Hudley! A brave little girl you were, you were !
20th Century Women Link
Michael Conley 1959 to 2008, Band M.I.A. Photo by Kurt Porter.
I remember Mike’s eldest daughter Alex Conley, explaining at his funeral, how her dad always had to play his music loud, be it in the house or in the car. She did not seem to get it, since they had headphones.
Today youngest son is acting like a know it all teenager. He knows all about art and rock & roll. A stick up his ass. Like an old fart art curator or rusty rock band member. Me I am just Mama Kin… I don’t know a thing.
I stopped to drop him off at his college art class. Before he got out he turned down the music, changed the channel to Jazz, and closed the door. I then changed the channel back to rock & roll, turned up the music loud while spinning tires, and raced away. Mike came to mind. I was then sitting with his ghost as this song came on. It be cool man. Time for a cocktail. I enjoyed a ride with Mike Conley today.
Youngest son is my friend regardless… we both like rock & roll, art and fast cars. He is a son and I am a mom.
December 1979 is around 37 years ago. A very tight and small club of mutual fans, promoters and band members were a rebellious team. Before Henry Rollins galore, when the underground punk scene was unique, new and growing as a wild-fire. I swear our agenda was as sincere and planned as peeing on the walls. I use to take a few photographs back in the day as the shift from Hollywood to Orange county became the thing like a large earth quake. Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine was there hanging with the scene. Drunk and wild as a windblown day.
I just signed an agreement to releases an image I took a long time ago about the punk scene for a film called “20th Century Women.” The image is my intellectual property. Some day when, hopefully, my grand-kids or great grand kids are viewing this film they may take to heart what their “grand ma ma” did for an underground punk scene. It feels good to share a history with a company that respected my rights. They pursued me with respect and integrity. It feels very good in the scheme of my life. There are many stories from THE BIG PUNK ROCK this is mine.
The photograph is of Black Flag at the Church with Keith Morris singing after they had officially broken up, a unique photograph is the photograph that I have licensed today. It is not about the money, it is about how I am still amazed that anyone would care about a hot, sleazy, little underground church basement in some place called nowheresville some 37 years ago… because we knew at that time, at that time & place, that no one gave a fuck! I am amused that this lost sentiment has changed. I am happy to signature this agreement today.