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What Noisy Cats We Are…

Lewis McAdams: In those days cool was a survival mechanism.

I made a mistake. I thought the cover was of Bob Mould of Husker Du but instead is Ed Crawford, aka ed fROMOHIO from Firehose. Thanks goes to We Got Power: David Markey. Makes sense to me…

Big Frank asked Al if I was on the cover of issue number 50. He seemed a bit bugged. Al said no that is ed fROMOHIO of Firehose, they have an interview in the issue by Jon Mastumoto. It was our July 1986 issue. Purple cover ta boot. I saw no resemblance besides being a Noisy Cat.  We were pleased with the cover.

Comrades of fanzine Ink Disease put up their interview with, “the Du” and so I felt a need to join in today. So many bands, fans, and contributors galore. Like I said before, there were many hands in the cookie jar. When we lose a friend from that tight matrix of friends of the punk scene we naturally mourn our loss, but we also share in their brilliance! When they lived with us on this short earth adventure. Wild music and rebellious dear friends, Grant Hart you are one of the cool guys.

SW LAUDEN: We exchanged our work…

Last Sunday I met up with an author S. W. Lauden who told me he became a writer because of his first  published item in Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine in the mid ’80s. It is good to hear inspirational stories. I was happy to know that. A nice continuity even though I did not guess that punk rock would find me at an event dedicated to Lewis McAdams in celebration with Friends of the Los Angeles River.

 

People talk about anarchy
And taking up a fight
Well I’m afraid of things like that
I lock my doors at night
I don’t rape, and I don’t pillage
Other peoples’ lives
I don’t practice what you preach
And I won’t see through your eyes

You want to change the world
By breaking rules and laws
People don’t do things like that
In the real world at all
You’re not a cop, or a politician
You’re a person too
You can sing any song you want
But you’re still the same

I can’t think of anything
That makes me more upset
People talk all this rhetoric
Forgive but not forget
I don’t rape, and I don’t pillage
Other peoples’ lives
I don’t practice what you preach
And I won’t see through your eyes

Publications for reading pleasure…

Solar eclipse of August 21, 2017 Celebration

 I hope you enjoy the coming eclipse.  If you are already there or travel the journey to get there…If you need some reading material while waiting or after it is over and back to normal life… here is my stuff for your reading pleasure….

here is some eclipse music….

My Stuff….

https://hudleyflipside.com/my-shop-get-my-weird-stuff-here/

http://www.eclipse2017.org/

My Punk@lullaby Journal Four Is Now For Sale

Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine is not forgotten. 

Copy number four cover

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 still endure the punk scene.

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…

My Shop

https://hudleyflipside.com/my-shop-get-my-weird-stuff-here/

 

 

Leaves In The Wind

“The Greek poet Orpheus carried Willow branches as a symbol of the inspiration this sound gave.”

weeping willow

I pause outside as bee and lady bug fly around. 

  Sweet is the nectar from 

lemon tree and lavender. 

Letting go of worries and

 desires that do not serve me now. 

An old friend, a song, comes to mind
 
 as my "leaves in the wind."

  Perfect are old recorded songs 

and the insect, flower and tree! 

Somehow as I pause in breathing,

 I am lost in this perfection.

 The recurring of pause of being,

the repetition of listening to old songs

the heartfelt listening and watching nature,

Is my catalyst for artistic expression. 

Never to let us down !!


https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/pause/

My Punk@lullaby Journal Three

“My Punkalullaby is incredibly brave journal about the early days of Flipside, High School, discovering Nirvana, and the LA punk scene. Many of the stories about the LA scene have been told repeated ad nauseam, but Hudley has a unique perspective on what happened and what it was like.”

~ Steve Hart, New Wave Chicken Magazine

Out today! Take off where the last one left off. The journey continues… this is the drugs and foolish love issue.

My Shop

https://hudleyflipside.com/my-shop-get-my-weird-stuff-here/

A happy spit in the wind…

FLipside Fanzine

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.

 

Still trying to figure it out; Punk Wise…or pardon me your love hate is showing dear.

A Ballad to the Good ‘ole Song by Hudley

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Life is a song; having a beginning, middle and end. A song has a soul each time you hear it. A song shares feelings and memories which awaken the life lived. A song holds on to experiences of good and the bad times! A song has a spirit which is eternally youthful, middle-aged and old. A song ends as all living things. A song has all the qualities of life. A song amplifies us, the human being, who create the songs and those that resurrect listening to the songs … time and time again.

Da Capo Press is under a big black sky. Yes, it is good that we all have the freedom to share our stories. In the supermarket I seem to get some deep emotions pulled up. We are all visually abused at the checkout stand. As usual I had to turn the ugly Trump man image around. Was it Time, Time/Life, Rolling Stone, People are another big media cutaneous pig where I viewed his image, and by chance the inside front page had a book review.  My brain sucked it in so fast and I did not want to read it… but it came at me like a kamikaze knife. “The real punk rock …,” “X and the Go-Go’s, “the beloved untouchable Minutemen.” Then there was the one image of Henry Rollins …. His bald head.

“It is a curse…”

I put my blueberries and tortillas on the checkout stand. I know how big media gets a review in such magazines.  Is it an honest interview or is it a promotional piece, or, a big advertisement? It all reeks and my heart breaks a bit to think about how the ‘young punk dead’ would rebel against this… as they did 30 years ago.

At Flipside Fanzine we had an endless supply of photos of all the punk bands. It was common underground weed photographs. Not for sale, or for a museum or for any uptown media DICKS. That was not our agenda.

Henry Rollins’s shaved head,

“Twenty something years ago; what issue was my review of Black Flag live in? A show where I called him a penis head?”

I think it was because he was one big muscle of sweat. It was meant to be a humorous blow from an underground nobody punker chick reviewing just another show. Henry took it like an evangelical’s literal agenda when reading the bible. He was not hip to Los Angeles yet.

By the time the punk scene hit the ‘80s there was a continuous explosion of riptide underground movements happening at the same time.  Bands like X and the Go-Go’s went with the big labels. They left the underground punk scene and faded. A mirage in the desert of big media. We did not focus on them anymore.

Was it 12 years ago when the “Old-School” nostalgia punk thing started to happen? It has passed its peak baby. I was a silly doe when I approached Santa Monica Press and Feral House Publishing 12 years ago with my memoirs about the punk scene. No one was interested. I even shared my ideas with punk Icon Keith Morris? No dice…that is how vinyl melts… old school wise.

I am not bitter just sad. I find that some people are too eager to tell their story in a big way. Big promotional campaigns and all the media hype is a downer man. I wanted to write my memoir because I was concerned that the punk scene, as Flipside Fanzine, might be forgotten? Why am I so loyal … I am still trying to figure it out!

What I have learned is this, I am more determined to do it myself now. DO It Myself BABY… locally and with my own media machine; a computer, scanner and little art closet. I have my heavenly share of nasty sharpie pens, erasers and pencils too. I’ll hang with a community of peasants that don’t really want to break the membrane into the realm of fame and stars on Hollywood. I’ll stay a bard of the earth and sky, in the alley … to the ‘young punk dead.’

Irrelativity

“…Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!
I find comment ’bout my looks irrelativity,
Think I’ll go and have some fun,
‘Cos it’s all for free.
I’m not searching for a reason to enjoy myself…,” – Yardbirds

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How I looked in the dream last night !

Had one of those dreams again of being back at the scene of the 1980s. A club morphed into a Golden Voice show! The tight feelings were there of knowing all the bands and the characters and players ! Jim Kaa of the Crowd was talking in my ear when brother Gus showed up. We are not talking these days, but in this dream we approached each other for a forgiving hug when he turned into myself. How I look now.

I asked myself if I had the password to get in to the show? I said it does not matter cause I am in and not going anywhere!

Lots of guys from bands were roaming around! I was consciously aware enough to dig being back in the middle of things. Running around and being part of what was happening…like everyone else there! My scene, my friends something to offer and cover! Al approached me, we then were at an adjoining Chinese restaurant. We were shooting the breeze ! I was wondering where the bar was ’cause a cold beer sounded good to ease my social tension!

Al had a new computerized contraption that took pictures, recorded bands and interviewed bands; ready for documenting the whole scene. All from a large black computer book!

He was on the cutting edge and creative as usual. As we were eating our noodles a band came on! He said he had to go see about a band. I told him go ahead I’ll watch over your noodles until you get back !!

I awoke from the dream with a missing feeling of belonging once to a music scene that was overwhelming, wild and unpredictable. I was spoiled then! My heart will always mourn those days of youthful rebellion !

Bubble Gum Flopside Comics

The first bubblegum comic book to suck your socks off… and they’re coming to your local suburbia art walk before we melt into oblivion with the Mothman !!
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https://hudleyflipside.com/2016/09/07/what-do-you-put-on-your-pizza/

Sunday Is Random pick and random read day….

Nothing is more sad than the death of an illusion.

~Arthur Koestler

Humid and a belly filled with coffee on a Sunday while kids are playing their games; I find that I am OK!  I look to see that the cats are OK too. Youngest is silent as oldest is screaming at his friends as he games online. An easy Sunday in my cave, then all of a sudden like a flash of lightning from yesterdays storm, my imagined sharp arm reaches through the air pulling me, with eyes-closed, to the books on the brown shelf. I know, I just saw the cult classic Equinox* last night. All about a book and a Demon…Yes a book can change ones perspective about life. Here this reading of some random video promotion… moves us to something musical…

“To the Minutemen, the world was divided between two things-gigs and flyers. Everything was playing shows or getting people to the shows. The rest was not reality.”

~ A History Lesson Part One Synopsis by Dave Travis

This small paragraph can’t be the motif of Punk Rock… but it is…, riding the wave with many guys who were at that place from “one note to the next,” I am glad that this random pick helped me to let go of my grieving process. What I feel for my punk-rock-youthful days, and when life really was only “gigs and flyers!”

Until next Sunday….

Random Book Day By Hudley

Random Book Day By Hudley

http://sugarbuzzmagazine.com/bands/davetravis/davetravis.html

*Equinox 1970 Film

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0067055/