Shazam !!

“Shazam!, “G-o-l-l-y, sur-prise, sur-prise, sur-prise!”

I found this here picture and I thought it might ring a bell for one of you punk rock nostalgists !! It was under a pile of pictures like I said. I just darn forgot the longitude and latitude.

Helen’s Romanza.

Helen Jewel roving reporter for Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine.

Image taken before a Halloween Party in the middle of the 1980s. Her costume, Helen as her mother.

“Tell your friends everything. Give away your secrets.

Be wise as serpents and gentle as doves.”

~Allen Ginsberg

“Him all wait for, him all yield up to, his word is decisive and final, him they accept, in him lave, in him perceive themselves as amid light, Him they immerse, and he immerses them.

Beautiful women, the haughtiest nations, laws, the landscape, people, animals, the profound earth and its attributes and unquiet ocean, (so tell I my morning’s romanza.) All enjoyments and properties and money, and whatever money will buy, the best farms, others toiling, and planting and he unavoidably reaps, the noblest and costliest cities, others grading and building, and he domiciles there…”

~ Song of the Answerer by Walt Whitman from Leaves of Grass

Helen was our roving reporter for Flipside Fanzine. She has an amazing character that challenges me to this day! She grew up in Fullerton California and later ended up living in Whittier. She came from the kind of family that sat around the dinner table and talked. Her mother and father expected the children to give a speech about their day. Helen’s father might ask her sternly,

“What did you learn today?”

The words of Walt Whitman, Allen Ginsberg, and Jack Kerouac inspired her life as a teenager. Helen was a few years older than the average punk during the 1980s punk scene. When she asked us to include this interview with Allen Ginsberg, we teased her. It is a good thing she persisted. Helen weaved together important elements in her short interview with Allen Ginsberg with what was happening at that time in punk rock history. It is an excellent read.

One can study the history and literary accomplishments of Whitman, Ginsberg, and Kerouac but it is the link, the alignment, the spiritual rebellious thread that pulls me always!

Thank you Helen!!

“Punk shows suffering, so it acknowledges the real”

Flipside Fanzine 36 Allen Ginsberg

“A pain stabbed my heart, as it did every time I saw a girl I loved who was going the opposite direction in this too-big world.”

― Jack Kerouac, On the Road

This is a Praying Mantis theme song.

But It can hale true!

I listen to a diversity of songs all the time. What I like best about songs are when they talk to me. I talk with them so why not them with me. I use them in my posting as highlighters to accentuate the theme of my postings. If you trip through my musical posting they will tell you a story… oh my I revealed myself again. I think you can do this with most writers.

When songs talk to you it is important. I call it synchronicity listening. At the appropriate time a song comes forth and you know it’s talking to you. Why, you must think about it to find the answer: not take it lightly, it has meaning. One song that did this recently is Love Buzz. It was years ago when I first heard it!

Nirvana brought it back from the dead. A band named Shocking Blue created the original recording of this song. I like both but prefer the original. I like the depth of Mariska Veres vocal style. It sounds like the dark Goddess graphing me by the heart into the underworld. I feel this song is about the power and even imperfection of love and the overwhelming seduction and abuse of it, but It can hale true!

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I posted the song on my Facebook a few days back. Then I went out to the local pub and a friendly DJ played the song as soon as I drank my first pint. Stunned, I felt the hairs on my back go up. I realize that stepping out for the night was a good thing.

We were meant to be where we were at that time and place in history. With so many opportunities available at the time, so much going on with old and new friends it was the place to be. Life in general was being shady.

I realized when the song played that life is a real bitch sometimes, but I am gracefully loved and being taken care of.

I love songs!!! This one of the Praying Mantis theme songs.

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Suck, Suck Suck…. but honest and upfront…

10 year Anniversary issue of Flipside Fanzine Table of Contents.

My wish is to re-publish this issue as a musical historical document of early Punk Rock…for current and future generations. It was so much work. We did it all with our commodore computer 128..Makes me proud !!

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Tape recorder #1 shit worker at Flipside Fanzine

Shit worker, staph or staff… what the fuck?

Al Flipside was like a high school principal when it came to us showing our mugs in Flipside fanzine—seriously, he took it as life and death! I mean, who knew a cover could be my personal “let’s defy authority” moment? Here I am, striking a pose with my mug for the cover, but let’s be honest, my main squeeze is what I’m clutching: the holy grail of nostalgia, my trusty #1 staff… a tape recorder! The original handheld device.

On Cover Subhumans and Samoans: Greg Turner, Metal Mike, Wimpy, Hud, Garry and Jim.

Photograph by Al Flipside

This is one of my favorite pictures taken by Al Flipside. Why it is so interesting to me, because I am holding the tape recorder that was responsible for recording all the interviews we did at Flipside, at least when I was there. Also, I am wearing my PIL pants.

I loved those pants… DIY silk screening days… and then there is Wimpy’s face… brings chills to my spine! I reprinted this special Flipside issue because it is a history of Punk Voices.

An oral history, with pictures too.

Now available again in a sweet paperback book. 1977 to 1987.

The new cover of Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine # 54 Ten Year Anniversary Issue Paperback (replica) 2019.

Click to purchase this paperback edition 2019 …

The Saints full LP 1977 (I’m) Stranded

Livin’ in a world insane
They cut out some heart and some brain
Been filling it up with dirt
Yeah, baby, don’t know how it hurts

Most of my friends know the story but in case you don’t… here it is… I like this band because this LP is the first one that I purchased as a baby punker; the first vinyl that I listened to as I was being slowly brainwashed by the ideals of that nasty punk rock.

I purchased it at a thrift store on Sherman Way and Owensmouth in Canoga Park in the San Fernando Valley, CA. 1978.

(I’m) Stranded is the debut album by Australian punk rock group The Saints which was released by EMI on 21 February 1977.

The Right Chord: Love Canal, The Gears, TSOL and Adolescents

Punk Rock Colleague & Historian and Professional Consultant

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This post is from 2012. Imagine that and I still bug these guys like no tomorrow… but as a fan or fanatic I may be wrong, but I still think of them as buddies, bands and beyond. Youngest son was just turning 12 then and now it is 13 years later, and he is graduating college with a BA in Geophysics…

Happy Happy Mr. Kerry Love Canal.

This was a fun year to see bands before the festivals hit the scene or covid-19 for that matter. The Punk nostalgia was hitting hard and many of the players shook the dust and cobwebs from their instruments and started playing again.

I cannot believe it was that long ago 12/9/2012.

Last time I got to see Steve Soto live.

Love Canal

Holding his hand up and using his finger to make a circular movement Kerry said,

“Remember to go in the opposite direction of the slam pit.”

My young son did not understand his sense of punk humor & doom. I laughed.

~ Kerry singer Love Canal

Bob Gnarly and I / Love Canal

The Canyon Club in Agoura California has been around for ages. Last night was my first time there. It is a large club that offers fine dining; at least the prices are fine prices. If you want some drinks before the show, I suggest somewhere else nearby.

Carpet floors, large booths, lots of comfortable chairs and a large funky chair made the place seem like something out of Alice in Wonderland; or we were in the I Dream of a Jeanie Bottle. Large Buddhas and Ganesha the elephant of success added a disjointed décor feeling to the atmosphere: along with a current Christmas theme of snowmen and ceiling stars.

The last time I saw Tony and Steve ~ Adolescents were hanging together… we all stood there, the only difference is my adolescent son was hanging with us too.

Love Canal, The Gears, TSOL and Adolescents were primed, mutable and youthfully transformed on stage with a massive loud sound system to carry their music to the full crowd of fans.

We sang along to Love Canal. The Gears warmed us up with their familiar continuity of original punk music. TSOL drove the fans wild as Jack talked his dirty talk and The Adolescents came on us like a fire truck’s alarm.

“So, mom what is this thing you call a slam pit?”

“Wait and see.”

My youngest son has been to a few punk shows. He never seemed to focus on the weird folk dancers. This time he was on a mission and as he got closer and closer to the pit, he said this,

“Ok, I am going to the bathroom, but when I get out, I am going in.”

He was talking about the pit and before he knew if three big guys told him,

“Son if you want to go in, we have your back… we will watch out for you.”

So as if catching a wave, he went in and initiated himself into the world of punk… to the live sound of the True Sounds of Liberty.

Thirty years ago, the punk scene did not have the diversity in ages as it does today; guys now seemed thrilled to share their love of the pit to a youngster. I was impressed.

“Ya knows, when I was his age my three brothers and I would sneak out the window at night and go to punk shows. Sorry to tell you I was drinking my first beers in alleys before a show when I was twelve.”

My ears were filled with stories that night as I watched my son learn the moves of this wild folksy dance of the fans of punk rock music. I felt humbled, proud, and part of something that I loved too.

Some boys get initiated into adulthood at their Bar Mitzvah… my son’s onset to puberty seemed to be achieved by having the guts to walk into the pit.

As I held my hand to my heart, the drumbeat moves me as I was thinking,

“Now that is the right chord!”

“But drumbeats do not have chords?”

Overall, a great place to see bands. clean restrooms!

Frank Lopez and Demi Lishen-Girl

THE BLACK WIDOWS

Lately, while diving around in my car I have been listening to a CD by the evil BLACK WIDOWS…

“All instrumental, all original, all evil”…

And I love them. Their songs have a nice edge of surf meets dance and beyond. I would compare them to the band The Venturas but THE BLACK WIDOWS are better. I would make this CD as a must for anyone’s Christmas gift list…damn good dance music…remember to carry a big stick…cause ya never know when you will need it ??

This band will bite ya and you will never be the same…My fave song is Zero’s hour.

Dagger Out Now…!! Interview with Pooch & Hudley Flipside…25 years strong !!!

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The Singing Saints….

Last night I was with Chris Bailey, and it felt like I was in the middle of a whimsical dream. I was loosely following him around, captivated by his charismatic energy. He was on and off stage, seamlessly transitioning from performer to friend. We indulged in delicious food and played light-hearted jokes on people, creating an atmosphere filled with laughter and joy.

One time, in a particularly hilarious moment, I saw him on stage singing with a big red rose wax seal over his mouth and head, reminiscent of the one you use to enclose letters. It struck me as oddly beautiful and absurd at the same time, adding a playful twist to the whole scene.

I remember feeling a rush of excitement as I saw the crowd’s reactions, each one a testament to the fun we were having. It was so much fun to hang with him… or my Animus… that was acting like him to make me happy, a brilliant manifestation of my imagination. The joy we shared that night lingered in the air like a sweet aftertaste, making it a great dream to have, definitely the best I’d experienced in a long time. July 19, 2025

Nov. 29 to April 9 2022… Goodbye….RIP

Chris Bailey is the co-founder and singer of the punk rock band The Saints. He was born in Nanyuki, Kenya in 1959 to Irish parents. Bailey grew up in Belfast, Northern Ireland until the age of seven, when his family immigrated to Australia.

The is just a little tidbit about my all-time favorite punk singer. He has a nasal, deep, crackly voice. His deep Irish voice comes warmly through with his unique singing. A brilliance from my generation that lives today. I don’t believe in heroes, but I can say that this man has inspired me to do things I might not have done. If I could go back in time, I would arrive around the time this underground band The Saints were forming. Australia I would be there! I would try to hang out with them and be friends. Yet, this is just my dream.

I love their music and anyone that knows me knows this, and I am sure gets sick of me saying it. I found out today that one can continue to say things that they like. I can and I will!! I have been guilty of complaining a lot lately. I have been hurt and betrayed in my life, but The Saints have a song for every feeling I have. I can listen to their music and there is Chris Bailey comforting me, enraging me, and inspiring me. I would like to imagine loving me too. He will always be a part of my life. I love him… it is an Irish thing….and an Aussie thing too!

Chris Bailey’s psychic being is still very strong

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 !!

Discord Punk History…

Every time I get an itching to look at what I have saved from years gone by I am amazed at what I find… funny, I go looking for something and find something else just as rich.

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.

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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.

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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

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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…