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Ok…. it does take time…


The Avengers, the Dils and the Alley Cats.

Sunday May 26 will be the time to join with punk comrades and celebrate our originators and characters of the early California punk scene. The Avengers, the Dils and the Alley Cats.

In memory of Jimmy Wilsey

I stumbled into the early punk scene. The Australian Saints and the San Franciscan Avengers gave me the courage to go and see any other alternative underground bands on my own. I found myself melting into a wild alchemy of youths that had something to say. We were finding our voices. All the unknown characters were there, nobodies creating a scene together. We were wild and knew all the songs by heart by The Dils, The Alley Cats and the Avengers.

I will be there handing out some badges joining in the event in memory of our youthful rebellion that is still the heart beat of this crazy continuity of punk rock that still drives our DNA onward,,,

The Avengers, The Dils and The Alley Cats + many special guests (A Celebration of the Life of Jimmy Wilsey) at Echoplex

https://www.facebook.com/events/623081094804740/


Images taken from various Flipside Fanzines.

You can see the whole deal and have it for your own…. below…



My Punkalullaby Promotion Letter To Universities

My Punkalullaby tells a genuine account regarding the exploding punk culture during the late 1970s and throughout the 1980s. This is a story about the essence of a young woman living the life of a radical punk rocker.  Most importantly it outlines the evolution of Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine. Flipside gave a voice to the punks when no one else would. Flipside supported and documented all the players. The fans, bands, promoters and artists all respected Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine.

Let me introduce myself. I co published and edited Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine from 1979 to 1989. Flipside Fanzine documented the Los Angeles underground music scene and the punk rock scene for 20 years. This was locally in Los Angeles and internationally. When I owned the publication, from 1979 to 1989, we published an issue every two months. We also sold Flipside Fanzine Vinyl Records and Live Flipside Video Tapes of current bands at the time.

I am introducing My Punkalullaby: The Seminary of Praying Mantis (Punk Fanzine Memoir Book 1) Kindle Edition. I am asking that you consider including My Punkalullaby in your reading list for your students as an insightful historic memoir addition to your curriculum.

~ Hudley Flipside


I want to recommend this product at Amazon.com

My Punkalullaby: The Seminary Of Praying Mantis (Punk Fanzine Memoir Book 1)by Amazon Digital Services LLC

Learn more: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07LGQQ8RZ/ref=cm_sw_em_r_mt_dp_U_lLpqCbJ807FAD


Information and how you can communication with Hudley Flipside…

My WordPress Site

The Seminary of Praying Mantis     

hudleyflipside.com

 Email Address

hudleyflipside@gmail.com

My Public Image

https://hudleyflipside.com/my-public-image/

Trust Interview with Hudley Flipside

https://hudleyflipside.com/trust-fanzine-interview-with-hudley/


we were in love and wild about it..

Sting like a jelly-fish

Today while walking into Ralph’s super market I saw the familiar old lady under yellow plastic. She was holding a white tissue to her red nose. She sat in her wheelchair at a prime target getting her ‘a little sympathy’. She got mine. I went into the store and purchased a $1.95 Starbucks house coffee medium. I am still amazed that a ‘cup of joe’ costs so much now. I remember when it was 25 cents.

“I like watching Noir films,” I said to the barista. “It is a wonder in those films that a ‘cup of joe’ only coast five pennies.  Twenty-five cents got you a cup of coffee, a ham sandwich and a piece of pie.”

The barista smiled at me as I took the coffee, put in some cream and sugar and then headed towards the old lady in a wheelchair.

“Here is a cup of coffee, you look cold.?!”

“I don’t drink coffee it is bad for you.”

“Really I thought it would warm you up. Coffee is not as bad for you as you may think.”

“I have never had any.” She looked down to her right at a dirty bag of oranges. “It is all right I had an orange…I am fine.”

I was a bit upset. I never thought that she would reject a cup of coffee on such a cold and rainy day.

“Lady sometimes beggars can’t be choosers?!”

I realized that I could not reason with the lady. She had her right to say no.  So, I walked on remembering what an old myth taught me. All about a woman’s psyche.

As Persephone went on her journey, she was advised not to give anything to those needy people who asked for something along the way. It was important for her to hold on to her strength and parts of herself that were precious.

I guess I failed the test today.Then that sorrow thread pulled in me. I call it the thread of sorrow.

I think that our current society does not embrace their share of sorrow. That is why we have so many drug addicts and alcoholics. A social epidemic.

We all need to hold on to or embrace our threads of sorrow. It can pull hard. It can be an echo that mocks. It can sting like a jelly-fish. When we run from our share of sorrow, ignore it, or get lost in our addictions hating it, it only manifests in our world as a monster shadow. Creating hate, chaos and terrible politicians. That is why I love Jazz because it speaks to the human heart and soul. It embraces it’s share of sorrow.


On my mind when i woke up….


I know what I write here. It is the pun-rock curse. A fan, promoter band thing. As a fan it was my dream to meet the bands and the promoters. The intimacy and friendships that formed are endearing for me. There was a time and place about eight years ago that I brought two bands together. Rikk Agnew Band (cult of ‘58) and The Black Widows (carry a big stick). It was a time when the San Fernando Valley was beaming with a few hot spots or punk and alternative music hubs. My one promotion time right after a 10-year  Flipside Fanzine flopped. My mom had just died and I had two boys that needed me at 8 and 16 and I was acting like the teenager… for a while.  Eight years ago is fast growing time for two boys. Life is new and exciting. Eight years for a 52-year-old is slow and precious. I introduced A Pretty Mess and Rikk Agnew and Panic Movement to a good night of old-time buddies and new ones. I was trying to bring together many aspects of the scene at that time and place that I loved. I like small shady clubs and intimate encounters. It was a happy night of loud live music. I was delighted and still think about that night often. I see that the Rikk Agnew Band and The Black Widows will be playing at Cafe NELA coming up this month. Sweet. I guess seeing this event brought back a few fantastic memories. So much has changed but this is so surreal & feels good to my old punk rock bones.


https://www.facebook.com/events/2180430575536192/?notif_t=event_calendar_create&notif_id=1535937037942310


Pancakes… in the hot oil…

Trump’s lawyers are in the hot oil… they have ruined their bright

reputations !!

and have become pancakes with pesto… Testaroli..  with pesto and garlic… and lots of cheese…. eat them down Mr. Trump…. hahahahah poor Rudy and Emmet…



Flopside COmics.. Be More than an assholi !!!!


A punkytale

A punkytale as oral tradition as bards of old

Rockin’ in my rockin’ chair
Rockin’ in my rockin’ dreams
We all are elder punks now
The first of the punk rockers
A youthful explosion…

001

March 28, 2018

Last night’s dream

The dream was long but what I remember is we had a big back yard. In the back yard were big beautiful old trees. So big that artists would come to visit so they could sit under the trees. They’d sit under the shade of the old trees and make art. They enjoyed the big trees. Two people I knew came to visit us. Two old friends I knew in my rebellious youth when I had a punk fanzine. Band members I championed as we grew from youth to adulthood. First was Mike Palm. He was sleeping under one of the trees. I saw him there. Next son said that another one came to the door. He went back to the big trees. He told son he knew me. Son let him in and he went to the trees. He had his painting art supplies and a sleeping bad rolled up behind him. I went back and saw that it was Mike Ness . He smiled warmly at me. I felt all those friendship, close, intimate feelings come back to my heart. The feelings of loyalty and belonging to something bigger than ourselves.  He was fine. So, I left him alone under one of the old trees. In the house I made him a sandwich. We always made sandwiches for our art guests.

Dreams like this hurt me. I still somehow feel connected to these punk charmers of my youth. They made a big impression on me. I still love them both so much. Though our lives are not intermingled as they once were. They are still beholding to me. They hold value in myself, my psyche. It is nice when they come to visit, even if only in my dreams.

I wonder if they ever find my face smiling up at them in their elder punk dreams. I hope so… somehow there is still a heartfelt remembrance and shared values from our youthful rebellious days. Long gone by days…that we all share together.


Vesta Image

I have enrolled a new image for The Seminary of Praying Mantis. She is Vesta.

“In her role as sister. Vesta represents the principle of focus and commitment. She functions as autonomous self-identity transforming creative energies into purifying and integrating personal circuitry.” ~ Demetra George & Douglas Bloch

My heart is still shaking all over after all these years…

Gasatanka / Flipside Fanzine Vol 2.. with Revolutionary Fetus …

Doing a little reflective researching for my little talk. Always gets my heart beating a little faster. This band insert was one of my favorite ones. My work.  But I always wanted to do a newspaper Fanzine. The individuals that made this vinyl fanzine happen are amazing ! What a wild project… a wonder how it ever happened?

Autumn Magic poem five

A place in the house


Wind stopped
cave is dark
no movement
"Blake's" worm.

Dreams from last night
still light feelings
"If we keep the healing temple open, 
the people will come?"

A faint glimmer
candy corn desire
baked potatoes,
ham and tomatoes
salt and pepper
holy dill...

Magic inverted
deep turn
deep.

Dudea