My letting go epiphany. Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine the Narrative Documentary Epeisodion Two and Three


I wrote my Punkalullaby, also published the paperback, my dream come true, replica of our Ten-Year Anniversary issue # 54. Also, edited, and produced Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine the Narrative Documentary / Film Epeisodion One Two and Three.

Now I am going to show Epeisodion Three on my YouTube channel for free viewing.

Yet the truth is I think I have completed my mission of bringing together original source. What Flipside Fanzine accomplished as part of our underground and musical history.

All the bands are there to speak for themselves.

I thought of making money off of my projects… yet punk rock has never been about profit it has always been about love…. I decided instead to just let it all go into the cosmos for those of you who want to see the big picture of punk rock and beyond. The historical context and my pull back into a world of intimacy and fun. Where Flipside Fanzine came from and where it ended up.

It is more now than dissected images, videos, or bands. I have brought the story and the real narrative together again. I am incredibly happy with completing my mission. But now I set myself free.

Be More Than a Witness.

Hudley Flipside



Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine the Narrative Documentary / Film.

Lead singer for the punk rock band the Adolescents Tony Reflex

(Anthony Brandenburg). A career in teaching and has been a vocal advocate for the rights of people with autism and Asperger’s Syndrome, as well as for music and fine arts in education.

Main narrative threads are taken from Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine editorials.


EPEISODION TWO

Original Punk Staff Tory Paisley

(Jorge Torres) Has a PhD in Musicology from Cornell University. Associate Professor of Music at Lafayette College.



https://flipsidefanzinenarrativedocumentaryfilmepeisodion123.wordpress.com

Misunderstood, Nina Simone, The Animals, The Saints and the lovely Elvis Costello.

Punk Rock Colleague & Historian and Professional Consultant

Hudley Flipside


Dedicated to The Henry of Rollins



Well If I get edgy, I want you to know
I never mean to take it out on you
Life has its problems, I get more than my share
But there’s one thing that I would never do
‘Cause I love you
Oh


” “Don’t Let Me Be Misunderstood” is a song written by Bennie Benjamin, Horace Ott and Sol Marcus for American singer-songwriter and pianist Nina Simone, who recorded the first version in 1964. “Don’t Let Me Be Misunderstood” has been covered by many artists. Two of the covers were transatlantic hits, the first in 1965 by the Animals, which was a blues rock version.”




You’re all talkin’ ’bout better days
If I got one I think I’d go insane
I’ve been misunderstood for too long

Eternally Yours is the second album by Australian punk rock band the Saints, released in 1978. Produced by band members Chris Bailey and Ed Kuepper, the album saw the band pursue a bigger, more R&B-driven sound, augmented by a horn section. The album also saw the introduction of bass guitarist Algy Ward, who replaced the band’s previous bass player, Kym Bradshaw in mid-1977.”




“Rather than scrap the session we cut a slow, violent version of the Animals/Nina Simone song: “Don’t Let Me Be Misunderstood”. The next day we borrowed Michael Blair from Tom Waits‘ band to add a marimba part, and the record was complete. This may seem ironic as I attacked the song with a vocal capacity that Tom might have rejected as being too hoarse.”

~ King of America (Liner notes). Elvis Costello. 1986.



The mystery is accepted!

Wild flower in my garden comes forth singing Coyote’s song…


Does it seem braggadocio to say that I am no longer searching.

Blake, Jung and The Divine Comedy no longer guide me? All the religiosity I have learned pales in comparison to what I found within myself … nature, mother father God … the medicine wheel, praying mantis, Dionysus. 

The mystery is accepted! Creativity and the simple things in life guide me. 

I still have ambitions and needs which inspire me but it is different now. 

All the emotions play now… a compassionate nature almost crescendo at times … but passes.

A connection to the earth and the cosmos. 

I’m heard and I hear … 

As wild lovely flower! 


Postcard series Strong Women.

Yes, it is that time again before a presidential election where my bones are rattling for honesty… words are mightier than the sword… and so are women.

We at Flopside Comics support these strong women and their narratives to live courageous lives of goodness, strength, and honor.

Christine Blasey Ford First image.


~Hillary Clinton


Stone Face Woman in No Man Land Vandalism?


On the way to Box Canyon in Chatsworth, we sadly noticed this lovely lady’s face was disgraced. (Stone Woman Face on Map).

Graffiti. Well in her honor and memory…. I am glad I took this image a few years back. Maybe we will have a day to clean her up…I called Simi Valley, Ventura County, LA County and LA City and my representative John Lee and no one wants to claim it in their area or district. It is really a strange thing to deal with. How unorganized our counties and cities are. SO very strange…. So now to find who the property belongs to. When no one is claiming it? I found an interval or other world …. it is so bazaar.

Note: we found out it is privately owned property. Yet it still seems strangely unlikely..


The Tree Trimming Drones


Happy mulch makers…. Drones “SEX KICK”

Into the future

From the cloud a large drone came forward. It had extensions and was computerized to detect many things. Designed to trim trees on a continuous basis in neighborhoods. Also, out to more robust ones for forests and fire regions where the weather and environment were elevated temperatures.

These tree trimming drones were made up of many parts to trim trees. It would affirm the tree family. Birds, bees, squirrels and opossums or any living life form.

Even human children climbing trees.

Softly working with the gathering drones that moved and grinded the tree parts into mulch, grind grind, to share throughout the neighborhoods.

A gentle “AI “which trimmed and extended common humanity to the living tree. If any issues came forth beyond its designed expertise an electronic note would be sent to the Street Service department.

Where a trained human specialist would address the issue. Such as moving a bird’s nest or loving beehive to another home.

Or addressing the cutting of a tree down and removing a tree stub if necessary.

Always addressing the tree with an ancient prayer.

“We will be cutting you down soon.

You survived our community well.

Now you are dying,

We ask your dwelling nature spirit,

To move forward now,

To your spiritual realm.

You will not be forgotten.

Bless you and thank you.”


Metallic Thuds


“The tall trees in the greenwood,
The meadows where we play,
The rushes by the water,
We gather every day;”

−by Cecil Frances Alexander


Right now, there is a war going on outside. Trucks are attacking our sleepy neighborhood to trim down our trees. We are talking massive trucks.

I talked to a Los Angeles County representative, and he told me the reason we were not notified weeks earlier about the colossal invasion of trucks, chainsaws, dinging, and loud bangs is because a Fire Marshal just a day ago decided that there is a fire hazard here in our neighborhood. Our trees are growing and causing an issue with the street sweepers. Tree branches are touching or contacting the street sweepers.

I called the local fire department and was told a Fire Marshal would not come out to do something like that. It would most likely be a local inspector. I don’t know. The Street Services were most likely not tell you the truth.

This is a fire hazard all of a sudden?

It was in November that I made a complaint to the county that our street sweepers were not coming. They had not been coming for some time. After about a month’s time I was told it was due to the trees’ overgrowth.

Also, I found out from an official Los Angeles Street Services worker that the street sweepers only come the first and third Wednesday of every month. Even though they triage as well. We were not notified about any of this. We were not notified about today as well.

The trees could have gently and consistently been trimmed over time. Yet that would take city and or county planning. Something I have observed is that the “STREET SERVICES” does not have. Which is the foresight to plan.

The problem is that the law that enforces the signs on our street “Parking Violation” is giving us tickets. Even though the signs are not valid on our street. No street sweepers and police enforcement still will write up tickets. That seems illogical to me.

The street signs say every Wednesday from 12 to 2 PM. One cannot park on the street, or your car will be ticketed.

Today the new signs, put on with a wire, say cars will be towed away. Which is always a thousand dollar fine or more.

So, I asked many departments and city officials who manage this issue to change the signs or at least take down the signs, so my neighbors and I do not get 70-dollar tickets. Until all the LOS ANGELES city or county departments become organized. To unify!

Yet it has come down to this. The “STREET SERVICES” is doing this without considering the environment. This is an attack on my neighborhood. The ravens, birds, and bees who we share a neighborhood live here too. The cats and dogs who also live here, not to forget the raccoons, possums, and other wild things who are perchance abruptly losing their homes.

It is a rape of our neighborhood. It feels like that to me. This is much worse than having a tooth pulled. That feels like rape too. Just yellow trucks, metallic thuds, loud chainsaws, and the loud sound of stump grinders.

https://councildistrict12.lacity.gov/about/council-district-12/west-hills

https://streetsla.lacity.org/



William Blake at the Getty Center


Hear the cutting of the trees,

The loud metal machines.

shredding softer bark and home

Of birds and Opossum.

Nature is often raped.

And with no thought

But a job to be done.

No morality or awareness

Kindness or prayer.

My heart breaks.

Again, and aging.

So, I offer this prayer.

To the trees

Of the east, south, west, and north…

I love you and I am sorry.

That so many humans

Are so cruel and uncaring and slow to your suffering.


William Blake


I asked two people what brought them to see Blake today ?

An older man with a cane and a hat looked at me obtrusively and said,

“Why not?”

A middle aged woman told me,

“I have been drawn to the colors in his watercolors.”

A man with a bright English dialect was very polite when we shared some words in front of Blake’s Divine Comedy watercolors.

“Larger than I suspected.” I declared.

He responded,

“I am here with my daughter and her friend. I think he will like this. His name is Dante.”

I danced through the images as I scanned it all with my soul’s eye!

So much Blake is like too much cake.

I’ve spent the next day reviewing and recovering.

I did not find his glowing eyes nor did I see an angelic being.

There in the museum,

as I do in my simple imagination.

Content.




Individuation


The archetype of the success of the alchemical work was the androgyne, the balanced co-mingling of opposites. As we have seen, Ariadne’s own animus is activated positively, while Dionysos himself, blends the features of both sexes, along with being in positive relationship to the Earth Mother and the feminine. Each thus represents a balance of masculine and feminine within themselves and together they form two wholes in harmonious union, rather than two incomplete halves to one whole. Ariadne, a whole, rather than half, psychologically illustrates the Jungian goal of Individuation.