A lack of human conscience. No human consciousness. Inhumanness

“The Double does not exist only as an Ahrimanic shadow in individual men. There are members in this Doppelgänger sub-hierarchy of far greater power who act as the anti-spirits of peoples, nations, and races. And finally, there is the World Doppelgänger, the Anti-Spirit of Humanity, which plays its historic role as a servant of Lucifer in opposing the rightful evolution of human consciousness.”

    Pg. 291 The Spear of Destiny, Trevor Ravenscroft

Taken from The Terrible Death Bubble Gum Comic A Flopside COmic!

“I am the spirit that negates.

    And rightly so, for all that comes to be

    Deserves to perish wretchedly;

    ‘Twere better nothing would begin.

    Thus everything that your terms, sin,

    Destruction, evil represent—

    That is my proper element.”

    ― Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, Faust – Part One

Friday night was time to go out and celebrate because my man was winning a Chess tournament online. Youngest son, my man and I made three.

We went to the local Pub and then bar to celebrate properly.

We played darts at the Pub and had some healthy “Humulus lupulus” while listening to real records. The hiss and scratches and well listened to 45s made the music more enjoyable to me. Soul, ska, and other melodies moved through the Pub and lots of hugs were shared.

At the next-door bar, we had some cocktails and enjoyed the slow ambiance of a well-loved bar. Nice and easy with an anime film on the screen. A break from the usual sports in most bars.

As we were finishing, I looked over to see a man with a beard. Brown and rather friendly looking. We smiled in what I thought was a happy nod of enjoyment. He came up to us as my youngest son got up to take care of business. Then the man walked over to my man and me.

“Not just Jews were killed in WWII by the Nazis.”

We responded with a knowing agreement. Then he went on.

“My great grandfather saved a whole lot of people. Christians mostly and not many Jews.”

Seems this guy was reflecting upon his grandfather and WWII.

“You liberals think it was only Jews. You who voted for Biden and Kamala Harris!”

We then got a little confused and I said,

“How do you know who we voted for?”

Then he addressed me directly,

“Who did you vote for?”

“None of your business!”

We batted that back and forth a few moments.

Then came the flip into a world of conspiracies and insanity when he looked at me and addressed me singularly.

“You liberal voting people think only the Jews were killed in concentration camps. But you are the real Nazis.”

“How do you go from talking about WWII and then accuse me of being a Nazi?”

I then put my hand on the table with a whack. Telling him about how my dad got a purple heart as a captain pilot during WWII.

“I respect that your grandfather saved many lives during the war from concentration camps. Yes, there were all sorts of people who died there, and the people were also saved. Gypsies, Christians, Jewish people, I really don’t think it mattered who you were or your faith. Hitler killed anyone opposed to his belief system of inhumanness.”  

The man with the beard seemed filled with total contrary ideas that made no sense but only served to confuse and attack others who he found offensive. He is one of the ministers of chaos. Who spreads their hate talk.

It was a really sad moment of the evening, and when he told me he did not give a fuck about Iranian women’s demands for freedom I turned my back to him and walked away with hands up.

Youngest son confused him by saying,

“I didn’t vote for Biden.” (Just to see the bearded mans confused expression of an unexpected answer.) And added,

“Thanks for the story.”

Nothing that going to Denny’s didn’t wash away mighty fast…

At Denny’s youngest son was laughing and said,

“I was staring at the tiles in the bathroom and then I walked out, and you were talking to this guy. It was a weird thing to walk into….”

He really enjoyed the people we met last night between the pub and the bar. I have not gone back since.

    “Alister Crowley adopted different identities when the mood struck him-and, like Trump, did his best to keep his name in the newspapers-and chaos magick asserts that one’s identity is malleable, that one should “reinvent’ oneself often, play different roles. We should pretend to be someone else, to envision a “magical self” possessing all the qualities that we desire, something that some New Thought advocates also suggest . Chaos magick also promotes the idea of using “shock tactics” saying something “outrageous” in order to “enhance personal power,” something that, as with much else about chaos magick, seems to come to Trump naturally.”

    Pg. 76-77, Dark Star Rising, Gary Lachman

These chaos ministers are a part of

WE THE PEOPLE,

They are out there,

and it is something to be aware of,

Even at the local bar.

Does George Santos ring a bell? He is a manifestation of this “Crazy un-Wisdom” of “Chaos magic!”

Seems it is what it is.

In a bar in the San Fernando Valley California to the House of Representatives

And some Senators…

bewildering our beloved District of Columbia,

these dark spirits or anti-humans are hanging around,

spreading their chaos, chanting their bull crap.

Bubble Gum Flopside Comics… so go screw!

My Three Solids until the day I die.

As Mother’s Day is coming up. What makes me the happiest is enjoying the continuity of songs that inspire my animus, helping in the process of my individuation. To be who I am in this mysterious world. Conflicts and war, religiosity, and a woman’s right to choose moving through the air like bombs of emotionalism.

Poor anti-leaders who abuse their power in our world. War… Many things that make my voice in a world ridiculously small. Yet I keep speaking up and writing. As a mother… I have done well enormously proud of my decision to give birth, to create.

I am responsibility and caring. That is me and I am grateful to all the individuals who have nurtured me over the years.

Love is worth speaking about…. also, the love of a song, the ones who sing and create… that is my wonder to cherish as I am also my mother’s wild child.

Happy Mama’s Day.

So, cheers and have a beer with mama.

Punk Rock Historian and Professional Consultant

~ Hudley Flipside

All about a song and beyond !!

Stephen Stills (online source)

Ed Kuepper

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Colin “Jock” Blyth image from Flipside Fanzine

Stephen Stills

“For What It’s Worth,” “Bluebird” and “Rock & Roll Woman” are three of my favorites moving songs performed by Buffalo Springfield’

Ed Kuepper

“Nights in Venice,” “Demolition Girl “and “Church of Indifference” are just fucking profound songs.

Jock Blyth

Playing his hardcore punk sounds “Freak,” “Pins and Needles” and “Stormchaser”

Songs that sample their sound… I love them through and through. Thanks!

* Stephen Stills born Dallas–Fort Worth metroplex, the fourth-largest metropolitan area; Buffalo Springfield 1966–1968.

* Ed Kuepper: Edmund Kuepper was born on 20 December 1955 in Bremen, then part of West Germany. His family migrated to Australia in the 1960s and settled in Brisbane. The Saints 1976-1979.

* Colin “Jock” Blyth: GBH were early pioneers of British street punk, often nicknamed “UK82”, along with Discharge, Broken Bones, The Exploited, and The Varukers (Charged) GBH: 1978–present.

As I awoke from my existential childhood there are three guitarists who have had a profound wake-up call on my soul, body, and mind. From generations the 60s through to the present. Making me happy how these three guys are still moving around the planet and continue to play their songs.

Though I never had the privilege of meeting Stephen Stills, or Ed Kuepper I have met Jock Blyth.

I am friends with Ed on Facebook and Instagram and maybe my annoyance as a fan has zapped him now and then. Because my only addiction is the band The Saints.

I don’t ride my generations as a cult but as scenes mingling amongst sounds and friends. In real time, life and on the internet. The 1960s, 1970s and beyond had the most influence on my life as the DNA that makes up my soul.

As an older senior citizen, I am pretty well saturated. Open and way past the need to wake up now it is the sound of these three that calm me, set me free and make me feel bitchin’.

I was overwhelmed and happy watching Billy Porter perform “For What It’s Worth” with Stephen Stills at the 2020 Democratic National Convention. Or seeing Buffalo Springfield on an old episode of Mannix from the 1960s.

Or being moved deep down when listening to Ed perform The Aints song “You’ll Always Walk Alone” on You Tube.

Or reading Jock write about how he enjoys Tripel beer a style with roots in the Belgian Trappist tradition on Facebook as GBH tours Northwestern Europe.

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Now all within the comfort of my cave.

Flipside Video Number Four Brit Boys Attacked By Brats

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

This post shows up after many years. I have done what I inspired to do. I am amazed that in my frustration I came forth with a re-print of our Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine Ten Year Anniversary issue. Also, My Punkalullaby memoir, both in paperback. Also, my three Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine creation narratives documentary films.

I did what I set out to do. A new Flipside Video loop is out too and that is it… Flipside Fanzine, my story and all for ones reviewing. D.I.Y…. the Flipside way. Learn as you go.

a bard of the earth and sky, in the alley,

Hudley Flipside / 2024.

2016

A Ballad to the Good ‘ole Song by Hudley

‘to the ‘young punk dead.’

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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 inconvenient times! A song has a spirit which is eternally youthful, middle-aged, and old. A song ends like 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 … repeatedly.

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 reviews in such magazines. Is it an honest interview or is it a promotional piece, or a big advertisement? It all reeks and my heart break a bit to think about how the ‘young punk dead’ would rebel against this… as they did 30 years ago.

At Los Angeles 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 ‘eighties 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 Los Angeles 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 in Hollywood. I’ll stay a bard of the earth and sky, in the alley.

A Terrible Threat

Punk Rock Historian, COLLEAGUE and Professional Consultant

Hudley Flipside

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“Walk on the Wild Side” is a Lou Reed song from his 1972 second solo album Transformer. David Bowie produced it. The song received wide radio coverage, despite its touching on taboo topics such as transsexualism, drugs, male prostitution, and oral sex. In the United States, RCA released the single using an edited version of the song without the reference to oral sex.

Being weird is always a terrible threat! A wonderful and eternal weirdo place way to be!! RIP Lou Reed!!

“For indiscriminate empathy, which is characteristic of Neptune, we often try to make this into a very exclusive and discriminating empathy for him alone. We can see the same kind of mechanism at work here that is suggested by a Uranus-Saturn contact. Even if the individual is not expressing Neptune in a particularly conscious way–and few do expect through the creative media of music or theater–this lucid and magical quality will be apparent to the person whose Saturn is affected. It is an entrancing quality while it is a terrible threat for although Neptune seems to say, “I completely understand and love and accept you, he will say the same to everyone indiscriminately.” ~ Liz Greene

When I was 14 years old the song Walk on the Wild Side was the hit song of a generation. The song reached mass appeal. I was not aware of The Velvet Underground or Andy Warhol during the sixties but by 1972 Lou Reed reached the place of “creative media of music,” where he would say “the same to everyone.”  I hated this song because the song began with my name. The kids at school already labelled me as a weirdo.

 “Hey Holly want to take a walk on the wild side…hahahah!!”

 Quiet and shy I took the bullying. Little did I know that in a few years I would be walking into a similar underground music scene that Lou Reed climbed out of; a creative flowing rebellious world of freedom, music, art, dark streets, and clubs!

I would be promoting a world of youthful Rock & Roll that, sometimes, does not age; only personally when we die at an age past forty something!!

When I hear Walk on the Wild Side I smile now, a song, because I did take a walk on the wild side. Being weird is always a terrible threat! A wonderful and eternal weirdo place way to be!!

The reminder of death.. by Hudley Flipside

The reminder of death..

Summer nights…

Dudea and Mr. Po Po romancing the summer night air…

Dudea and Mr Po Po romanincg the summer night air by Hudley

“You will not find your place in this universe or form a basis for understanding her mysteries until you … realize that Mother God and Father God are profoundly in love.”

~ Ken Carey..

And can we apply this to kitty kitties? I think so… at least the Egyptians thought so..

“Prometheus” a poem by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

“Prometheus” is a poem by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, in which the character of the mythic Prometheus addresses God (as Zeus) in misotheist accusation and defiance. The poem was written between 1772 and 1774 and first published in 1789 after an anonymous and unauthorised publication in 1785 by Friedrich Heinrich Jacobi. It is an important work of the Sturm und Drang movement.”

Translated by A.Z. Foreman

Cover Your heavens, Zeus,

With cloud vapor

And try Your strike, as a boy

Beheading thistles,

Against oaken tree and mountain height;

You still must leave me

My Earth standing

And my hut which You did not build,

And my hearth, home’s glowing

Fire which You begrudge me.

I know of nothing poorer

Under the sun than You gods!

Indigently You feed

Your majesty

On proffered sacrifice

And breathfuls of prayer.

You would starve to naught

If children and beggars

Were not such fools full of hope.

When I was a child

That knew not its way in the world

I would lift my deluded eyes

To the sun as though out beyond it

There were an ear to hear my complaints

A heart like mine

That would take pity on my oppression.

Who came to my aid

Against the Titans’ and their insolent rage?

Who delivered me from death,

From slavery?

Was it not you, sacred heart ablaze,

Who achieved it all?

And, swindled in your youth and good will,

Did you not glow, with thanks fit for a Savior,

For that mere Sleeper on high?

I should honor You? For what?

Did You ever gentle

The ache of my burden?

Did You ever dry

The tears of tribulation?

Was I not forged to manhood

By Time Almighty

And Eternal Destiny,

My masters and Yours?

Perhaps You believed

I should find life hateful,

And flee to the wilderness

Because not all my blossom-dreams

Reached ripeness?

Behold

Here I sit, fashioning men

In my own image,

A race after my likeness,

A race that will suffer and weep,

And rejoice and delight with heads held high

And heed Your will no more

Than I!

The poem was set to music by J. F. Reichardt, Franz Schubert (see “Prometheus”, 1819), Hugo Wolf (1889) and F.M. Einheit (1993).

Jupiter-Uranus Conjunctions in History, with Richard Tarnas

April 21, 2024

https://theastrologypodcast.com/2024/04/21/jupiter-uranus-conjunctions-in-history-with-richard-tarnas

Waiting for the big apology.

Punk Rock Colleague & Historian and Professional Consultant

Hudley Flipside

“Especially people who care about strangers

Who care about evil and social injustice

Do you only care about the bleeding crowd

How about a needy friend?

We all need a friend.”

Hud 1979

The ongoing bitch about a group of men who showed their true ugly colors.

When JAMES JUNE SCHNEIDER first contacted me about the documentary “Punk the Capital,” it sounded great. I was excited because some guy was doing a documentary about the DC punk scene.

We at Flipside Fanzine supported their scene. We developed friendships with many of the personalities in that scene. The only sore thumb was Henry Rollins.

I supported their GoFundMe page and the camera person and director, James, came to my home and interviewed me.

I put together a giant cardboard presentation with all the DC Bands we interviewed or had written in to Flipside Fanzine. A very intense art board with lines drawn between the many players in the scene.

I gave them my interview with a few of the DC Boys and friends on my KFJC Flipside Radio 1984. And clips from Flipside Videos of the boys DC skating together.

I was the only Flipside person available to help them. So, I did.

On the premier of the film in Los Angeles I was told that I was edited out of the documentary.

James and Hudley in her office.

That is all I was told; besides, I was edited out because I wasn’t from DC. So why did you come to Los Angeles for an interview with me? My son was there to take pictures.

DC CAMERA MAN in my home

Mr. Rollins at a happening event. Rock Fight Curated by Timothy White

Rock Fight Curated By Timothy White

Look at the funny Ian MacKaye

My heart dropped to the floor, but I put on a brave face as a loyal fan and friend of Ian and the DC bands and boys.

I was told I would be on the panel and engage with the audience since I was there to represent the Los Angeles Punk Scene, Flipside Fanzine and I thought I was in the documentary.

I helped him promote the event too. With no mention of exclusion from the panel or documentary.

The worse part was I was not on the panel, Ian patronized Flipside Fanzine and marginalized me as well.

My layout was used in the documentary without any mention. That only came later when I told James about it.

I was left with a broken heart, I was marginalized and ignored.

Then Ian said the big no no,

“Where the hell is Al Flipside anyway?”

Knowing I was in the audience to talk for Flipside Fanzine as a co-owner and publisher of Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine.

The only thing that was used in the documentary from my interview was a quick comment from Al Flipside.

As a woman in the punk scene who put her heart into it, I felt dreadful. So disappointed and I have turned my admiration for a DC scene to disillusionment and animosity.

How can these DC punks who respected integrity, straight edge and mindful insight be so cold, so heartless.

My interview was replaced with some guy from a band reading Flipside Fanzine. A little peculiar letter that was so out of context and hideous. I found it insulting me directly.

The guy is Boyd Farrell from Black Market Baby.

The director did try and compromise with me. He asked me to present an event but bailed on me.

What an asshole.

So, I hope someday Ian, the director JAMES, Henry Rollins, and Boyd Farrell apologize to me.

If character is destiny… they have all failed, the punk scene and a fan and friend who just happens to be a woman…me. Now, I only see them as sexist, undignified jerks… what a disappointment.

A good reason for Al Flipside not to be there. He would be just as disappointed as I was. There is a reason he let go of the punk scene. Now I understand.

“Easy to Be Hard” is a song from the 1967 rock musical Hair. It was written by Galt MacDermot, James Rado, and Gerome Ragni, who put the musical together in the mid-1960s. The original recording of the musical featuring the song was released in May 1968 with the song being sung by Lynn Kellogg, who performed the role of Sheila on stage in the musical. The song was first covered by American band Three Dog Night on their 1969 album Suitable for Framing,[1] with the lead vocal part sung by Chuck Negron,[2] and was produced by Gabriel Mekler.[3]

Active Imagination

“Active imagination refers to a process or technique of engaging with the ideas or imaginings of one’s mind. It is used as a mental strategy to communicate with the subconscious mind. In Jungian psychology, it is a method for bridging the conscious and unconscious minds. Instead of being linked to the Jungian process, the word “active imagination” in modern psychology is most frequently used to describe a propensity to have a very creative and present imagination. It is thought to be a crucial aid in the process of individuation.”

“Enslave me and I am a dangerous enemy; command me and I will make you mad; give me life and you will die.”


― Patrick Harpur, Mercurius: The Marriage of Heaven and Earth

Individuation


I am having a challenging time with this Mercury Retrograde. So, I decided to take some skills I have learned over the years with “active imagination.” I did engage in communication with the planet on various levels. As a planet, an intellectual being (very Johann Wolfgang von Goethe,) astrology and astronomy.


I came to an interesting dialogue with the simple ideas of; don’t force things, go with the flow, and enjoy reflection with an awareness of what lessons are essential to learn.


The most interesting thing came the next morning when my geophysics son explained to me how things move in space.

When rockets leave the earth, they do not travel in a straight line but in a circular one even a spiral. And gravity in space can be used as an advantage or as a good kind of disadvantage in space travel.


Again, he told me some things about Mercury, the closest planet to the sun. I did not realize that it is smaller than our moon and of course has no moons of its own.


Mercury based on Mercurius, that is a lot to learn here, is always open to this type of intelligent awareness and dialogue. You should try it. Be astounded by Mercury Retrograde’s curious responses.

Whiskey down like a cowboy Jan. 6 rioters are felons.

“And the sons of Pullman porters
And the sons of engineers
Ride their fathers’ magic carpets made of steel
Mothers with their babes asleep
Are rockin’ to the gentle beat
And the rhythm of the rails is all they feel”

~ The City Of New Orleans Song by Arlo Guthrie

He heard the traitor, dog breath, hater and had to respond. And after swallowing his whiskey down like a son of a train engineer, he said this.

“I think upon what my anarchist friends told me what a real hostage was.

A person held by one party in a conflict as a pledge pending the fulfillment of an agreement: a person taken by force to secure the taker’s demands. One who is involuntarily controlled by an outside influence.

These Jan. 6 rioters are felons. A felon is someone who has committed a crime or has been legally convicted of a crime.

Donald Jackass Trump has not helped these felons, as sad as it seems. He is only using them to further his lies and disdain for our democracy. He separates and divides. He should be in prison with them. It is a pity for us all that he is not silenced.”

“To a man born without conscience, a soul-stricken man must seem ridiculous. To a criminal, honesty is foolish. You must not forget that a monster is only a variation, and that to a monster the norm is monstrous.”

― John Steinbeck, East of Eden

A free shot of whiskey for a presidential slogan..

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

Songs are amazing and these two songs, Don’t Let Me Be Misunderstood and (i’m) Misunderstood, always made me familiar with feelings that were happening in my life. Kinda a part of my life for a long time.

Today while Spring cleaning my closet office space. Everything seems tight. Then these two songs came to mind. Songs that made me feel human. I love both and they have a history.

Being misunderstood is often an issue and these two songs explain it so well while getting all the emotions together. We are all sorry at times… we all want to be loved.

Funny how today the songs finally hit me and now I listen. They kinda superimposed on each other in my mind. The 60s and the late 70s and beyond.

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.”

Nina Simone

The Animals

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.”

The Saints

Elvis Costello

“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! 

Dishonesty Unsociable

A little Divine Comedyesque.

“IPO

(Idiot People Organization)

If he is being called a Christ. He must be crucified like a Christ.”

The smell of Whiskey flowered through the Spring air during holy week.

Mr. Fuck came out of his bomb shelter to share a campaign truth for a free shot of Whiskey.

And so, his buddies Mr. Crap and Mr. Shit started going through old comics and did a little recycling.

The rebirth of art is child’s play but very uplifting.

Flopside Comics Be More than a Saint, I mean Asshole..

(Spear of destiny the holy lance)

“youthful rebellion days”

Putting this together was my heart’s dream. Which came to my mind as many projects do. Some move forward and others dissolve. I did try group involvement and tried to pull in the many hands in how to present my heart’s dream.

An episode is a narrative unit within a larger dramatic work or documentary production, such as a series intended for radio, television, or on-line consumption. Episode derives from the Greek term (Ancient Greek: ἐπεισόδιον / epeisodion), meaning the material contained between two songs or odes in a Greek tragedy.

A little personal Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine information…

The reason I left Flipside Fanzine was for personal reasons. Al went on without me… we left each other. Like all break-ups, it was not easy for either of us. I came to Flipside with what I left it with … myself.

Even though I had a legal right to Flipside. Yet it was myself I was thinking about. My health and well-being. I was very burnt out. I also had two miscarriages. I escaped to the East coast to get away.

He had plenty of people to help out… as well. I am amazed how others know our story better than Al and I do.

Now as many have over the last 10 years or more have come back to affirm their life in the punk scene.

Mine is to protect and preserve the narrative 1977 to 1989. As a co- owner and editor of Flipside Fanzine.

Over the years I have found dissected Flipside material all over the place. No original source tagging. So, I pull it back into a narrative as best as one person can do. To make Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine whole again.

It has not been an easy journey.

Yet some people whom I really don’t know very well tell me how things were when they were not even there. Instead of understanding my mission, I am belittled, and Al is made out to be some sort of saint.

I would be happy to see you ‘90s Flipside People’ produce a book or narrative like I have to tell your story.

I have. It is honest and you cannot tell me mine by hearsay.

I have collaborated with many people helping them out with their stories. And some are nice, and others have taken advantage of my kindness.

If you want to address me in the future a private message would be nice. Yet cruel and insulting comments as you have been making will be deleted again.

I reached out for participation from fans, and I reached out to those who worked on Flipside Fanzine. And the sound of the desert was everywhere.

Fortunately, a few years ago, I went to a local synagogue for an art event. An artist was giving a lecture on creation stories and art. I was amazed at the insight and reflection in his presentation, but it was how he finished his talk with our own personal creation story. He said,

“We can all render our own creation story as a painting, a poem… there are endless ways to tell a narrative of your life.”

I thought about my tenure as publisher, owner, editor of Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine. I was vague on the actual creation story for this fanzine.

Then it hit me hard to tell this narrative. So, I gathered the original staff of Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine, as many as could address the issue. X-8 declined which was sad to me for he was the actual creator of this fanzine. Al is not interested and seems he has fallen off the edge of the world. Pooch and Pete gave me a run around.

Al and I produced a system that worked for us running a punk rock fanzine. You can ask someone once or twice to do something but never a third time…

“Just isn’t going to happen.”

We did it ourselves or someone else would jump in. That is how it was done.

This is how it is still done. Larry, Tory, and Adolescents singer Mr. Tony Reflex were there to do it. Even Mike Ness, from the band Social Distortion, was up for an interview. As we are old time friends. Yet he did not pass the test… so I had to move forward.

I am incredibly happy with what came forward with three honest great storytellers of the highest order in my mind. How grateful I am for a solid Los Angeles Flipside Creation Story.

I did a little research while in the process of achieving these interviews and how I presented them.

A little advice from my protagonist American film director maker Michael Moore, and even a tidbit from my nemesis, American singer, writer, spoken word artist, the Henry Rollins.

I read that Michael said you begin with what you have around you and Henry said, once in a documentary, that a lot of us did not keep or preserve our stuff and that upset him.

I started this narrative creation story with Michael’s advice, and I was happy to disappoint Henry with a positive to his negative. I have a lot of preserved stuff from my “youthful rebellion days” as a fanatical fanzine punk rock journalist.

Hallelujah.

The details are not as important, but I worked with Zoom, my iPhone, Adobe Premier Pro, and many other little ‘willy-nilly’ of D.I.Y. learning as you go. Created all during the end of the Southern California COVID-19 pandemic.

As I say it not the best or the worst, creation narrative or Epeisodions yet it does tell a story…. Flipside Fanzine is all in the voice of a punk, band member or artist or the old dame sitting at the edge of the pub surfing her stool, like me!

Mission complete.

Hudley Flipside,

Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine Narrative Documentary Film. “Epeisodion One, Two and Three

The Seminary of Praying Mantis Publishing

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Wild Filmmaker February 2024

“Ah droogie, don’t crash here” or the Akashic Records Compass to The Earth… Bowie Style…

Punk Rock Colleague & Historian and Professional Consultant

Hudley Flipside

“Oh don’t lean on me man, ’cause you can’t afford the ticket

I’m back on Suffragette City

Oh don’t lean on me man

‘Cause you ain’t got time to check it

You know my Suffragette City.”

Sitting outside like any other day with the cats I did see a bee fly around close to me. Once a bee even flew to the center of my Dionysian Hollyhock tattoo as if looking for pollen.

Today a bee flew softly around me, the sound of a subtle buzz sound alerted me to him.

Bee lands on the top of my coffee cup. Slowly moving down to the bottom of my cup. There only finding a small amount of coffee and honey left at the very bottom. How did bee know?

I got up and went to get my camera to take a picture, but by the time I got back the honey, coffee and bee were gone. Imagine that?

Wonder if little bee comes back tomorrow?

Last night’s dream was extremely uncomfortable, but it led me on a musical journey. Finding “Akashic records,” song wise.

I was finally going to Europe with a friend. Everything was packed and I was in the airport with a lot of tickets for all the places I would go to and the many traveling adventures. Yet then it all fell apart.

I lost my tickets and suitcases and found them again. I could not find where my flight was. I thought I heard,

“Harlequin City” level.

I was to catch my flight at 9 PM where my friend was supposed to meet me.

I was confused and only found myself finally bending over as if David Bowie superimposed on a William Blake painting, The Ancient of Days Setting a Compass to The Earth (1794).

I awoke I heard the “Harlequin City” morph into the song “Suffragette City.”

This song’s “Akashic records” lead me on a journey too. I found out who influenced our friendly Harlequin.

Opening up to me a delightful selection of songs which brought a comfortable closure to a bizarre and terrible nightmarish dream.

Often, I read how we all influence each other as Puck from A Midsummer-night’s Dream who mimicked everything around him. We can’t help it.

Here though we see a glimpse into David Bowie’s mimicked song “Suffrogette City.”

According to Doggett, before “Suffragette City”, the only popular song to contain “suffragette” in its title was “Sister Suffragette,” from the 1964 film Mary Poppins.

He argues the film’s song has more to do with women’s liberation than “Suffragette City” does.”Suffragette City” includes the lyric “Ah droogie, don’t crash here”, a direct reference to the Anthony Burgess’ novel A Clockwork Orange (1962); Stanley Kubrick’s film adaptation was a major influence on Ziggy Stardust’s cultural grab-bag, dictating both costumes and pre-show music on tour.

The song was written only a few months after the film’s release in 1971.

The famous, “sexually charged” hook “wham bam, thank you, ma’am!” previously appeared as the title of a song on jazz bassist Charles Mingus’s 1961 album Oh Yeah, as well as a 1967 song by the Small Faces.

Bowie also uses the “hey man!” backing vocals in the same style as “white light!” from the Velvet Underground’s 1968 song “White Light/White Heat”, a line from the 1970 song “I Found Out” by John Lennon, a Marc Bolan-esque boogie, “some Flamin’ Groovies speed, some Jerry Lee Lewis swagger”, and a “dose of hard rock theatrics” to finish it out.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Suffragette

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Suffragette_City

“Then, brothers, it came. Oh, bliss, bliss and heaven. I lay all nagoy to the ceiling, my gulliver on my rookers on the pillow, glazzies closed, rot open in bliss, slooshying the sluice of lovely sounds. Oh, it was gorgeousness and gorgeosity made flesh.”

~ Anthony Burgess, A Clockwork Orange

Charles Mingus Jr. (April 22, 1922 – January 5, 1979) was an American jazz upright bassist, composer, bandleader, pianist, and author.

Small Faces were an English rock band from London, founded in 1965. The group originally consisted of Steve Marriott, Ronnie Lane, Kenney Jones and Jimmy Winston, with Ian McLagan replacing Winston as the band’s keyboardist in 1966.

“White Light/White Heat” is a song recorded by the American rock band the Velvet Underground. It was released as a single in late November 1967 with the B-side “Here She Comes Now”. The following year it appeared as the title track on their second studio album of the same name.

“I Found Out” is a song by the English musician John Lennon from his 1970 album John Lennon/Plastic Ono Band.

Marc Bolan born Mark Feld; 30 September 1947 – 16 September 1977) was an English guitarist, singer-songwriter and poet. He was a pioneer of the glam rock movement in the early 1970s with his band T. Rex. Bolan strongly influenced artists of many genres, including glam rock, punk, post-punk, new wave, indie rock, Britpop and alternative rock. He was posthumously inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame in 2020 as a member of T. Rex.

Flamin’ Groovies is an American rockband that formed in San Francisco in 1965, originally co-led by Roy Loney and Cyril Jordan.[5][6] After the Groovies released three albums, on Epic (Supersnazz) and Kama Sutra (Flamingo and Teenage Head), Loney left the band in 1971. He was replaced as co-leader by Chris Wilson, and the band’s emphasis shifted more toward British Invasionpower pop.

Jerry Lee Lewis (September 29, 1935 – October 28, 2022) was an American pianist, singer and songwriter. Nicknamed “The Killer”, he was described as “rock ‘n’ roll’s first great wild man”. A pioneer of rock ‘n’ roll and rockabilly music, Lewis made his first recordings in 1952 at Cosimo Matassa’s J&M Studio in New Orleans, Louisiana, and early recordings in 1956 at Sun Records in Memphis, Tennessee.