Robert Calvert

Ralph Beauvert

> It was in the
summer of 1973...
in Bath, UK, when the author had the pleasure to have first communion with HAWKWIND. Fresh from searching for hidden entrances into a supposedly existing underground maze under Glastonbury Tor, we were all much into Peace and Love, the weird and strange music of The Incredible String Band or Quintessence and other nutters permanently out to lunch...

Although much rougher on the things musical (whoever called this BLANGA?), HAWKWIND at this stage provided the lunatic fringe with much needed authenticity that was far out and relentlessly psychedelic. A lot of people's aims at this time was to get at all times as blotto as possible, musicnauts and audiences alike.

Before the gig a number of dressed up members of the thought police, all clad in white coats, was checking the sanity of the audience - good fun for some, feafully uncomfortable for the more paranoia-inclined...
Sadly that July night, Robert Calvert had decided to stay out there for a while - so, Mr. Moorcock did his parts, an impressive Renaissance figure out of Shakespeare with a commanding voice and sporting a feathered hat.

What a gig it was! All the classic trade-mark Hawkwind stuff was there: The Guerilla War-fare rhythm section of King, Lemmy and Brock hammering the physical senses relentlessly and above this thunder from hell you could perceive some strange analog and Sax noises screaming for their lives in never ending torture, this time in a hell of sustained reverbaration.
r. beauvert & n. turner The liquid lights were tremendous and bodies did come to orgasm simultaneously....

Later that year in Zürich and again in 1975 HAWKWIND played in Suisse, but again no Mr. Calvert. In 1978 I came to London to attend Nik Turner's Bohemian Love-Inn, the last gathering of the hippies, where Bob was scheduled to appear...but again, we know the story.

In autumn of that year I had the first and only visual encounter with Bob now fronting HAWKLORDS at the Hammersmith Odeon. They played mostly numbers from their then new album and a few old numbers. It was miles away from what they were capable of doing in the early days. The Lemmy - King thunder devas were missing, and so was Nik Turner. Bob was doing fine that night and as an eye-wittness I can assure you all that there was, of course due to the intensity of the rage in the spirit, enough spit showering the punters at the front to not only bulldoze them over with sound, but drown them, too.

Bob was a great performer and even better writer. His lyrics and poems have been around my brain for a long time now.

This is the time to say 'Thanks', Bob.
You might have been a pain in the ass to some people sometimes, but then poetic justice is unknown to many, so why bother? <

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