Welcome , friend of Hawkwind , to our tour. You probably know that, with the exception of two dates this summer, this is ourfirst tour of Britain since The Ridiculous Roadshow last Christmas. But we have not been idle since we last saw you. In tha t timewe have recorded and released a new album Hall Of The Mountain Grill and toured the United Sta tes twice. We h ave also been toEurope and Canada.

Tonight we will be introducing you to our two new members. Del Dettm ar, of course, has gone to live in a cabin by a lake ina forest in Canada with his wife Ros. Simon House, who plays keyboards, synthesiser and violin joi ned us from The Third EarBand, before which he was with High Tide, to replace Del. In the summer we also acquired a new drummer. Simon King, whoplays a lot of football and supports Chelsea (still?) broke some ribs in a game and Alan Powell, who has drummed with manygood bands includ ing Vinegar Joe and Chicken Shack, deputised for Simon on our European tour. Then when Simon recoveredthey discovered they liked playing together and we liked two drummers in the band so Alan stayed on. We hope you like it too.

Apar t from that most every thing else stays the same. Dave, Nick, Lemmy, Stacia, Jonathan Smeeton, Steve, Bob, Douglas,Jon Lee, Val and Richard are st ill with us. Pete our drum roadie got busted and couldn' t get into the State s so Ian replaced himand we acquired a new personal roadie in Stuart , whilst Higgy became tour manager for the USA tour.

This time our tour doesn' t have a name or a concept as such. We'll be playing many old favouri tes and some new ones too.Jonathan has some great new Iigh tshow effects of which he's very proud , particularly the Tree/City sequence.

When the tour is over, sometime towards the end of Febru ary , we'll be recording a new album , after which we'll be touri ng inthe States and Europe again. In America we've recently moved to Atlantic Records, which is nice. The album will probably beready around April or sometime like tha t. In fact Dave has started putt ing ideas down at Rockfield Stud ios in Wales already .Stacia is hoping to get some things of her own togethe r and Simon House, Simon King and Alan Powel! h ave been working withMichael Moorcock's Deep Fix, about whom there is some information furt her on. So there' l! be plenty to listen to from us thisyear to make up for "Mountain Grill" being the first album for 18 months.

Lastly , we hope you enjoy this booklet (designed by Barney Bubbles, who does al! our design and compiled by our publicistRichard Ogden) and we hope you enjoy the show.

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THE ENEMY'S FOE

Steve GilmoreSteve, who is Deep Fix 's guitarist,came into the office after theGreat Mail Order Disaster earlierin the year, which he qu icklysorted out. Coordinates all DeepFix affairs and assists Douglasand Richard. Also run s concertsfor prisoners at Brixt on andColdingly prisons each Sunday.

Val FrenchVal is Douglas' secretary andfactotum, and has worked withthe band for around two yearsafter meeting the m when sheworked at their Record Co.Lives in Notting Hill with Ace' smanager who want s to know HowLong Has This Been Going On?

To see large pull out colour poster, carefully remove staples and fold out.

Ian Harvie (Jo ck)Drum roadie, joined August 1974.

Stuart RayboldGroup's personal roadie, joinedSeptember 1974 .

ROADHAWKSAlex HigginsTour manager for USA.Road Promotion in Britain .Joined Hawkwind in April 1972,longest serving Roadhawk.

Steve CaseySound mix er, joined August 1972.

Bob Batt y (Ginger)P.A. and back line roadie, jo inedAugust 1972.

THE PEOPLE'S FRIEND

DAMANAGEMENTDouglas SmithDoug Sniff has been involved, onand off, with Hawkwind foraround five years, ever since he ranthe Clearwater Agency who hand­led Hawkwind, Cochisc and HighTide amongst others. Has 'mana­ged' the band for three yearsnow and also manages AIMatthews. Lives in Acton withhis Old English sheepdog,Swedish lady and littl e boy.Looks after Michael Moorcock'saffairs and Deep Fix.

Richard OgdenRichard is primarily the band' spub licist, who first becameinvolved when he worked as PressOfficer at their Record Company,th ree years ago. Has representedthe group ever since and inApril moved into the office.Also handles publicity for Man,Black Oak Arkansas, Fru upp ,Sassafras and "0", as well asassisting Doug with Hawkwind,AI and Deep Fix.

Paul FennPaul, our east end boy, is Hawk­wind's agent out of AsgardEnterprises in Oxford Street.Also hand les Fruupp , AlMatth ews and w olfman Jack ­amongst others. The band callhim Fenstein, but no one knowswhy.

Jonathan SmeetonLiquid LenJohn Lee1st Assistan tJohn PerrinElectroengineerSally VaughanArtist in ChiefMick EvansGraphic ArtistDavid Hardy .Independen t Arti st

Liquid Len started into light showsback in 1967 when UFO and theElectric Garden (Later, MiddleEarth) in London were in theirheyday with three 1000 wattprojec tors. At that time nobodyknew what lightshows werecapable of,

Thro ugh '68 and '69 Lcnspent time on the road in Euro peflogging the lightshow horse.1970 wasa year when lightshowswere old hat , so with survival inmind, he switched to stage light­ing, soon to be touri ng withFrank Zappa, Becfheart , Traffic,Free, Mott the Hoople, andsummer festivals.

In the summer of that sameyear , Steve Winwood persuade dLen to build a new light showincorporating for the first timethe keyboard control system.

Living in Ladbroke Grove onecouldn't help knowing a bunch offreaks who lived in a yellow van.The then 'young'Nik Turner wouldoften convince Len to turn up forfree shows they set up aroundLondon. This arrangemen t went onuntil the summer of ' 72. WhileLen continued with Stage light salways on tour or hanging outwith Andy Dunkley.

Summer '72, after losing allhis stage equip ment in a fire inSwitzerland whilst with Zappa,Len was invited by Hawkwind who(still into the multi-media trip)invite d him to form the new Iight­show prior to the Space Rit ual,along with Mike (Molt on Mick)Hart, then of Proteus Lights. Thiscombination was the real start,a 20 projector show. Also at thistime John Lee was recruited,along with his 17cwt van, to actas Brit iain's first tightshow roadie.

Sally Vaughan, who had beenresponsible for the first sets ofanima tion slides for the Trafficshow back in '70, starte d on newprojec ts and was soon engaged inproducing some mindblowingeffec ts, and David Hardy , alreadyestablished as Britain' s leadingsci-fl artist, contribute d over 150Space-Scape slides.

With the Space Ritu al tour insigh t J ohn Perrin was asked tobuild a headphone system; theyhaven't been able to stop himsince.He just kept on making Len'sfantasies electronic realities.

After taking the Ritual showon tour in the UK and EuropeMike Hart dropped ou t tocontinue his career in the LondonZoo as a biologist, leaving therest of the crew to continue withthe rapidly expanding show,through 1973.

1974 has proven the mostrema rkable year as most of theslide material has been replaced,new concepts evolved, plusmassive experiences involvingrevolu tionary equipment and theinfluence of th ree major tours inthe USA.

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switch t racks, th en tho ught better of it.He turned the ste reo off altogether .

" Nice one ." Jimi was look ing thought­ful again . He was almost asleep as helay stretched ou t over the bench seat,his hooded eyes fixed on th e black road .

"It 's got to build up again soon," saidMo . " It can't last, can it ? I mea n , every ­thing's so dea d . Where's the ene rgygoing to come from , Jimi?"

" It's wh ere it kee ps going to thatbothe rs me , ma n. You know?"

" I guess yo u' re right. " Mo didn' tun dersta nd.

But Jimi had to be right.Jimi had kn own wha t he was doing ,

even when he die d. Eric Burd en had goneon TV to say so. " Jimi knew it was tim eto go," he'd said. It was like th at withthe records and perform ances. Some ofth em hadn' t seeme d to be as t ight asothe rs ; some of th em were even a bi trambling. Hard to turn on to . But Jimi

suddenly started and ghouls appearedand disappeared . He ha d a bad time con­tro lling himself en ough to keep ondriving through it all. The images werefam iliar and he wasn' t freaked out bythem. He was co ntent to be driving forJim i. Since his comeback (or resur rectionas Mo pr ivately called it) Jirni hadn'ttouche d a guitar or sung a not e , preferringto listen to other people's mus ic. He wastak ing a long while to recover from whathad happ ened to him in Ladb ro ke Grove .Only recently his colour had started toret urn and he was still weari ng the whitesilk shirt and jeans in which he 'd beendres sed when Shakey Mo first saw him,sta nding casually on the cowling of th eImperial Airways flying boat as it taxiedtowards the landing stage on Derwent ­wate r. What a summer that had bee n,thought Mo. Beautiful.

The ta pe began to go round for thesecond time. Mo to uche d the stud to

In memory , among others, of Smili ng Mike and John the Bog.by Micba el Moorcock

I T 'S NOT the spe ed, Jimi," said ShakeyMovit 's the H you got to look out for."

Ji mi was amused. " Well, it never didme mu ch good ."

" It didn' t do you no ha rm in the longru n." Shakey Mo laughed . He could hardlyhold on to the steering whee l.

The big Mercedes camper took anotherbadly lit ben d. It was raining hard againstthe windscreen. He switched on the lamps,With his left han d he fum bled a cartridgefro m the case on th e floor beside him andslot ted it into the stereo. The heavy .drivin g drum ming and moody synt hesisersof Hawkwind's latest album, made Mofeel much better. " T hat's the stuff forenergy," said Mo.

Ji mi leaned back. Relaxed , he nod ded .The music filled the camper.

Shakey Mo kep t getting speed halluci­nations on th e road ahead. Armies marche dacross his pat h ; Nazis set up road blocks;scampering children chased balls; big fires

had kn own what he was doing. You hadto have faith in him .

Mo felt the weight of his responsibili­ties. He was a good ro adie, but th erewere be tte r road ies th an him. Mor etogether people who could be trustedwith a big secret. Jimi hadn 't spelt it outbu t it was obvious he felt th at the worldwasn't yet ready for his return . Butwhy hadn 't Jirni chosen one of th e reallyace roadies? Everything had to beprepa red for th e big gig. Maybe at SheaSt adiu m or the Albert Hall or the ParisOlympia? Any way , some classic venue .Or at a festival? A special festiva l cele­brati ng th e resurrection . Wood stock orGlasto nbu ry. Probably someth ing newaltoge ther , some new holy place. India,maybe? Jimi would say when th e tim ecame. Aft er Jimi ha d cont acted him andtold him whe re to be picked up, Mohad soon sto pped asking qu esti ons.With all his old gentlen ess, Jim i hadturned th e questio ns aside . He had beenkin d, but it was clea r he hadn ' t wantedto answer.

Mo respected tha t.The only really painful request Ji mi

had made was th at Mo sto p playi ng hisold record s, including Hey , f oe! th e firstsingle. Previously the re hadn 't been aday when Mo had n' t put someth ing ofJ imi 's on . In his roo m in LancasterRoad , in th e truck wh en he was roadingfor Light and late r Th e Deep Fix, evenwhen he'd gone to the House duringhis shor t-lived co nversion to Scientologyhe'd been able to plug his earbea d intohis cassett e recor der for an hour or so.While Jimi's physical presence ma de upfor a lot and sto ppe d th e worst of thewith drawal sym ptoms, it was stilld ifficult . No amount of ma ndrax, speedor booze could cou nte r his need for th emusic and , consequently , th e shakeswere gett ing just a litt le bit worse eachday . Mo sometimes felt that he waspaying some kind of price for J imt'st rus t in him . Th at was good karma sohe did n' t mind . He was used to th eshakes anyway. You could get used toany thing. li e looked at his sinewy,tatt ooed arms st retched before him,the hands gripp ing the steering wheel.The world snake was wriggling again.Black, red and green , it co iled slowlydown his skin, round his wrist and beganto inch towards his elbow . He fixed hiseyes back on the road .

Chapter two

J IMI !lAD fallen into a deep sleep .He lay along th e seat behind Mo,

his head resting on the empty guit arcase. He was breath ing heavily , almostas if something were pressing down onhis chest.

The sky ahe ad was wide and pink . Inthe distance was a line of blue hills. Mowas tired . He could feel th e old paranoiacreeping in . He took a fresh joint fromthe ledge and lit it , but he knew th at dopewou ldn' t do a lot of good. He needed acou ple of hours sleep hi mself.

Without waking Jimi, Mo pulled thetruck int o the side of the road , ne ar awide , shallow river full of flat , whitelimestone rocks. He opened his doorand climbed slowly to th e grass. Hewasn't sure where the y were ; m aybesomewhere in Yorkshire. There werehills all around. It was a mild autumnmorning but Mo felt cold . He clam bereddow n to th e bank and kne lt there, cup­ping his hands in the clea r water, sucking6

up th e river. He stretched out and puthis tattered straw hat over his face. Itwas a very heavy scene at th e m oment.Maybe th at was why it was taking Jimiso long to get it togeth er.

Mo felt much better when h e wokeup . It must have been noon . The sunwas hot on his-ski n. He took a deepbreath of th e rich air and cautiouslyrem oved his hat from his face. Th eblack Mercede s camper with its chro metrim ming was still on th e grass near theroad. Mo's mou th felt dr y. He hadanother drink of wate r and rose , shakingthe silver drops from his brow n fingers.He trudged slowly to the truck , pulledback th e door and look ed over theedge of the driver' s seat. Jimi wasn' tthere, bu t sounds came behind th epartition . Mo climbed across the twoseats and slid open the connecti ngdoor. Jimi sat on one of the bed s. Hehad erecte d th e table and was drawingin a big red notebook . His smile wasremote as Mo entered.

" Sleep good?" he asked .Mo nodded . " I needed it."" Sure," said Jimi. " Mayb e 1 ought

to do a little driving."" It's okay . Unless you want to make

better tim e."" No."" I' ll get some breakfast, " said Mo.

" Are you hungry?"Jimi shook his head . All through th e

summer, since he had left th e fly ing boatand got into th e tru ck beside Mo, Ji miappea red to have eaten nothing. Mocoo ked himself some sausages an d beanson the little Calor sto ve , ope ning th e backdoor so th at the smell wouldn't fill thecamper. " I migh t go for a swim,"he saidas he brou ght his plat e to th e table and satas far away from Jimi as possib le, so as notto disturb him.

"O kay ," said Jimi, absorbed in hisdrawing.

" Wha t you doing? Looks like a comicstrip . I'm really into comic s."

Jim i sh rugged. " Just dood ling , man .You know."

Mo finished his foo d . " I' ll get somecomics next tim e we sto p on th e mo to r­way. Some of the new ones are really farou t , you know."

"Y eah ?" Jimi's smile was sardo nic." Really far out. Cosmic wars, time

warps. All th e usual stuff but different,you know. Better. Bigger. More spec tacu­lar. Sensat ion al, man . Oh , you want tosee them. I' ll get some."

"To o mu ch ," said Jimi distantly bu tit was obvious he hadn't been liste ning.He closed th e note-bo ok and sat backagainst the vinyl cushions, folding hisarms acro ss his white silk chest. As if itocc urred to him th at he might have hurtMe 's feelings, he added : " Yeah, 1 usedto be int o co mics a lo t. You seen the Japkind ? Big fat books. Oh , ma n - - theyare really far out . Kids burning. Rape.All that stuff'." He laughed shaking hishead. "Oh, man! "

" Yeah?" Mo laughe d hesitantly ."Right! " Jimi went to the door,

placing a hand eit her side of the frameand look ing int o the day . " Wh ere are we,Mo? It 's a little like Pennsylvani a. TheDelaware Valley . Ever been there?"

"Never been to th e States."" Is tha t right?"" Somewhere in Yorkshire , I th ink .

Probably nor th of Leed s. Tha t could beth e Lake Distri ct over th ere."

" Is th at where I came th rough?""Derwentwater."

"Well, Well." Jimi chuckled .Jimi was livelier today. Maybe it was

taking him time to store up all theenergy he'd need whe n he finally decidedto reveal himself to th e world . Th eirdriving had been co mpletely at random .Jimi had let Mo deci de where to go. Theyhad been all over Wales, th e Peaks, TheWest Countr y, most parts of the Hom eCounties, every whe re ex cept London .Jimi had been relu ctant to go to London .It was obvious why . Bad memories. Mohad bee n into town a few times, leavingth e Mercedes and Jimi in a suburbanlay by and walking and hitchi ng intoLondon to get his mandies and his speed.When he could he scored some coke. Heliked to get behind a snort or two oncein a while. In Finch's on th e co rner ofPortobello Road he'd wanted to tellhis old mates abo ut Jirn i, but J imi hadsaid to keep qui et about it , so whenpeop le had asked him what he wasdoing , where he was living th ese days,he' d had to give vague answers. Therewas no problem abou t money . Jim ididn't have any but Mo had got a lo tselling the wh ite Dodge co nver tible.The Deep Fi x had given it to him afterth ey'd stopped going on the road . Andth ere was a big bag of dope in the tru ck,too . Enough to last two people formonths, though Jimi didn 't see m tohave any taste for that , eit her.

Jimi came back into the gloom of thetru ck . "Wh at d'you say we get on theroad again?"

Mo took his plat e , knife and forkdo wn to the river, washed them andstashed th em bac k in the locker. Hegot into the dr iver's sea t and turnedth e key . Th e Wank el engine sta rted atonce. Th e Merced es pull ed smo othlyaway, still heading north, bu mping offthe grass and back onto th e asphalt. Th eywere on a narrow road suita ble only forone way tr affic, bu t there was nobodybehind them and nobody ahead of themuntil th ey left thi s road and turned ontothe A65, making for Kend aI.

"Y ou don't mind the Lake Distri ct ?"Mo asked .

"Suits me," said Jimi , " I' m the ma dGull Warrior , man." He smiled . " Maybewe should make for the oce an?"

" It 's not far from here." Mo pointedwest. "Mor ecombe Bay? "

Chapter three

THE CLIFF top s were cove red inturf as smooth as a fairway . Below

th em the sea sighed . Jimi and Mo were ingood spirits, loon ing aro und like kids.

In th e dist ance, ro und th e curve ofth e bay , were th e towers and fun-fairs andpenny arcade s of Morecombe, bu t here itwas deserted and still , apart fro m theocc asional cry of a gull.

Mo laughed , the n cried out nervouslyas Jim i dan ced so near to th e cliff edgeit seemed he's fall over.

"Take it easy , Jim i.""Shit , man. Th ey can't kill me ."He had a broad, eup horic smile on his

face and he looked really healthy. " Theycan' t kill Jimi, man!"

Mo remembered him on stage. In totalcommand. Moving th rough th e st ro bes,his big guitar stuck out in front of him ,pointi ng at each ind ividual mem ber ofth e audience , making each kid feel tha the was in personal touch with Jimi.

" Right !" Mo began to giggle .Jimi h overed on the edge , still

flapp ing his outstretched arms. " I'm the

boy they boogle to. Oh , man ! There ain'tnothing th ey can do to me! "

"Right! "Jimi came zooming round and flung

himself down on the turf next to Mo . Hewas pan ting. He was grinnin g. " It's com­ing back , Mo . All fresh and new."

Mo nodded , still giggling." I just kn own it's there , man."Mo looked up. The gulls wer e every­

where . They were screaming. They tookon th e aspect of an audience . He hat edthem . They were so thi ck in th e sky now .

" Do n' t let them fucking fea thersstick in your throat ," said Mo, suddenlysullen . He got up and ret urned to th etruck .

" Mo. What' s th e matt er wit h you ,man?"

Jim i was co ncerne d as ever, but tha tonly brought Mo down more. It wasHmi's kindness whi ch had kilte d him th efirst time. He'd been polite to everyone.He couldn' t help it . Really hung- uppeople had got off on him. And they'ddrained J imi dry .

"They'll get you again, man," saidMo. " I know they will. Every ti me.There isn 't a thing you can do about it.No matter how much energy you buildup , you kn ow , th ey 'll st ill suck it outof you and moa n for more . Th ey wantyour blood, man. They wan t y ou r spermand yo ur bone s and your flesh, man.They'll take you , man . Th ey 'll ea t youup again ."

" No. I'll - - No , not th is time."" Sure ." Mo sneered. ." Man, are you trying to bring me

dow n.Mo began to twit ch . "No. But ...""Don' t worry, ma n, okay?" Jtmi's

voice was soft and assured ." I can' t put it into words, Jim i. It's

th is, sort of, premonitio n, you know."" What good did wor ds ever do for

anybody?" J imi laughed his old, deeplaugh. " You are crazy, Mo . Come on,let's get bac k in th e truck . Where doyou want to head for?"

But Mo couldn' t rep ly . He sat at th esteering wheel and stared th rough th ewindscreen at the sea and the gulls.

Jimi was co ncilia to ry . " Look, Mo,I' ll be cool abo ut it , right ? ]'11 take iteasy, Or maybe yo u think I wo n' t needyou?"

Mo didn 't kn ow why he was so downall of sudden.

" Mo, yo u stay wit h me, whe rever I go,"said Jimi .

Chapter Four

OUTSIDE CARLIS LE they saw ahi tchhiker , a young guy who look ed

really wasted. He was leaning on a sign­post. He had enough energy to raise hishand . Mo th ought th ey should sto p forhim. Jimi said : "I f yo u want to ," andwent into the back of the truck , closingthe door as Mo pull ed in for th e hit ch­hiker .

Mo said : "Wh ere you going?"Th e hit chhiker said : " What about

For t William , man?"Mo said : " Get in."Th e hitchhiker said his nam e was

Chris. " You with a band , man?" Heglan ced round th e cabin at th e oldstickers and the stereo , at Me 's ta ttoos,his fade d face-paint , his CawthornT-shirt , his beaded j acket , his wornjeans with washed-out pa tches on th em ,the leath er cowboy boots which Mohad bought at the Emperor of Wyoming

in Notting Hill Gate last year."Used to road for The Deep Fix,"

said Mo.Th e hitchhiker 's eye s were sunken

and th e sockets were red . His thickblack ha ir was long and hun g downto his pale face. He wore a tornWrangler de nim shirt , a dirty wh iteLevi ja cke t and both legs of his jean shad holes in the kne es. He had moccas­sins on his feet. He was nervous andeager.

"Y eah ?"" Right ," said Mo ." Wha t's in the back?" Christ turn ed

to 100kJt th e door . " Gear?""Yo could say th at."" I've been hitching for three days,

nigh t and day ," said Chris. He had anoil- and weathe r-sta ined khaki pac k onhis lap.

"D'y ou min d if I get some kip sometime?"

" No ," said Mo. Th ere was a servicestation ahea d . He decided to pull inand fill the Mere up . By the time hegot to th e pumps Chris was asleep.

As he waited to get back into thetraffic, Mo crammed his mou th full ofpills. Some of the m fell from his handonto th e floo r. He didn't bo th er topick th em up . He was feelin g bleak.

Chri s woke when th ey were goingthrough Glasgow.

" Is thi s Glasgow?"Mo nodded . He couldn' t keep th e

paran oia down. He glared at th e carsahead as th ey moved slowly th roughthe st reets. Every window of every sho phad a big steel mesh grill on it. The pubswere like bunkers. He was really pissedof f wit hout kn owing why .

" Where you going yourself?" Chrisasked .

" Fort William?"" Luc ky for me. Know where I can

score any grass in For t William?"Mo reach ed for ward and pu shed a

tobacco ti n along the edge tow ards thehit chhiker . " You can have th at. "

Chri s took th e tin and open ed it." Fa r out ! You mea n it? And the skins?"

" Sure ," said Mo. He hated Chris, Hehated everybod y. He knew th e moodwou ld pass.

" Oh, wow! Th ank s, man." Chri stput th e tin in his pack .

" I'Il roll one when we' re ou t of thecity, okay?"

" Oka y."" Who are you working fo r now?"

said Ch ris . HA ba nd?""No.""Y ou on holiday?"The kid was too speedy. Pro bably it

was ju st his lack of sleep . " Sort of," hesaid.

" Me, too. Well, it sta rted like tha t.I'm at un iversit y. Exeter. Or was. Idecided to drop ou t . I'm not going backto th at shi t heap . One term was enoughfor me. 1 th ought of heading for theHebrides. Som eone I know 's living in aco mmune out the re, on one of theislands. They got their own sheep, goat s,a co w. Nob ody getting off on them. Youknow . Really free . It seems okay to me."

Mo nodded .Chris pu shed back his black, greasy

hair . " I mean compare someth ing liketha t with a place like this. How do peop lestand it , ma n . Fu ckin g hell ."

Mo didn't answer. He moved forward,changing gear as the light s changed.

" Am azing," said Chri s. He saw thecase of cartridges at his feet. " Can I play

som e music?"" Go ahead," said Mo.

, Chris picked out an old albu m, Who'sNex t. He tr ied to slide it into the slotthe wrong way round . Mo took it fro mhis ha nd and put it in th e righ t way . Hefelt better when th e music started. Henoticed, out of the corner of his eye, th atChris tried to talk for a while before herealised he couldn' t be heard .

Mo let the tape play over an d overagain as they dr ove away from Glasgow .Chris ro lled joints and Mo smo ked alit tle, beginn ing to get on top o f hisparanoia . By about four in th e aft ernoon,he was feeling better and he switched ofth e ste reo . Th ey were dr iving besideLoch Lomond . The bracken was turningbrown and sho ne like brass where th e suntouched it. Chri s had fallen asleep again,bu t he wok e up as th e music stopped." Far out." He dug the scenery. " Fuckingfar out." He wound his window down ."This is th e first tim e I've bee n toScotl and ."

" Yeah?" said Mo ." How long before we reach Fort

William , man?""A few hours. Why are you heading

for Fort William? "" I met th is chic k. She comes from

there . Her old ma n's a chemist or some­thing ."

Mo said softly , on impulse : " Gue sswho I've got in th e back ."

HA chick?""No."" Who ?"" Jimi Hendrix."Chris's jaw dr opped . He looked at

Mo and snor ted, willing to join in thejoke . "No? Really? Hendri x, eh ? What isit , a refrigerated tru ck ?" He was excitedby the fant asy. " You thi nk if we thawhim ou t he'll play something for us?"He shook his head , grin ning.

" He is sitting in the back there. Alive.I' m roading for him ."

"Really?"" Yeah .""Fantast ic ." Chris was half convince d.

Mo laugh ed . Chri s looked at th e door .After that , he was silent for a while.

Someth ing like a half an hou r later,he said : " Hendrix was th e best , you kn ow.He was the kin g, man . No t just the music,but th e style, too . Everyt hing. I couldn' tbelieve it wh en I heard he died . 1 stillcan' t believe it , yo u know ."

"Sure ," said Mo . "Well , he 's back."" Yeah?" Again Chris laughed un cer-

ta inly. " In there? Can 1 see him ?"" He 's not ready, yet .""Sure," said Chris.It was dark when th ey reach ed Fort

William. Chris staggered down from th etru ck . "Tha nks, man. That's really nice,you kn ow. Where are you stayi ng?"

" I'm moving on," said Mo. " See you ."" Yeah. See yo u." ,Chris still had th at

baffled look on his face.Mo smiled to him self as he sta rted th e

camper, heading for Oban . On ce theywere moving the door opened and Jimiclambered over the seats to sit besidehim.

"You told th at kid about me ?"" He did n't believe me," said Mo.Jimi shrugged.It began to rain again.

Chapter Five

THEY LAY together in the dampheather looking out over th e Wlls.

Th ere was nobody for miles; no roads,15

towns or hou ses . The air was still andempty save for a hawk drifting so highabo ve them it was almost out of sight .

" This'll do, eh?" said Mo . "It'sfantastic."

Jimi smiled gently. "It's nice, he said.Mo took a Mars Bar from his pocke t

and offere d it to Jimi wh o shook hishead. Mo began to eat the Mars Bar.

" What d 'you think I am , man?"said Ji mi .

"How d' you mean?""Devil or angel ? You know .""You're Jim i," said Mo . " That's

good enough for me, man ,""Or just a ghost ," said Jimi. " Maybe

I'm ju st a ghost ,"Mo began to shake. "No," he said." Or a killer?" Jimi got up an d st ruck

a pose. " The Sonic Assassin . Or themessiah , maybe." He laughed . " Youwanna hear my words of wisdom ?"

"That's not what it 's about," saidMo, fro wning. " Words . You just haveto be th ere, Jimi. On th e stage. Withyo ur guitar. You 're above all that stuff- all th e hype. Whatever you do - it'sright, you know ,"

" If you say so, Mo." Jim i was onsome kind of downer. He low ere dhim self to the heather and sa t therecross-legged, smoothing his white jeans,picking mud off his black patent-leatherboot s. "What is all th is Easy Rider crapanyway? What are we doing here?"

"You did n't like Easy R ider?" Mowas astonishe d.

" The best thing since Lassie ComeHom e." Jimi shrugged. " All it everpr oved was that Hollywood could stilltu rn 'em ou t, you know. They got aco uple of fake freaks and made themselvesa lot of money . A rip off , man. And th ekid s fell for it. What does th at make me ?"

" You never ripp ed anybody off,Jimi."

" Yeah? How d'you kn ow?""Well, you never did .""All tha t low energy shit cree ping in

everywhere. Th ings are bad ." J im i hadcha nged the subjec t , making a jump Moco uldn't follow . " People all over theGrove playing nothing but fake fift iescrap , Sim on and Garfunkel. Jesus Chri st!Was it ever worth doing?"

" Things go in waves. You can' t be upthe whole time ,"

" Su re," Jimi sneered . " This one's forall the soldie rs fighting in Chi cago. AndMilwaukee. And New York . . AndVietnam. Down with War and Pollut ion.What was all that about?"

" Well . .. " Mo swallowed t he remainsof th e Mars Bar. " Well - it 's important,man . I me an, all those kid s getting killed."

" While we mad e fortunes. And cameout with a lot of sentime ntal shit. That'swhere we were wrong. You' re ei t her inth e social co nsc ience business or sho wbusiness. You're just foo lish if youth ink yo u can cornbin e them like that."

" No, man . I mean, you can say thingswhi ch pe ople will hear."

"You say what your audience wants.A Fra nk Sinatra audi ence gets their shi trapped back to them by Frank Sinatra.J imi Hendrix gives a Jimi Hendrixaudience what they want to hear. Is thatwha t I want to get ba ck into?"

But Mo had lost him . Mo was watc h­ing the tattoos crawl up his arms. Hesaid vaguely : " You need differe nt mu sicfor different moods. There 's nothingwrong with the New Rid ers, say , if you'retrying to get off some paranoia trip . Andyou get up on Hendrix. That's what it's

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like. Like uppers and downers, youkn ow ."

" Okay," said Jimi. " Yo u' re righ t. Butit's th e othe r stuff th at's stupid . Why dothey always want you to keep sayingthings? If you're jus t a mu sician that' s allyo u sho uld ha ve to be . When y ou'replaying a gig, anyway, or making a record.Anything else sho uld come out of that.If yo u wanna do be ne fits, free concerts ,okay . But your opinio ns should be private.They want to turn us into politicians."

" I tol'you ,' said Mo, sta ring in tenselyat his arm s. " Nobody asks that . You dowhat yo u want to do."

"Nobody asks it, but you always feelyo u got to give it to 'em ." Jimi ro lledover and lay on his back , scratching hishead . " Then yo u blam e them for it,"

"Not everyone thinks they oweanything to anyone," said Mo mildlyas his ski n undulated over his flesh.

" Maybe that's it ," said Jim i. " Maybeth at's what kill s you . Jesus Chri st .Psych ologically, man, you kn ow , thatmeans you mu st be in one hell of a mess.Jesus Christ. That's suicide , ma n. Creepy ."

" They kill ed you ," said Mo." No, ma n. It was suicide."Mo watched world snake crawl. Could

th is be Hendrix an im poster?

Chapter Six

SO WHAT you going to do , then?"said Mo. They were on the road to

Skye and ru nning low on fue l." I was a cunt to come ba ck," said Jimi.

" I thought I had some kind of du ty ."Mo shrugged. " Maybe you have, yo u

kn ow .""And maybe I haven 't."" Sure." Mo saw a fillin g sta tion ahead.

Th e gauge read Empty and a red light wasflashing on the panel. It always happenedlike th al. He'd hardly ever bee n stranded.He glanced in th e mirror and saw his ownmad eyes sta ring back at him . Momentari­ly he wo ndered if he sho uld turn th emirr or a little to see if Jim i' s reflectionwas th ere too. He push ed the thoughtaway. More paranoia. He had to stay ontop of it.

While the attendant was filling thetru ck , Mo went to the toilet. Amongstthe more common bits of graffiti onthe wall was th e slogan " Hawkwind isAce." Maybe limi was righ t. Maybe hisday was over and he should have stayeddead. Mo felt miserable. Hendrix hadbeen his on ly hero. He did up his fliesand the effort drained off th e last of hisenergy. He staggered against the doorand began to slide down toward s themessy floor . His mouth was dry; hisheart was thumping very fast. He tri edto remember how many pill s he'dswallowed recently. Maybe he was abo u tto O.D.

He put his hands up to th e door-handleand hauled himself to his feet. He bentover th e lavatory bowl and shoved hisfinger down his throat. Every thing wasmoving. The bowl was alive . A greedymouth trying to swallow him. The wallshe aved an d moved in on him . He hearda wh istl ing noise. Nothing came up. Hestopped trying to vomit , turned , steadiedhimself as best as he co uld , brus hed asidethe littl e white stic k me n who tri ed tograb at him , dragged the door open andplunged through. Outside, the attendantwas putting the cap back on the tank.He wiped his big h and s on a piece of ragand put the rag back into his overalls,saying something. Mo found so me money

in his back pocket and gave it to him. Hehe ard a voice :

" You okay, laddie?"The man had offered him a genuine

look of concern .Mo mumbled something and clam ber­

ed into the cab.The ma n ran up as Mo started the

engine , waving money and green st amps."Wh at ?" said Mo. He managed to

wind the window down . The man's facecha nged to a malevolent de vil's mask .Mo knew en ough no t to worry abo utit. " What?"

He thought he heard the attendantsay : " You r frie nd 's already pai d."

"That's right , man, " said Jimi fro mbeside him .

" Keep it ," said Mo . He had to get onth e ro ad quickly. On ce he was driving hewould be more in contro l of himself. Hefumbled a ca rtridge at random from thecase . He jammed it int o the slo t . The tapesta rted halfw ay through a Stones albu m .J agger singing Let it Bleed had a calmi ngef fect on Mo. The snakes sto pped wind­ing up and down his arms and th e roadahead became steady and clearer. He'dnever liked the St on es mu ch . A load ofwan ker s, really, though you had to admitJ agger had a style of his o wn whi chno-on e could copy . Bu t basically wankerslike the rest of th e current evil-trippers,like Morri son and Alice Cooper. Itoccrrred to him he was wasting his timethinking about no thi ng but ban ds, butwhat else was there to think about?Anyway how else co uld you see yourlife? The my stical th ing didn't meanmu ch to him . Scientology was a loadof crap. At any rate, he co uldn't see any­thing in it. The guy s running all thatstuff seeme d to be more hung-up thanthe people they were suppos ed to behelping . That was true of a lot of things.Most of people who told you they wantedto help yo u were getting o ff on you insome way . He'd met pretty muc h everykind of freak by now . Suf is HareKrishnas, J esus freaks, Meditators,Processors, Divine Lighters. They couldall talk better than him , but th ey allseemed to need mo re from him thanthey could give. You get into pe op lewhen you we re t ripping. Acid had donea lot for him that way . He could sussout the hype-merchants so easily thesedays. And by th at test Jim i couldn't bea fake . Jimi was straight. Fucked up now,possibly , but okay .

Th e road was long and white andthen it becam e a big bou lder. Mo couldn'ttell if th e boulder was real or not. Hedr ove at it , then changed his mind,braking sha rply. A red car behind himswerved and hooted as it went past himth rough th e boulder whi ch disappeared.Mo shook all over. He took out th eStones ta pe and chang ed it for th eGrateful Dead 's American Beauty, turneddow n low.

"You okay, man?" said Hendrix."Sure . Just a bit sha key." Mo starte d

the Mere up ." You want to stop and get some sleep ."" I' ll see how I feel lat er."It was sunset when Jimi said : "We

seem to be heading south."" Yeah ," said Mo. " I need to get back

to London. ' :" You got to sco re?""Yeah .' :" Maybe I'll come in with you this

time."" Yea h?""M aybe I won' t."

By THE time Mo had hitched to thenearest tube station and reached

Ladbroke Grove he was totally wasted .The images were all inside his head now:pictures of Jimi from the first t ime he'dseen him on TV pla ying Hey , Joe (Mohad still be en at school then) , pict ure sof Jimi playing at Woodst ock, at festival sand gigs all over th e co untry . Jimi in big,feathered hat s, bizarre multi-colouredshirts , several rings on each finger, playingth at white Strat, flinging the guitar overhis head , plu cking the strings with histeeth , shoving it un der his straddled legs,maki ng it wail and moan and throb, doingmore with a guita r th an anyo ne had donebefore. Only Ji mi could ma ke a guitarcome alive in that way , tu rning themachine into an organic cre atu re, simul­ta neously a pri ck , a woman, a white horse,a slid ing snake . Mo glanced at his arm s,but they were st ill. The sun was beginningto set as he turned into Lan caster Road,driven more by a mi xture of habit andmo me ntum th an any energy or sense ofpurpose. He had ano ther image in hishead now, of Ji mi as a so ul thi ef , takingthe energy aw ay from the audie nce .Inste ad of th e martyr, Jimi became t hevampire. Mo knew th at the paranoia wasreally setting in and th e soo ne r he gothold of some uppers th e better. Hecouldn' t blame Jimi fo r how he felt .He hadn' t slept for t wo day s. That wasall it was. Jimi had given everything tothe people in the audience , inclu ding hislife. How many people in the audiencehad died for Jimi?

He crawled up the steps of th e housein Lancaster Road and rang the th irdbell down . There was no answer. Hewas shaking badly. He held on to theco ncrete steps and tried to calm him self,but it got worse and he thought he wasgoing to pa ss out.

The door behind him ope ned ."M o?"It was Dave's chick, Jenny, wear ing a

purple brocade dress. He hair was cakedwith wet henna.

" Mo? You all right?"Mo swallowed and said : " Hullo, Jenny.

Where 's Dave?"" He went down th e Mountain Grill t o

get something to eat. Ab out half-an-hourago. Are yo u all righ t , Mo?"

" Tired ,Dave go t any uppers?"" He had a lot of ma ndie s in ,"

Mo accepted the news. "" Can you let me have a couple of quids

worth?""You 'd better ask him yourself , Mo .

I don't kn ow who he 's pr om ised them to."Mo nodded and got up carefully ."You want to come in and wait , Mo?"

said Jenny .Mo shook his head . "I'll go down th e

Mountai n. See you lat er , Jenny.""See yo u lat er, Mo. Take care, no w" .Mo shuffled slow ly up Lancaster Road

and turned the corner into PortobelloRoad . lie thought he saw the black andchrome Mere cross th e top of the stre et.The bu ildings were all crowding in on him .He saw them grinning at him, leering . Hehea rd them talking about him . There werefuzz everywhere.A woma n threw somethingat him . He kep t going until he reached theMountain Grill and had st umbled throughthe door. The cafe was crowded withfreaks bu t there was nobody there heknew. They all had evil, secretive expres­sions and th ey were whispering.

"You fuckers,' he mumbled, but theypretended they weren't listening. He sawDave.

"Dave? Dave, man!"Dave looked up , grinning privately .

" Hi, Mo. When did yo u get back to town?'He was dre ssed in new , clean denims withfresh patches on them. One of the patchessaid 'Sta r Rider' .

"Just got in" Mo leaned across thetables, careless of the intervening people,and whispered in Dave's ear. " I hear yougot some mandies."

Dave 's face became serious. " Sure,Now ?"

Mo nodded .Dave rose slowly and paid his bill to

the dark , fat lady at th e till. "Thanks,Maria ."

Dave took Mo by th e sho ulde r and ledhim out of the cafe. Mo wo ndered ifDave was about to finger him . Heremembered th at Dave had been suspectedmore t han once.

Dave said so ftly as they went along ." How many d'you need, Mo?"

"How much are they?"Dave said : "You can ha ve them for

ten peach.""I'll have five quids worth. A hundred,

yeah?""Fifty ."They got back to Lancaster Road and

Dave let him self in with t wo keys, a Yaleand a ma lti s. They went up a dark,dangerous sta irway . Dave's room wasgloomy, thick with incense, wit h paintedblinds covering the window. Jenny sat ona mattress in the corner listening to Aceof th e ste reo . She was kn itting.

" Hi, Mo,' she said. "So yo u fou ndhim ."

Mo sat down on the matt ress in th eopposite corner. "How's it going , J enny?"he said . He didn 't like Dave, but he likedJenny . He made a big effort to be polite.Dave was sta ndi ng by a chest of drawers,dragging a bo x fro m under a pile oftasseled curtains. Mo looked past himand saw Jimi sta ndin g the re. He wasdr essed in a hand -painted silk shirt withroses all over it. The re was a jade talisma non a silver chai n round his throat. He hadth e white Strat in his hand s. His eyeswere closed as he playe d it. Alm ostimmediately, Mo guessed he was lookingat a poster.

Dave counted fifty mandie s in to anaspirin bo ttle . Mo reached in to his jeansand found so me money . He gave Dave afive pound not e and Dave gave him th ebottle. Mo opened th e bo t tle and tookout a lot of the pills, swallowing themfast. They didn't act right away, buthe felt bet ter for tak ing the m. He got up.

"See you later , Dave.'" See you later, man ," said Dave.

" Maybe in Finch 's ton ight."" Yea h ."

Chapter Eigh t

M o COULD N'T remember how thefight sta rted. He'd been sitt ing

qui etly in a co rn er of th e pub drinkinghis pint of bitter when that big fat far twho was alw ays in there cau sing troubledecided to pick on him . He rememberedgetting up and punching the fat fart.There h ad been a lo t of confusion thenand he had somehow knoc ked the fa tfart over the ba r. Then a few people heknew pu lled him away and took himback to a basement in Oxford Gardenswhere he listened to some music.

It was Band of Gipsies that woke himup . Listening to Machine Gun herealised suddenly th at he didn't like it .He went to the pile of record s and

found othe r Hendrix albums. He playedA re Yo u Ex perienced the first albu m,and Electric Lady /and and he liked themmuch better. Then h e played Band ofGipsies again.

He looked round the dark room.Everyone seeme d to be tot ally spacedout.

"He died at th e righ t tim e," he said."It was over for him , you kn ow . Hesho uldn't have come back ."

He felt in his pocket fo r his bottleof ma ndies. There didn 't seem to betha t many left . Maybe someone hadripped them off in th e pub . He took afew more and reached for the bott le ofwine on the table, washing them down .He put Are You Experienced on th edeck again and lay back. "Tha t wasreally great," he said . He fell asleep .He shook a little bit. His breathing gotdeep er and deeper. When he startedto vom it in his sleep nob ody noticed .By tha t time ever yone was right ou t ofit. He cho ke d qui etly and then sto pped.

Chapter Nine

ABOUT AN hour late r a black mancame into th e room . He was tall and

elegan t. He radiated energy. He wore awhite silk shirt and white je ans. Therewere shiny patent leather boots on hisfee t. A chick sta rted to get up as he cameinto the ro om . She looked bem used.

" Hi," said th e newcomer. I'm lookingfor Sh akey Mo . We oug ht to be going."

He peered at th e sleeping bodies andthen looked closer at one whic h lay alittle apa rt from the ot he rs. Th ere wasvomit all over his face and over his shirt.His skin was a ghastly, dirty green. Theblack man steppe d across th e others andknelt beside Mo, feeling his heart, t ak inghis pulse .

Th e chick sta red stupidly at him . "Ishe all alright?"

" He's O·D 'ed " th e newcomer saidqu ietly. He's gon e. D'y ou want to geta doct or or something, honey?"

" Oh , J esus, " she said.The black man got up and walked to

the door."Hey," she said. "You look just like

Jimi Hendr ix, you know that?""Sure,"" Yo u can ' t be - yo u' re not , are yo u?

I mean , Jim i's dead."Jimi shook his head and smiled his

old smile. " Shit, lad y . They can't killJim i." He laughed as he left.

The chick glanced down at the small,ru ined body covered in its own vom it.She swayed a little , rubbing at he r th ighs,She frowned. Then she went as qui ckly asshe could from the room , hampered byher long co tton dre ss, and into the st reet.It was nearly dawn and it was cold. Thetall figure in th e white shirt and je ansdidn't seem to notice th e cold. It st rodeup to big Merced es camper parked nearthe end of the street.

The chick began to ru n af ter the blacktru ck as it started up and rolled a litt leway before it had to stop on the red lightat the Ladbroke Grove int ersecti on .

" Wait ," she shouted . "J imi! "But the camper was moving before

she could reach it.She saw it heading nor th towards

Kilburn.She wiped the clammy sweat from her

face. She mu st be fre aking . She hopedwhen she got ba ck to the basement thatthere wouldn't really be a dead guy there.

She didn't need it.-e-17

From Michael Moorcock's THE FINA L PROGRAMME, 1965

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"There were Turki sh and Persian lesbian s with huge houri eyeslike tho se o f sad , neutered cats; French tailors; Germanmusicians; Jewish martyrs ; a fire-eater from Suffolk ; a barber­shop quartet from Britain 's remaining American base - theColu mbia Club, in Lancaster Gate ; two fat prudes; Hans Smitho f Hamp ste ad, Last of the Left -Wing Intellectuals - theMicrofilm Mind ; Shades; four teen dea lers in the same antiquefrom the Portobello Roa d, their faces sagging under the weightof the ir o wn self-dec eptio n; a jobless Po lish french-polisherbro ught by one o f the dealers; a pop group called the Deep Fix ."

That was the first ever mention of the Deep Fix , laterto become a feature of the Jerry Cornelius sto ries. Thegroup had its origin in Michael Moorcock's JerryCornelius books where reality and fiction merge toproduce a peculiar, surreal version of our current age,where past, present and future are not always distinguish­able and are sometimes the same.

Michael Moorcock has been associated with Hawkwindfor a long time and has many ideas in common with them,and he has writte n for the band as well as performedwith them . His work has been a constant source ofinspiration for many other 'proqressive' bands whobegan to emerge in the late 60s.

(Pink Floyd 's 'Set the Controls for the Heart of theSun ' was directly inspired by his novel 'The Winds ofLimbo ' and there have been two albums called after hisnovel 'Sto rmbrinqer') and, as a somet ime musicianhimself (he earned his living at it in the early sixties )has for years been associated , as no other novelist, withthe rock scene.

It was only recently , however , in direct co nsequenceof writing and performing with Hawkwind, that he beganto write songs which many people encouraged him toperform and record himself . A dem o-tape was made,Liberty Records were enthusiastic, and a single and analbum are due to be released in March 75.

The other permanent members o f Deep Fix areSteve Gilmore (gtr. vocals) and Graham Charnock(gtr. bass, vocals) who, as well as having had many sfstories published , has written on rock for 02 and IT.Others associated with the band include Snowy White(lead gtr.) and Kuma (bass), Simon House (mellotron,piano, violin) and Pete Paveli (cello, bass) bot h ex-HiqhTide members, and ex -Hawkwind drummer TerryOllis, as well as current Hawk drummers Simon Kingand Alan Powell. Essentially a record ing band, DeepFix intends to do a few selected gigs in the courseof the next few mon ths. Their album The NewWorlds Fair will feature songs by Moo rcoc k as well assome by Gilmore and Charnock and Moorcock playsguitar, banjo and mandolin on differen t tracks. Thesingle will be called 'Starcruiser' ctw 'Dodgem Dude'.

Moorcock is dedica ted whole-heartedly to hismusic - ··1put everything I have into it while writingsongs or performing, just as I put everything I haveinto my books when I'm doing them. It 's not worthdoing , otherwise."

The Deep Fix has its origins in fiction, but is nowa defin ite reality - as you'll soon be finding out !

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