FW: hawks/fantasy

[M Holmes]

> I found this story about G.Baker and said dog in a Roy Harper interview...
> Roy was playing Glastonbury and this is what happened...
>
> 'I was headlining the Friday night and Ginger Baker forced himself on to
> the bill. Eee Christ. Anyway, Ginger turns up and I've never seen anybody
> as completely out of it as that. You can't say he was on anything but you
> can definitely say that he'd been on everything at some point in the not
> too distant past. Everything. 'He had this whippet and he just kept on
> saying. 'Ere, where's my f---ing dog? 'Ere, where's my f---ing dog? And the
> only other thing he said all day was , 'Ere I'm Ginger Baker, I am. I'm
> Ginger Baker....Where's my f---ing dog?' That was all he said. Every time
> the dog appeared it was cowering, poor bastard. You just knew that dog got
> kicked regularly. 'Later I'm playing the gig, going down quite well,
> building up to the finale. Then Ginger starts walking on with drums,
> setting up right in front of me, destroying everything. I couldn't believe
> it. So I left the microphone and said 'Hey, what you doing?' And he said,
> 'F--- off, you've been on here to f---ing long, you c---' and his band
> started bringing all their gear on. 'So I started to seethe, nudged one of
> his drums with my left foot and he lunged at me. I just burst, turned round
> and gave him one right in the guts. Ginger goes, 'Urrgghh you c----.' Then
> we were fighting and the stage was full of people. I completely flipped my
> lid.' '
>
> There we were at a festival dedicated to peace and love man and I hit
> someone. He may have been the thickest idiot at the festival but I'd
> actually hit him. After that I was filled with frantic remorse and
> basically just wanted to hit everyone, everything I could lay my bloody
> hands on.' 'So they got hold of my arms and carried me off, looking like
> I'm ripe for Broadmore, wearing this human straightjacket, screaming 'You
> f---ing bastards. 'I'd lost it altogether, I was fighting f---ing mad.'
> 'Meanwhile Ginger set up and started playing and the crowd started stoning
> him. And he got a bottle in his face or a large stone and they carted him
> off to the hospital. There was blood all over him. Needed 12 stitches. So I
> had to chuckle afterwards, mainly about the state I'd got in but it did
> seem to balance out the furore. But fancy ending up like that. Love and
> peace man became a raging f---ing battle.'
>
> Those were the days eh.

I was watching Hawkwind at Stonehenge that night, but the next day when
we got to Glasters, everyone was talking about it.

Of course on the Saturday was the Hawkwind riot (sorry) and then on the
Sunday night some prats set fire to the wooden toilets.

I concluded that Glastonbury was a dangerous place compared to
Stonehenge Festival and sent to Stonehenge until the riot cops closed it
down in 1985. I didn't make Glastonbury again until 1989 but I have been
to every one since - and there always seems to be substantial amounts of
crime.

FoFP