FW: hawks/fantasy

[Captain Bl@ck]

This is a true story - I've heard it from another source. I remember reading
'readers letters' in Q magazine once relating to peoples expereinces at
Festivals, and there was an account of Glasto, particularly Ginger and
Harpo's scuffle, from Keith Hales, of all people.

Capt. Bl at ck.


----- Original Message -----
From: Nick Medford <nick at HERMIT0.DEMON.CO.UK>
To: <BOC-L at LISTSERV.SPC.EDU>
Sent: Tuesday, May 01, 2001 11:49 AM
Subject: Re: FW: hawks/fantasy


> On Tue, 1 May 2001 06:17:58 -0400, Colin Allen
> <colin at CALLEN18.FREESERVE.CO.UK> wrote:
>
> >Unfortunately, Nipper went to the great kennel in the sky many years ago.
>
> 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.
>
> Nick M