Hawkwind: 'It was basically freak-out music'

http://www.guardian.co.uk/music/2009/aug/27/hawkwind-dave-brock

They created 'space rock', are probably the most influential British 
group ever ­ and prefer picking raspberries to stardom. Hawkwind 
explain their 40-year survival

Ed Vulliamy
27 August 2009

The approach to intergalactic headquarters runs along a narrow lane 
in Devon, under the bridge of a railway closed decades ago and 
through a number of gates with signs warning that "Our Dogs Bite". 
There is a carved totem pole in the garden, and a studio like the 
Tardis, banked up with electronic equipment and posters for concerts 
spanning the four decades since Hawkwind formed. This is the home 
world of the band that became a project, the project that became a 
tribal gathering, of the tribe that became a great British 
institution and probably the most influential group ever in British 
music, bar the Beatles ­ only those under the influence often don't 
know it. Hawkwind: the band that has impacted on every "genre", hence 
the need for a genre all of their own: space rock.

Forty years ago, Hawkwind played their ever first gig, in Notting 
Hill in west London. As a local adolescent, it was my first gig, too 
­ and as everyone knows, the branding iron of a first love leaves a 
mark like no other. As a result, I own more Hawkwind music than any 
other band's; I've seen them play more than any other band. And 
tonight and tomorrow, Hawkwind will return to their old neighbourhood 
­ to Porchester Hall, just up the road from Notting Hill ­ to 
celebrate that anniversary and their own endurance. "I suppose we 
always kept that down-to-earthness," says singer-guitarist Dave 
Brock, "which kept us sane and kept us in touch with our people. 
Eating our tea in cafes, kind of thing, so we never got too big-headed."

At the kernel of Hawkwind is Brock, the band's founder, driving 
engine and sole remaining original member. If some 50 musicians have 
passed through Hawkwind ­ some loyal forever, some dead, others 
leaving acrimoniously ­ then "all the more reason for the captain of 
the ship to keep it afloat", Brock says. "Because according to the 
rules, the crew get to bugger off in lifeboats if it sinks, while the 
captain stays aboard." He prefers a different analogy: "I love 
football, and don't want to compare myself to Arsène Wenger, but it 
is like managing a team. And as a team, we are top of our league, 
even if it's not the Premiership."

In the mid-60s, like many of his British rock contemporaries, Brock 
was hanging around the blues and jazz clubs of west London. But while 
they concentrated on getting their Sonny Boy Williamson licks 
perfect, Brock was at work with other forces. He worked at a design 
studio and visited Holland with his band Famous Cure, and then the 
embryonic Hawkwind investigated psychedelic visual effects and 
electronic experiments in German music. By the time of their debut 
gig (billed as Group X) in August 1969, Hawkwind had fused blues, 
folk, British symphonic rock and a driving electronic pulse into 
something of epic proportions.

"Well, it was basically freak-out music, wasn't it?" Brock says. "We 
were using plenty of LSD, tape loops, repetitive riffs, colours and 
lights. But I was still making more money busking. After Don 
Partridge made that bloody song called Rosie, everyone wanted a try, 
and there'd be punch-ups for the cinema queue pitches in Leicester 
Square. But at some point Doug Smith [the band's promoter] had to 
tell me: 'Dave, either you turn up and play in this group or you go 
busking.' So I turned up to play, and that became Hawkwind."

The band became the local fixture in turbulently psychedelic Notting 
Hill. They were our local band, carving their own furrow, with 
politics driving the music and vice-versa. They became the beacon of 
the benefit circuit, playing for the White Panthers, Friends of the 
Earth, Release and striking coal miners in 1985 ­ so much so that 
Brock would tire with band members forever promising his and everyone 
else's time: "We had to do something for money, dammit."

Crucially, though, Hawkwind remained the emblematic band of early 
Glastonbury and the free festival movement, of the peace convoys and 
solstice gatherings at Stonehenge, cut down brutally and bloodily by 
the police and Thatcher government at the Battle of the Beanfield in 
1985. "I am serious about people's right to make music and dance 
where they have made music and danced for centuries," Brock says. "We 
are tribal, and want our music to be accessible to all ages. That has 
been important to me ever since I saw the West Indian bands in 
Notting Hill, grandparents and kids, all together. That is what I 
understand by a music festival."

"We never supported a cause which encouraged violence," says the 
effervescent Kris Tait, who joined Hawkwind in the 1980s as one of 
the famous dancers that became integral to the shows, and is now 
Brock's wife and the band's manager. "Well, we did sometimes," chides 
Brock. Every attempt to tour America is still dogged not only by 
spent marijuana convictions but by the song Urban Guerrilla: "Let's 
not talk about love and flowers/ And things that don't explode/ We've 
used up all our magic powers / Trying to do it in the road."

But among all this, between the gigs among pagan stones and the 
bloody-mindedness and the drugs stories, the music sometimes gets 
forgotten. So what is space rock? "Actually," Brock concedes, 
"although it was simple to play, it has always been as complicated as 
you want it to be, and musically there is rather more there than 
meets the eye." Space rock, apparently, has energy and eschatalogical 
direction.

"Ultimately, it is optimistic," says Brock, in comparison to, say, 
Pink Floyd, whose music is, "Well, a bit doom-laden, isn't it?" Space 
rock aligned itself to the writing of ­ and performances by ­ the 
poet Robert Calvert and novelist Michael Moorcock. "We were all 
reading science fiction and after the first moon landing, exploring 
the idea that everything could change," says Brock. "We were taking 
LSD, and the journey outward was also an inner journey, I suppose."

Crucial to Hawkwind's endurance has been the group's ability to 
connect with successive generations ­ "The audiences are now younger 
than ever," says Tait. Rather than try to keep up with the 
underground music of the time, Hawkwind have tended to prefigure it. 
Punk and grunge listened attentively (John Lydon was a dedicated fan; 
Mudhoney have covered Urban Guerrilla). Hawkwind were gurus to the 
trance generation, both musically and philosophically ­ pioneers in 
both electronic exploration and the connection between ancient ley 
lines and psychotropic technology, so much so that the Orb recorded a 
tribute called Orbwind. From 2002, as the raves subsided (just as the 
free festivals had years earlier), Hawkwind began their annual 
Hawkfests, "which was a way," says Brock, "of carrying on free 
festivals as a membership occasion, just as you might hold a 
gathering of custom car enthusiasts. They are membership occasions, 
though the idea is to stay accessible ­ there's no backstage at a Hawkfest."

The band emerges from the studio to join us. "I'm one of those people 
who loved Hawkwind before I knew who they were," says the bassist, Mr 
Dibs. "I was into the Buzzcocks and Joy Division, but was given a 
tape of Hawklords [a pseudonym Hawkwind adopted briefly for legal 
reasons in the late 1970s] without knowing what it was, and thought 
'This is me.' So I was a fan, then a roadie for 12 years and now I'm 
in the band ­ a dream come true."

"We create a sound which is our own, whatever music it is," says 
drummer Richard Chadwick ­ at 21 years, the band's longest-serving 
member apart from Brock. "The model is the Beatles, in as much as 
whatever they did ­ be it the first heavy metal in Helter Skelter or 
the first world music on a sitar ­ the sound was the Beatles. That's 
our intention: what you hear is Hawkwind and could only be Hawkwind, 
whatever we are playing. I came to Hawkwind through the anarcho-punk 
scene of the 1980s, so for me the music is the politics and the 
politics is the music, which means not becoming a 'star', but playing 
what could only be Hawkwind. If you take this sound to the audience 
in a stadium or at Glastonbury as it is now, it will inevitably 
change. So we survive, with a sense of decency. I've seen Dave 
[Brock] turn down those opportunities time and time again ­ his own 
show on MTV, this supergroup or that. And that is how this band has 
lasted 40 years in the way it has."

"Yes, there have been plenty of chances to become a star," Brock 
says. "Just the other day, they wanted me to get together with Lemmy 
and that bloke from Jefferson Starship ­ Paul Kantner ­ but I 
thought, 'Oh Christ, please no.' If I get pushed into that, they'll 
push me into something else, then something else. I've seen people do 
it, doing it the way someone else wants it, away from their families, 
away from home. Some people like it ­ Lemmy's got his place in Los 
Angeles with a pool and that, lives on the road and will die on the 
road. But I've got raspberries to pick as well as Hawkwind music to 
work on. I mean, we can't play the same old stuff the same every time."

Brock smiles, more to himself than to anyone around the table, and 
tells the story about how he found Hawkwind's old red lighting-gear 
van for sale in Auto Trader. He bought it ­ and there it is in the 
farmyard. "Lots of my friends have got yachts," he says, "but how 
many yachts does a person need?"

Then Brock explains what he needs. "First, we bought that field, but 
we were still visible, and audible. So we bought that meadow there ­ 
and Kris and I raised horses for a while. Now, we have that piece of 
woodland, and from the top of it, there's a sea view, right as far as 
where my parents retired." The idea is, clearly, that intergalactic 
headquarters be as close to sealed off as it possible to be on this 
crowded island, and thereby as close as possible to ­ to what? Space? 
Or something Hawkwind are still looking for.

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