The support band were crap, tho. 'Bronze' are a load of hairy chested wankers. They even did a 'William Tell' routine for one song (probably about WT, but I couldn't be arsed to remember such details), complete with bow and arrow. The audience was rough. I've never been in a room with so much leather in it, and this leather wasn't moving. ISTR a deathly silence.

When the Hawks came on, everyone stood up. As one. The next two hours of heaven more than made up for the apparent eternity of sadness that preceeded it. I sometimes amuse myself by looking at the back page of the programme, as it displays a fine set of hairy chested posers. It's just too bad they also play music...

My second favourite night of live music was created by Gong. The support band featured some ex-members of Soft Machine, so they weren't bad. Gong used a psychidelic light show. It took me a while to realise that the girl dancing on stage wasn't a member of the band. She'd just climbed up onto the stage and started doing a hippy dance. While some bands have roadies to manhandle such people off-stage, David Allen and the rest of the band took no notice at all. Eventually, she had enough and rejoined the audience.

And finally, yet another Hawkwind gig. This was in the mid-90s, so it was The Captain and his two lieutenants. Dave Broke must've been getting a bit old by this point, as no sooner than they started, he was telling them to stop. He claimed that his synth wasn't working! One of the boys pointed out that it helped if you switch it on...