Dear Hawkwind

Re: Silver Machine

My great-nephew Adrian is an avid enthusiast of many ‘Space Rockers’ such as yourselves and The Gong, and it was through his bedroom wall that I recently heard your ‘psychedelic cult classic’ and felt compelled to write to you personally

As coincidence would have it I too am the proud owner of such an argentate kinetic acoutrement in the form of a metallic grey Honda Accord, and was forced to swerve slightly just now to avoid a Vauxhall Cavalier emerging into a box junction even though its exit road was congested, in clear contravention of The Highway Code section 3, paragraph 174. Unlike your good selves however I am not “still feeling mean”; any slight initial ill-will towards the driver of the offending vehicle was soon dispelled by a particularly witty anecdote courtesy of a plasterer calling into The Jeremy Vine show. If of course by “mean” you are referring to a sudden parsimoniousness comportment, or indeed the most accepted method of calculating averages for statistical desiderata, then I must confess to  being somewhat befuddled as to exactly how a vehicular junket may be responsible for miserly penny pinching and/or assuming the composure of a ratiocinative rubric.

A similar “Brainstorm” is compulsatory vis a vis your promulgation that the stannic chariot is my zodiac sign and aeronautically soars laterally through an epoch. I have written to Russell Grant for confirmation that all horoscopes in circulation need not be scrapped but in the meantime am confident that, being born on October 7th, I am a Libran and not a Silver Machinian, and, considering the quantum repercussions and hitherto undeveloped technology, are you sure that it does not fly sideways through Thame?

Notwithstanding the above elucidations I must state that I am most impressed if a little concerned regarding both the ablution and ecological fuel choices relating to your lustrous craft. Whilst you are to be extolled on both counts I feel that to upkeep the vessel as antiseptically clean may be a touch excessive, not to mention potentially hazardous given that the noxious fumes given off by certain agents can overpower the unfortunate behind the wheel, causing dizziness and disorientation. I would recommend a professional valeting service, combined by the refraining from eating snacks on the road or flight path, thereby avoiding crumbs and other unsightly food remnants, as a far safer and equally hygienic alternative. Also, if, as stated, it ‘turns everything green’, which I take to be a indication of unleaded petrol spillage, you may have a faulty screw cap or leak in the tank which requires immediate attention.

Lastly, I hope that you will not be offended, but, considering the digestive unpleasantry that I suffered on the Rameses Revenge ‘attraction’ at Chessington World of Adventure in 1995, I am most reluctant to tempt fate by accepting your invitation to see myself going by the other side of the sky.

All in all however, my wife Jean and I much admire your ‘acid track’, which for some strange reason I often think of when she is doing the hoovering.

Best Regards

Yours sincerely

Derek Philpott

 

P.S. My aforementioned great-nephew is so taken with your ‘sound’ that he is considering forming a you ‘tribute band’. Although he is yet to directly ask me for a catchy handle I have made a list of possible alternative bird of prey/air current suggestions for when he does, and, having disregarded ‘Vulture Draught‘, ‘Osprey Blast’, ‘Harrier Mistral’, ‘Falcon Chinook’, ‘Owl Zephyr’ and, feeling whimsical after a can of Hobgloblin, ‘Kestrel Flatulence’, have arrived at ‘Peregrine Puff’   

Reply from Nik Turner

Very inspired and inspiring, I look forward to my reply, will respond to your commentary on Hawkwind vision…..

Hey Derek, enclosed doc about Silver Machine

Best Wishes, Nik  

THE COMING OF THE SILVER MACHINE BY ROBERT CALVERT  

BOB AND NIK WERE PALS OVER A LONG PERIOD OF TIME, BOB WAS ALWAYS INTO SCIENCE FICTION, LIKE DAN DARE AND EVERYTHING AFTER IT. HE TURNED NIK ON TO A LOT OF IT. NIK FORMED THE BAND HAWKWIND WITH DAVE BROCK, MICK SLATTERY, TERRY OLLIS, JOHN HARRISON [RIP], AND A LITTLE LATER, DIKMIK, PLAYING JAMMING MUSIC OF MANY INFLUENCES, SPACEY! BOB WAS BY NOW DOING THE SCI-FI EDITORIAL FOR ‘FRIENDS’ MAGAZINE, REPLACING MIKE MOORCOCK. NIK INVITED BARNEY BUBBLES, THE ART DIRECTOR OF THE MAGAZINEWH BAND’S LATEST ALBUMO WAS A GOOD FRIEND OF HIS, TO DESIGN THE ALBUM COVER FOR THE ALBUM ‘XIN SEARCH OF SPACE’, WHICH BARNEY DID WITH THE HELP OF BOB, THEY ENVISAGED THE ALBUM AS A SPACE SHIP THAT HAD BECOME  2-DIMENSIONAL, ON CRASH LANDING ON EARTH, THE VINYL WAS ALL THAT WAS LEFT OF THE CREW. BETWEEN THEM THEY DEVISED THE ‘HAWKWIND LOG’, THE SHIP’S LOG BOOK, WHICH WAS THE DESCRIPTION OF THE ADVENTURES OF THE SHIP AND CREW. NIK THEN INVITED BOB TO JOINTHE BAND, WITH ALL HIS SCI-FI IDEAS. BOB GOT INVOLVED, AND CAME UP WITH HIS CONCEPT SPACE-ROCK OPERA, ‘THE SPACE RITUAL’ WHICH HE HAD BEEN RESEARCHING FOR SOME TIME. THE CONCEPT WOULD BE THAT OF THE BAND BEING THE SPACE-SHIP POWERED THROUGH SPACE AND TIME BY THE AUDIENCE, VISITING VARIOUS GALAXIES, NEBULAE AND OTHER DIMENSIONS. BARNEY DESIGNED THE STAGE PRESENTATION, COSMICALLY, ALIGNED TO THE ASTROLOGICAL SIGNS OF THE BAND MEMBERS, THEIR CORRESPONDING COLORS, ARRANGED IN ACCORDANCE WITH CONCEPT OF THE PYTHAGOREAN MUSIC OF THE SPHERES  ONE OF THE SONG WAS ‘SILVER MACHINE’, THIS BEING A VERY AMBIGUOUS IMAGE. IT COULD BE A ROCKET-SHIP, A HYPERDERMIC SYRINGE, A MOTOR-CYCLE, SO IT WAS ONLY NATURAL THAT BOB SHOULD HAVE A COLLAPIBLE BICYCLE MADE OF ALUMINIUM, WHICH HE CALLED HIS ‘SILVER MACHINE’.

 

 

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