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VISIONS OF BEYOND RECALL: HAWKWIND IN THE EIGHTIES Photos by Oz Hardwick
CHILDREN PLAYING IN THE SUN… For the most part, I missed the recent somatic, memory-as-product TV nostalgia for the 80s, but the bits and pieces I caught didn’t look like the decade I remember. Memory is, of course, selective, but then so is experience. Certainly, the 80s I remember wasn’t that linear, fashion by fashion, event by event flatline between the Channel 4 commercials. Rather, it was an apparently random splash of points and lines, imperceptible connections, like a constellation in search of pattern. Maybe as it gets further away it’ll make some kind of sense of itself and within the ever-unfolding zodiac of time. However, I suspect not. …A SENSE OF FREEDOM ON THE RUN The 80s I remember is probably at least something like the one you remember, otherwise you wouldn’t be here: Stonehenge; Og Ha Be; ICU raising the Bones of Elvis; Elephant Fayres; Magick Eyes; woodsmoke & flashing blue lights; Solstice; Arfur Mix; Seventh Dream; Big Steve’s Through the Looking Glass; low flying helicopters & perspex walls; Yellow Gnome; Omnia Opera. Oh, yeah – and Hawkwind. |
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