Hippies,
Freaks and the Summer of Love
From Mods to Hippies
As the sixties progressed, so too did fashion. Scooters were quickly
becoming obsolete, together with those that rode them, the Mods. Coming
from the West Coast of American was a new youth movement: the Hippies,
also called Freaks or Heads. Common legend has it that the scene was
based upon sex, drugs, music and politics; some of these were undoubtedly
features, but not all simultaneously unless you were in some kind of
jet-setting rock group.
Geoff Maynard, a former juvenile Mod, remembers how it gradually took
hold of the imagination of Harold Hill youth:
‘Certainly DJ John Peel and co had a hand in promoting the
new movement by playing Buffalo Springfield, the Incredible Sting
Band and other weird music away from the mainstream Motown and Soul
sound. Then Jimi Hendrix and the Stones started popularising the
real longhair, scruffy image as opposed to the clean-cut Beatles
look. We followed the music, and the bands were our guides - the
longer the hair, the cooler the look. It wasn’t overnight.
Our hair was cropped as Mods, but then we started to copy the style
of the bands. Look at the old black and white tapes of Ready Steady
Go! – that was our
window into what the bands were wearing.
‘The hippie movement
is well documented as being the first middle-class youth subculture,
so I guess we working classes followed where they led. I noticed
it coming from the art colleges first.
‘Though we frequented the Marquee in the Mod days, we then changed
over to the Temple in the Hippie days – both were situated in
Wardour Street. Once the Hippie thing caught on the allure of the all-nighter
love-ins – as festivals were called then – took over. We
were at the early ones in the Alexandra Palace. Most of us didn’t
have a clue about Vietnam or politics of any sort – we just
followed the music and the dope. I got Jimi Hendrix to autograph
his drummers broken drumstick, and then swapped it an hour later
for a bag of grass!’
For the Heads, those that still clung to scooters and Bank Holiday
punch-ups were relics, deadwood, history. Things had moved on: music,
fashion. This was where it was happening. Even the language changed: ‘cool’,
meaning themselves; ‘straights’, everybody else.
Status Quo on Top of the Pops as you've never seen them before -
Pictures of Matchstick Men from 1968.
Everything was groovy in the
Sixties - even the 'Quo!
The Summer of Love in Romford
The public and the press once again became interested in a new movement.
Del Smith witnessed the closest Havering came to its own ‘Summer
of Love’ in 1967:
‘There was a ‘love-in’ in Raphael’s Park,
a big ‘love-in’, where people blew up condoms and patted
them around, but nothing happened. It was organised by Cornelius, Romford’s
only Hippy. I turned up and there were about 5,000 sightseers; it was
pandemonium, there were traffic jams with everybody making their way
to this ‘love-in’ because the Romford Recorder had run
a story on it. There was Cornelius with longhair and an Afghan coat
with a couple of women, and that was it. But there were thousands
of people all trying to see what was happening, it was chaos.’
With the Hippie movement came a greater inclination by the kids to
become involved in running their own events. They was a DIY ethos as
highlighted by Paul Summers who ran a group called HARP which was made
up of pupils from Harold Hill Grammar School. In the early Seventies
they approached the local authorities to put on free gigs in Havering – open
air concerts being very fashionable at the time:
‘There was this committee, made up of very elderly people. They
used to meet in this old people's home, and some of them were ancient,
they were resident in the care home, but others were working class
blokes in their fifties. And we approached them with the intention
of putting on a gig in Raphael’s Park. And still today I’m
astounded that they agreed to it because we didn’t have a clue
what we were doing – bear in mind that we were 17 or 18. But
they agreed to it, and eventually we put on two very successful gigs
in the park.
‘We also put on gigs at the Windsor free concert every year
that ran from 1970 until 1975. In one year, 1973, the police tried
to break up the concert but they were repulsed. They came driving into
the area in a wagon, which they crashed and was then turned over by
the crowd, and they were told in no uncertain terms to get out or else,
which they did – this was the days before the mass police charge
with truncheons drawn. A couple of years later though they had their
revenge and really smashed the site up.’
Spyder Curphey, bass player from Castle Farm [see
picture], also used
the knowledge he gained from playing live to host his own events:
‘My brother and me started a blues club at The Castle in Brentwood.
A lot of people would either go to Romford and the White Hart or
to Brentwood to drink.
‘The Heads, the musos, used to go to the White Horse; which
is where KFC is now. We fell out with the owner because he used to
water the beer down. So we went mob-handed over to The Castle. It was
a real straights place, but there was a young couple that had just
taken over, and we never went back to the White Horse. They had a nice
little room in there and I used to use Castle Farm’s gear and
we’d invite musicians from all over Essex to come and just jam.
We put backline in and drums and it was really successful – soon
we had 500 members. It was Monday night because we knew we wouldn’t
have a gig elsewhere and also we knew that others were unlikely to
be doing anything else. The governor was really pleased because the
Monday night was his busiest.’
Del Smith, with others, was instrumental in organising a free gig
in Bedfords Park in 1972. They were given the responsibility for
writing the publicity brochure and duly obliged by writing an article
entitled ‘All
Coppers Are Bastards’.
‘There was an article written in there by John Simkin called ‘All
Coppers are Bastards.’ Anyway, it was the early hours of the
morning and we were sitting in my flat stoned, and suddenly there was
this almighty thumping on the door downstairs. Straightaway we thought
that it was a police raid, so we panicked and I eventually opened the
door and it was this councillor John Riley. He goes, ‘I’ve
just been to the police station and they say they are going to raid
your house.’ So I said, ‘Why?’ ‘Well I’ve
shown them the brochure for the concert.’ So I’m like, ‘You
****!’
Councillor Riley went into the police station and said, ‘What
do you think of this?’ They said, ‘If you print this you’re
going to be arrested.’ He was banging on my door at one in the
morning. He frightened the life out of me, I thought it was the police.
He was terrified of the article.
Then we were disowned by the people who were running the concert,
which was an Albermarle-based committee made up of a few youth workers,
a few councillors and a few youths.
The youths done all the organising,
the finance was from the council, the magazine was written by us.
Riley got hold of it not long before the end, and said, ‘You’re
all going to get busted.’
Then he said, ‘You can’t
print it with that in it.’
So we said, ‘**** you, we’ll
do our own. We’ll produce
our own magazine and sell it at the concert.’
Indian Ropeman by Brian Auger and the Trinity and Julie Driscol
from 1969. Psychedelic funk!
Altamont at the Albemarle
If the early 70’s gig at Bedfords Park was Harold Hill’s
Woodstock, then the ‘cannon incident’ at the Albemarle
in 1972 was Harold Hill’s Altamont, as Curphey remembers:
‘It was a Sunday concert with four or five bands in the afternoon.
One of the bands was called Storm and they had this cannon which they
fired sweets from into the audience after putting gunpowder into it.
The people at the Albemarle wouldn’t let them set if off which
was just as well because they took it outside and set off in the car
park and it blew up – and with it their rodie as well. His
guts were hanging out everywhere.
I was in the back room of the Albemarle tuning up with the other
members of the band. We were having a little jam when suddenly there
was this almighty explosion and all the glass was blown in on our
heads. Of course we all ran out and being in the back room we were
the first ones there. The rodie was in a real bad state but a couple
of other people were badly hurt and they took them away to hospital,
and he died on the way.’
Paul Summers was an organiser on that day:
‘The rodie of the band Storm had made this cannon that fired
sweets into the audience. And the main youth worker at the time,
Arthur, asked them to take it outside just so that he could test
whether it worked properly, it was nothing to do with health and
safety, he just wanted to see if it worked. This rodie that made
it used a mixture of sugar and weedkiller as explosive, and the taper
was a piece of string soaked in wax – really primitive stuff.
So he lit it, and the whole thing split open like a banana. It killed
him and seriously injured a few others as well as blowing out the
windows of the youth club and the windows of the bands’ transit
vans.
The main youth worker, Arthur, was deaf for a couple of years
afterwards. Infact, he never really talked to us again.
I came home at one in the morning and the Express and Daily Mail
had rung my parents asking whether I was still alive. It being the
days before mobile phones you could imagine what they were going
through.’
Castle Farm: Denny Newman: vocals; Spyder Curphey: bass guitar;
Steve Traveller: drums; Tex Benike : guitar.
The following tracks were recorded at Radio Luxemburg studios on
April 16 to May 23 1971:
- The Witch (Spyder Curphey/Mick
Worwood) 3.30
- Lunatic (Spyder Curphey) 3.10
- Jewels of Fire (Tex Benike)
4.24
- Hotrod Queen (Tex Benike) 4.03
- All in a Year (Spyder Curphey) 3.13
- I've been Dreaming (Spyder Curphey) 5.56
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