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many guises he adopted when
performing onstage.
Calvert still on a high, after a gig, brimming over with energy
and a welcoming figure to all and sundry. Calvert on a low after
putting too much into too many gigs, worn out and listless, a stranger
to all.
The strongest
memory of all springs from 1986 when he phoned me to tell me that
he'd been invited to perform at the prestigious Queen
Elizabeth Hall in London.
Certainly, he'd
played far larger venues when he was with Hawkwind,
but only as a part of a rock band.
The Queen Elizabeth Hall is a centre of the arts, a part of London's
South Bank complex. To perform here was to be recognised as an artist
of worth.
He was so excited
as he phoned people and passed on the news. I hadn't spoken to him
for many months, but he made up for it on that night.
He chatted enthusiastically on for an hour, bursting with the news.
He was delirious with joy beyond control.
He was like the little boy who wanted a train set for Christmas
and was given the London Underground.
All the information he needed to give me, in order that I could
pass it on via Hawkwind
Feedback newsletters, could have been given to me in three or
four minutes, but he talked for an hour, in an endless stream that
barely gave me a chance to get in a word.
Now there was
a happy man! <
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BRIAN TAWN 
