Reading Festival – 1977

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Photo of Teresa Bassett and plastic bread bags on feet! – see below

Nick Prince… Wow. What a line up.

Andy Gunton…  was at this one too 🙂

Mick Knights… I’ve got photo’s of Hawkwind and Ultavox at this one, must dig the out sometime and post them.

Terry Pack… went to Reading as a punter in 1975 or 76, I can’t remember which, and wondered what it would be like to play to such a huge crowd. In 77, I found out. I don’t know how many people attended festivals in those days. Any ideas?

John Storer… Somewhere in the back of my mind, I seem to recollect that the average daily attendance at Reading back then was about 30,000. Anyway, THIS is the year I went with Neil McGuigan, Matt Brand, Mick Hurton and Kev Potter. Most vivid memory is Jayne (formerly Wayne) County & The Electric Chairs being canned off stage. The only other band I remember seeing was Ultravox (the John Foxx version). I must have seen others – would have definitely wanted to have seen Eddie & the Hot Rods, The Motors and SAHB, but cannot now remember seeing them

Mick Knights… Here’s a couple of Hawkwind

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photos by Mick Knights

Chris Meachen…. Seem to recall being at this one, but it’s all a bit hazy now…

Mark Asseenontv Scutchings-Stevens… I went there !! Had my sleeping bag stolen on the last night 🙁

Teresa Bassett… This was my first festival. 4 of us drove from Lincolnshire in a mini for the weekend. one small ex army tent and no idea what to expect. I remember the mud . I remember Thin Lizzy  even now – Dancing in the Moonlight.  I remember the beer can fights. I remember the toilets.  Only have one photo of the weekend –  me in cheesecloth and jeans and plastic bread bags on my feet. (see top photo)

Paul Morfey… I was there!! Lizzy were amazing!!

Ella Hall… Borrowed my dad’s old transit van and drove to Reading from Derbyshire with some pals from college. The ground was too soddon to pitch our tent so we “moved in” to this seemingly huge army-style tent with dozens of other tentless teenagers. The mud was amazing! Inadequate wellies and a shortage of plastic bags led to us going barefoot. Remember watching Thin Lizzy while dancing in thick mud almost up to our knees – played at seeing how far of an angle we could lean, straight-legged, before we splodged over!!! Festival over, we spent hours towing various small cars off site before heading home. To the owner of the large, canvas khaki, Army-style tent -Thank you!

Paul Morfey… I remember Golden Earring being on stage when we got there, and latter Uriah Heep, going to see them again, this weekend at the New day festival, with B.J.H. ect, Mount Ephraim gardens Faversham. Can’t wait!!

Mick Knights… Hawkwind at Reading 77

photos by Mick Knights

Chris Stratton…Reading 77. Distant memories of carefree days. I was there on the Sunday with my regular concert goer friend Paul Tocock. (RIP) So much mud! First band I remember was the Motors (meh) Next on was Wayne County and the Electric Chairs. They didn’t last long. Halfway through the first song, the stage was under siege from a bombardment of mud & beer cans. County calling the fans a bunch of fucking consumers was never going to calm the situation. After about four songs the band abandoned the stage. A punk band playing to an audience of mainly long hairs in trench coats & Millets afghans was always likely to be a bad combination. The rest? The Enid – Prog rockish but well received due to their charismatic front man. Hawkind – brilliant. Robert Calvert up front playing a huge chunk of their quark strangeness and charm album. Doobies were the Doobies – never a fan tolerable. Last up the SAHB. Classic performance from the iconic showman of the time. He couldn’t sing but it didn’t matter. He always had an audience eating out his hands. Other highlights: At some stage during the day John Peel had the audience singing along to Nellie the Elephant. Went down better with the crowds than W.C. & The Electric Chairs. I needed a piss before we set off home. The smell of the portaloos was too much for the flies. I opened the door and a sea of overfliowing piss n shit greated me. I held on until I found some bushes. My old Morris was a sea of mud. My inadequate plimsolls had leaked mud and water after about two minutes. I’ve never been to Reading since. I suspect it’s a lot for sanitised & corporate – ish these days. Certainly a lot dearer for tickets!

Terry Pack… I’m amazed at the recall of Chris Stratton and others. 42/43 years on, I can’t remember anything much about the day. I suspect I just wanted to get through the gig without making too many mistakes (my usual state of mind). I generally remember more about the transport cafes and the breakdowns on the way to and from the gigs than the gigs themselves.

Mick Curtis… I might have gone to this.

Paul Huggett… Loadsa good stuff on there!

Jacquie Hinves… Terry, weren’t you playing in 77?

Terry Pack… Yes, There’s photographic evidence…

Catherine Ireland… Ooh Terry on the same bill as the Doobie Brothers how wonderful xxx

 

4 thoughts on “Reading Festival – 1977”

  1. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I seem to recollect that the average daily attendance at Reading back then was about 30,000

    Anyway, THIS is the year I went with Neil McGuigan, Matt Brand, Mick Hurton and Kev Potter. Most vivid memory is Jayne (formerly Wayne) County & The Electric Chairs being canned off stage. The only other band I remember seeing was Ultravox (the John Foxx version). I must have seen others – would have definitely wanted to have seen Eddie & the Hot Rods, The Motors and SAHB, but cannot now remember seeing them

  2. This was my first festival. 4 of us drove from Lincolnshire in a mini for the weekend. one small ex army tent and no idea what to expect. I remember the mud . I remember Thin Lizzy even now – Dancing in the Moonlight. I remember the beer can fights. I remember the toilets. Only have one photo of the weekend – me in cheesecloth and jeans and plastic bread bags on my feet.

  3. Borrowed my dad’s old transit van and drove to Reading from Derbyshire with some pals from college. The ground was too soddon to pitch our tent so we “moved in” to this seemingly huge army-style tent with dozens of other tentless teenagers. The mud was amazing! Inadequate wellies and a shortage of plastic bags led to us going barefoot. Remember watching Thin Lizzy while dancing in thick mud almost up to our knees – played at seeing how far of an angle we could lean, straight-legged, before we splodged over!!! Festival over, we spent hours towing various small cars off site before heading home. To the owner of the large, canvas khaki, Army-style tent -Thank you!

  4. Reading 77. Distant memories of carefree days. I was there on the Sunday with my regular concert goer friend Paul Tocock. (RIP) So much mud! First band I remember was the Motors (meh) Next on was Wayne County and the Electric Chairs. They didn’t last long. Halfway through the first song, the stage was under siege from a bombardment of mud & beer cans. County calling the fans a bunch of fucking consumers was never going to calm the situation. After about four songs the band abandoned the stage. A punk band playing to an audience of mainly long hairs in trench coats & Millets afghans was always likely to be a bad combination. The rest? The Enid – Prog rockish but well received due to their charismatic front man. Hawkind – brilliant. Robert Calvert up front playing a huge chunk of their quark strangeness and charm album. Doobies were the Doobies – never a fan tolerable. Last up the SAHB. Classic performance from the iconic showman of the time. He couldn’t sing but it didn’t matter. He always had an audience eating out his hands. Other highlights: At some stage during the day John Peel had the audience singing along to Nellie the Elephant. Went down better with the crowds than W.C. & The Electric Chairs

    I needed a piss before we set off home. The smell of the portaloos was too much for the flies. I opened the door and a sea of overfliowing piss n shit greated me. I held on until I found some bushes. My old Morris was a sea of mud. My inadequate plimsolls had leaked mud and water after about two minutes. I’ve never been to Reading since. I suspect it’s a lot for sanitised & corporate – ish these days. Certainly a lot dearer for tickets!

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