Comments on: LPs from the Attic: Hawkwind — Hall of the Mountain Grill

By: LPs from the Attic: Captain Beyond — Captain Beyond « The Brown Tweed Society

Mon, 14 Jun 2010 18:13:50 +0000

[...] installment of LPs from the Attic, I spoke highly of space-rock supernauts Hawkwind and their Hall of the Mountain Grill album (EMI, 1974). As a nice comparison/contrast exercise, play Hall up against Captain [...]

By: davidwills

davidwills — Tue, 17 Nov 2009 03:50:03 +0000

Since I am unable to correct mistakes in my comment on your site, I do so here: I spelled Nik’s name wrong plus sundry other typos, including an enigmatic reference to “a plate of Barney” which is an interesting thought, but not what I intended, what exactly I did intend I am not sure… Funny about the title, Hall of the Mountain Grill, Barney told me about the title at the time and said how cool it was, but I didn’t get the joke, since we always called the place the Bridge Caff. It was only recently while reading about Portobello Road that I read and was reminded of its proper name and then seeing the title, some 45 years later, at last got the ha-ha.

By: Jay St. Orts

Jay St. Orts — Mon, 16 Nov 2009 22:37:36 +0000

Thanks for sharing that, David; I enjoyed “leafing” through your blog, too. You have worked with and know many interesting creative people!

I wondered if the Mountain Grill was a real place, given the back-cover photo–and figured/hoped it was. For some reason, the context of our music-related conversation and the scene you described–with its rich cooking and other aromas–made me think of the non-performance scenes in Pink Floyd’s Live at Pompeii where one sees the band sitting down to eat together amidst the din of orders being taken and plates being delivered and so on.

By: davidwills

davidwills — Thu, 12 Nov 2009 04:51:22 +0000

Does everyone know that the Mountain Grill was our local caff on Portobello? Just south of the railway bridge, the bacon sandwich was a good boost for a go-to press night, all the gang jollying around at Friends a rainy Saturday, with nick and beautiful wraith in shawl and beads. I met Lucinda Cowel there, she was that Jewel of the East, Norwalk, a real fast thinker in a field with a rampaging bull. The Mountain Grill had the warm cook-smell of fat, sugar, starch and gluten, a plate of Barney goes all, “Spud and sausage, bake-beans and a biscuit, thanks Mrs. D.” and the damp clothes smell and tobacco above it all.

By: LPs from the Attic: The Monkees — Headquarters « The Brown Tweed Society

Wed, 04 Nov 2009 17:13:18 +0000

[...] an odd cosmic coincidence, Lemmy (Hawkwind, Motörhead) and The Monkees share a Hendrix connection: Jimi was among their opening [...]

By: Mark M

Mark M — Mon, 02 Nov 2009 18:44:29 +0000

Not one of the ones with Michael Moorcock on it, but priceless nonetheless. Referred to with loving guilt by comedian and memoirist Mark Barrowcliffe in his account of his adolescent journey to the dork side, The Elfish Gene.