Record Mirror – 3 August 1974
She remembers being fascinated by this strange looking saxophone-player at an Isle of Wight festival some years ago, and that’s how it all began for a girl called Stacia. Stacia and Hawkwind go together like bread and butter, and the association started rather casually. She watched the band at the festival, saw them again near her home town of Exeter, and was invited to watch them rehearsing. “I just asked them if I could dance and that was the start,” she says, relaxing in the somewhat morbid surroundings of a down-town Irish pub in London.
Most people don’t relate Stacia with yer actual dancing – they think about Hawkwind – “yeah, that psychedelic rock band who made Silver Machine and blimey, they had a nude girl moving her hips in time with the music.”
The reaction annoyed this 6-foot, buxom brunette: “When we made Silver Machine we attracted a Top 20 audience of filthy little boys who came along to stare at me.” There is a hint of bitterness in her voice.
That was a couple of years ago. Since then the band have developed, and Stacia dances naked no more. She has nine different costumes to choose from, and the dirty little boys have disappeared from the audiences. Ironically the reaction was pretty “cool” when she first appeared in her birthday suit: “Most people weren’t surprised, because I don’t think Hawkwind could surprise anybody. They get into so many weird things.”
A lot of people can’t accept that Stacia actually gets PAID for her work with the band. “They believe I get paid in other ways, umm, know what I mean, but I really do work fairly hard. My dancing is an expression of what I feel about the music. The Japanese do it – it’s a form of expression and miming.”
Hawkwind, being a “weird” band, pull some “weird” crowds, especially in America where Stacia is constantly hounded by both male and female groupies. One lunatic even tried to murder her during a gig and she wasn’t dancing naked at the time!
“I was doing a mime of a robot who was given a pill and becomes human for a spell. I was freakin’ out at the time, and I felt this choking sensation round my neck. People thought it was a guy hugging me at first which was cool, but a roadie saw that he was strangling me and he threw the bloke off the stage.
“He even had a go at me a second time,” recalls Stacia, “and the hall bouncers beat him up and threw him out. I was really shaken, and I wasn’t much good for the rest of the tour.”
This painted lady is somewhat bored by the men and women who follow her around thinking she’s an unsatisfied sex goddess. “Most men look upon me as a sexual challenge, especially in the States where, to my mind, the only real groupies exist.”
She recalls an occasion when Hawkwind threw a party in the Planetarium In New York. “A couple of chicks at that party were gettin’ really friendly and I don’t know how, but they not only found out which hotel I was staying in, they found my room number and they were sittin’ there waiting for me when I arrived.
“I’ll tell ya,” adds Stacia, “I’ve never run so fast in my life, because one doesn’t really know what these two chicks had in mind – it could have been another Charlie Manson slaughter or something, they were probably filled up with acid.”
“They really must be screwed up to be groupies anyway,” she says thoughtfully. “There was once a little girl of 16 who literally threw herself at me and it freaked me out. I thought gawd, she’s the same age as my
Stacia never regarded herself as a wide-eyed country girl from Exeter. She drifted from home when she was 15, taking odd jobs in Devon and Cornwall and sleeping on the beaches. Her sisters are happily married but Stacia, the rebel of the family has no thoughts in that direction – unless somebody like Richard Burton asks her.
“My sisters didn’t mind the nude bit, but my parents weren’t too keen until I gave it up. Then my mother really got into the band – my aunts have even turned up at gigs. We’re a Catholic family y’know, although I’m not religious.”
Despite the enjoyment and the rigorous tour schedules, Stacia realises that her association with Hawkwind is sure to end in the near future. “Perhaps a year or so more,” she explains.
She’s bright enough to realise that if she stayed on longer, she’d only be hampering the band’s progression rate, “and they’d be hampering mine,” she says explicitly.
“I’m hoping to embark on a solo career around the end of this year singing, or at least trying anyway, I’ve got ideas, I might be the next Shirley Bassey. The kind of thing I’m planning couldn’t be further away from Hawkwind music if I tried. It’s nothing of them at all.”
However her impending departure is some months away as yet, and she’s busy preparing her costumes for the next American tour in September – one particular outfit is costing £80 and is being made especially in Los Angeles.
“I don’t try and be more outrageous than the band, and Nik the sax player has also started dancing. He dresses like a frog and does mimes. It’s nice to have somebody else to work with …”
Not that the Hawkwind audiences mind what Stacia wears anyway. She says most of the people who go to the gigs are a mixture of alcoholics, dopers, crackpots and normal guys. ”I can’t really categorise them.” she adds.
Is she ever aware about having to keep neat and slim despite her height?
“Aw, come on man,” she retorts, “remember that song, Accept Me For What I Am, well that’s me. I don’t diet or anything and besides I’m too fond of Guinness. Anyway I wouldn’t be able to wear my favourite costumes if I started that caper.”
That wouldn’t present too much of a problem for Stacia, mind you. She only started wearing clothes
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