My first introduction to this man was not through one of his many books but through a rock concert. As teenagers, there were a group of us who made going to see Hawkwind an annual occurence. In those days you could get a ticket for about £3.50 ($8 ?). His words were amazing in this setting - the lights go down, a strange swirling synthesiser in the background and then "We are the warriors on the edge of time....."
He spent much of the seventies working with this band of anarchic reprobates (meant in the nicest possible way).
So, if you want to give your bleary eyes a rest, kick off your shoes, sit back and listen to Moorcock and his psychadelic warlords pound through your speakers - it's a thoroughly enjoyable experience.
Moorcock on disc for the beginner: A tough one to find now, but look out for Warrior on The Edge Of Time (one of Hawkwind's finest) and see this man through another lens of his own little multiverse
