Portrait of a Turkey

 

Violins, Double Basses etc. In A Shop Window In Stoke Newington

 

Gaelictronica (thanks Ruth!) On Blue Vinyl Imminent!

At last! The vinyl is on it's way and can be pre-ordered here:
https://williegibson.bandcamp.com/album/cailin-mo-ruin-sa-ailein-duinn

Would-be-Goods, Railcard, and Me At The Water Rats Last Night

This was to be a densely packed evening in a densely packed venue. The sound engineer, Ali, took immense care with everyone; a first in my experience was him checking the band then asking them to play the first song so he had something to set everything up to. This was so thorough of him, and when someone takes such a professional approach there's a whole layer of worry you don't need to engage with.

Add to this the fact that this was a Caryne and Dave gig, which meant that everything was super-organised and the publicity stops had been pulled out to their fullest extent, plus everyone in the bands knew each other, or knew of each other, and has done for ages, it was bound to be a good night.

People came really early. I was touched that Gaye and Eric had actually bought tickets. Gaye had a copy of a lost Adverts single in her bag, pink vinyl no less. She hadn't seen Rachel Dollymixture for a long time, and there were a whole bunch of people who were reconnecting, which was also a big plus.

Railcard were first on. You'd expect a band of songwriters to have exceptionally good songs, and they do: sunshine pop with bells on, all played with a massive sense of enjoyment. What really sets them apart is some spectacular and distinctive vocal arranging, delivered absolutely perfectly. Sheer joy emanated from the stage and they were really well-received.

We were on in the middle, and I think something about playing with Robert and Ruth (Robert's gig) on Thursday made the whole thing very confident and happy. I'd been worried about whether we'd get to play everything but having dropped a couple of songs, we managed just fine and it felt wonderful to be so appreciated. Would it be OK to play The Sea? Yes, it was: there was lots of lustily-sung joining in, and we even managed to play Balloon to finish off with.

https://helenmccookerybook.bandcamp.com/track/the-sea

The Would-be-Goods put on an amazing set. I really enjoy seeing them live. They are excellent on record, and in real life the boot up the arse (sorry for crudity) that Andy Warren's bass gives to the songs elevates the band to extra dizzying heights. I was trying to think of a way to describe them earlier on when I was out for a walk and running through the night in my head. They are a unique mixture of elegance and ferocity; they never lose control, but they are extraordinarily strong both creatively (those songs!) and in terms of musicianship. Add to this a sense of dynamics in the set, which is sometimes full-on and sometimes pared back to stark simplicity, and it's impossible not to be mesmerised by it all. Jessica was in fine vocal form on Saturday, too.

What can I say except lucky audience! It was lovely afterwards, because people hung around a bit to chat and they seemed to have enjoyed everything. All sorts of people turned out: Elodie Ginsbourg came from Sheffield with her daughter, Spinmaster Plantpot was there, Karina, Debsey Dollymixture and Paul, Pete Astor, Lester Square (who reconnected with Andy Warren), Rob and Amelia (of course, because they run Skep Wax, who release both Railcard and Would-be-Goods records and had merch to sell), Pete Tainsh, Kevin and Xtina from Rochester, and more people who I will remember later on. I hope those people don't turn up at the next gig like bad fairies at the Christening!

I'm just about to sort out flights to Valencia, where I'll be playing in a bookshop in April alongside an exhibition of my drawings. I'll also be playing at Rebellion again this year (I had to miss last year because of illness), at the John Peel Centre celebration of 50 years of punk (interviewing Charlie Harper and showing the She-Punks film there too), and other things that I will be getting my head around next week.

Robert Rotifer and Drew Morrison and the Darkwood at The Spice of Life

A chilly wind blew but it couldn't blow away my good spirits. We'd had a good rehearsal on Wednesday, a combo of Robert's songs and my own (I have a gig on Saturday at The Water Rats, with Railcard, supporting The Would-be-goods).

It's much less stressful being a guest musician than it is being the principal one. Ruth was there already, Ian turned up and then Robert. Sound check didn't take long: the Green Goddess was sounding it's usual best, and enjoyed being out and about in a guitar-friendly environment.

This was the first night of Drew's new club, and we were seated in the best seats in the house. We could see and hear how well his (new) songs are arranged. The two guitars sounded fantastic, and there was some fabulous chordsmithery and very skilful playing going on. You could see how much the guitarist enjoyed playing- he was almost dancing as he played, and quite clearly is one of those people who lives his musicality. Lots of people enjoy playing, obviously, because otherwise they wouldn't do it- but not everyone is so clearly transported by the music of the band they're in. Great set Drew, and the way the songs are developing is really interesting.

Robert started with Man in Sandwich Board, one of my favourite Robert songs. The core band is Ruth on bass and Ian on drums, but I joined in this one and later, That Was The Time. Robert was in his element, powering through the set despite his guitar trying to disrupt things by repeatedly going out of tune (note to self: ask him to stretch the strings before the gig on Saturday!). He took to the piano for one of his songs, and I joined the band onstage again for Balloon. There was a storming version of Aberdeen Marine Lab, and for encore he played a solo song before the band joined him for Frankfurt Kitchen. Apparently, Ian wrote to V&A East to ask if they could play the song there (they have a full Frankfurt Kitchen on display), but didn't hear back. Typical.

Well, it was a damn good night out. Nice to see Caryne and friends, and other chums!

Poly Styrene Singing

 

Sister Rosetta

 

People in Coloured Rain Macs on the South Bank, London

 

Clementine March at the Horse Hospital

I heard one of Clementine's songs on Riley and Coe's BBC6 show and it was so good I booked a ticket for Saturday's show at the Horse Hospital.

It was different crowd from the usual, which was quite refreshing. There was a lot on because it was Valentine's night, but there was still a decent audience, right from the start. First support Eva May reminded me a little of Rowen Bridler; her close-chord piano playing and intriguing melodies were very listenable, and she didn't play a wrong note. The second support was Louise Chenneviere, who started off on guitar with two Britney Spears covers; she told us that she had just written a book on her. She moved between guitar and piano, trying out new songs and singing in a combination of French and English.

In the breaks, I chatted to Rachel Horwood, who I met in Gina's Choir and who drums for Clementine, Pearl and her friend who does nursery rhymes in primary schools, and Rozi Plain, who it turns out is a friend of Jim the banjo player's daughter in Winchester. Marie was there too sitting at the front; it was a musician's night as well as a punter's night.

Clementine is a really energetic and confident guitar player, with a really varied and constantly-surprising chord cupboard. She also pays close attention to the way her guitar sounds. It's like listening to a kinetic sculpture, all in the service of distinctive songwriting. She played the song Lucie, which was the one I liked so much, but also a set of songs that reminded me of Kevin Ayers, especially the new ones. I told her that afterwards when I went to buy an album (I had to), and she was very pleased.

Rachel on drums and the bass player Ollie played sensitively and dynamically all the way through. I haven't seen so much eye contact between members of a band for a very long time.

Sometimes, 'a good night' is a social comment and sometimes it's a conclusion after a night where I've been playing. Saturday's gig was a good night because of the music. I found it inspiring and refreshing, which is a very good start to a new year of music, I think.

PEG Whitstable 'Library' Exhibition

The Profanity Embroidery Group puts on regular exhibitions and are currently preparing a Grenfell Quilt, a very large and wide-ranging project. This Library-themed exhibition has examples of all different kinds of embroidered responses to the idea of books and reading. The quality of the work is incredible.

I first came across their work about ten years ago when the poet Leah Thorne collaborated with them in Folkestone- their embroidered wedding dresses were hilarious, and very subversive. I've followed their sweary antics ever since.

Late last year there was a call-out for submissions (fnurr, fnurr) for the Jan Lewis Memorial Award and I grabbed a tea towel that I couldn't be bothered to iron, and started to embroider the reason why I started writing about women in punk all those years ago, much in the style of a Delft tile. It was good to have something to take my mind off the anniversary of being so ill at the end of 2024, and I made myself finish it in time for the deadline. Much to my astonishment, the group chose my work for the exhibition, and I went to see it today. The chance to exhibit it was in memory of one of their founder members, Jan Lewis. 

Seriously, these women and hardcore brilliant embroiderers and have the best senses of humour. It was great to chat with them, and see their work in real life. Fucking brilliant.

I think there must be something in the water in Whitstable. I found a pocket of sunshine on a bench near the beach and two old geezers were having a loudly-broadcast conversation in which it was impossible to discern anything other than the f-word. 

Three cockwombling cheers to PEG for fighting back with such skill and aplomb! 

The exhibition is on up to, and including, Monday 16th February

Food Poisoning

Two of us got food poisoning last week from burritos that we ate in a restaurant. 

Horrible! 

Kitchen managers need to have eagle eyes to make sure everyone washes their hands properly, and that food is stored correctly and not left lying around.

The restaurant didn't want to believe us, but when two people out of four get the same thing after eating the same dish, and the other two who didn't are perfectly all right, then there is no argument.

Joni Mitchell

 

Robert Wyatt Plays Trumpet

 

New Women's Songbook, Hythe

It was stottin' doon with rain on the motorway down to the south-east coast. I'd had food poisoning the day before thanks (we think) to dodgy burritos, and was still a little woozy, but the drive down was actually fine.

After taking a risk with some fantastic chips from Torbay fish'n'chip shop, we wandered back to the venue,upstairs at Remedies, where Lorraine Lucas, who has organised the entire Folkestone Songwriting Festival, kicked off the night with two songs, one by Lucinda Williams and one of her own compositions. She is a fantastic host ,and the evening picked up on her bonhomie from the start.

Catherine Hiesiger was the first songwriter to play. Her songs examine setbacks in her life, disappointments and difficulties which she articulates with intensity and skilful melodies and guitar picking. I'd been chatting to a chap earlier on who had been describing his difficulties in finding the chords to underpin the meaning of his lyrics, and I suppose that particularly alerted my senses to hwo well that works with Catherine's songs. Luckily she has fallen in love and she sang a very beautiful tribute to her wife Jo, who was sitting in the audience.

She'd also sung songs about her family, so it felt natural to begin my set with Three Maple Men, my tribute to my Gran who gives me strength still. I'd chosen a set that I would enjoy playing completely solo- and also one that reflected the fact that this was a night that celebrated women songwriters. So I played The Song of the Unsung Heroine; it also felt like the sort of night that people would join in with At The Bathing Pond, and join in they did, harmonies and all. I finished with Women of the World, and people joined in with that one as well.

Isobel Kimberley completed the bill, her deep voice filling the room with songs of sex and death, although her song about her father, written for her mother to fill the gap, was much broader lyrically than that. Isobel uses a small South Asian bellow-organ that provides a drone for a lot of her songs, and also has a looper which she uses sparingly to create delicate guitar harmonies for her picking. Altogether, she has a unique sound.

It was a pleasure to be part of a night where the audience concentrated intently on the lyrics. Lyrics are so precise and unique to the person writing them, and when they are really listened to it makes a song writer feel that they are communicating properly with people. That was a really important part of the evening. There was no background talking, and a member of the audience even made sure the door didn't slam when people entered and left the room. Now that's next-level respect.

It was also a real laugh to talk to Lorraine, who also comes from a big family. We swapped tales of horrendous holidays in Scotland in the rain, and midge-clouds with chaos of children and pecking-orders, and all that comes from lifelong stereotyping in family positions. Ha!

The journey back was just as rainy. Why doesn't my car look clean? Well, motorways are bloody dirty, that's why. But it was well worth the journey. I'm re-living the night in my head: it was one of those special sorts of nights.

Tonight in Hythe (Kent)