Helen McCookerybook

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Friday, March 03, 2017

Poetry

Us arties simply don't understand: to mathematicians and physicists, numbers and equations are technical poetry that inspire the same joy as our words.
Decibels! What a word.

Helen McCookerybook at Friday, March 03, 2017

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Helen McCookerybook: Music at http://helenmccookerybook.bandcamp.com I can't decide what I want to be. I thought I was an illustrator, and then I turned into a musician by accident. Along the way I've wanted to be a fireman and HGV driver and it's getting too late now! I can't stop writing songs, and if I did, I'd not be able to stop drawing pictures. I wish I could play piano, trumpet and accordion. . I nearly bought a motorbike (BSA Bantam), but spent the money on a bass amplifier instead and joined Joby and the Hooligans in 1977. They morphed into The Chefs, and then I formed Helen and the Horns. I can't resist going into charity shops and buying clothes which I often take back the next day. I've written two books: 'The Lost Women of Rock Music: Female Musicians of the Punk Era', and 'She's At The Controls: Sound Engineering, Production and Gender Ventriloquism in the 21st Century' under the name Helen Reddington, which are available to buy from https://www.equinoxpub.com/home/shes-at-the-controls/ (and will be in your local library) I eat Magnum Classics all summer long, and mini-poppadums all winter. In spring and autumn, I don't eat anything.

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Friday, March 03, 2017

Poetry

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