Helen McCookerybook

Papa Was A Rolling Pin.

Thursday, February 28, 2013

She-Bop Book Signing

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 I went to Lucy O'Brien's book launch (third edition of She-Bop!) last night. Lucy was looking radiant and very 1920s; Cazz Blaise...
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Tuesday, February 26, 2013

Accidental Song

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We were playing songs to each other down the phone and Martin played some chords which he called 'Helen Chords'. So I wrote the Mad...
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Monday, February 25, 2013

Words

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Are my words all going to the wrong place? I have spent the day marking theses and writing a lecture for Wednesday. Last night I began two ...
Sunday, February 24, 2013

At Rrrants Next Monday

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We will be playing a half hour tour of our two albums as part of this fund-raising event in Camden, next Monday evening.

Listening to Jumpin' the Blues

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I haven't been able to sort out the Sunday listening today; Merle Travis was too bibbly-bobbly this morning and then Gareth Lockrane...
Saturday, February 23, 2013

On the Eleventh Day

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On the eleventh day of 'flu, I decided that a fresh walk along the Thames would do the trick. I started at Waterloo which is always col...
Friday, February 22, 2013

I Don't Make Money From Writing This Blog

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I seem to be getting a large number of viewings from a site telling people how to make money from writing a blog. I don't make anything...
Thursday, February 21, 2013

Liberty Horses

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Always up-to-the-minute and current, Liberty's window display nods ironically in the direction of the horseburger scandal...
Wednesday, February 20, 2013

Molly Drake

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I have been listening to the recordings of Molly Drake, Nick's mum. It's odd how much you can hear her influence on his vocal modula...
Tuesday, February 19, 2013

Buzzcocks

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A symptom of middle-aged middle-classness in an ex-punk is being inspired to sing a well-known Buzzcocks song while making tea in a Danish B...
Monday, February 18, 2013

Swan

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Sunday, February 17, 2013

Soap

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In our bathroom cupboard for many years there was a small powdery soft old cardboard box, half full of ancient bars of hotel soap in exotica...

Hotel

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Hotels are complex ant-hills. In this one, we asked to be moved after being parked in a room next to a pack of laughing hyaenas who arrived ...
Saturday, February 16, 2013

Nova Castria

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Nova Castria is in full flow; the bars are starting to fill with packs of women, hair solid with spray and faces solid with make-up, skin ta...
Friday, February 15, 2013

Seen on an Edinburgh Bus...

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Most Edinburgh buses, actually: a tartan-carpet-framed security video display. I think someone at the bus company has a sense of humour.
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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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