The Bay Hotel, Gourock

Thanks to Roddy Mackenzie for posting this ticket to Facebook. What a place it was! Passing bands got paid a minimal amount to play a gig to a bunch of teenagers bussed up from Greenock to The Bay Hotel, a golfer's paradise in Gourock, by its philanthropic owner. There was an ice making machine in the upstairs lobby that plopped quietly and relentlessly, and shoe-polishing machine.
We did this gig with Helen and the Horns, playing to a bunch of cavorting teenagers who certainly looked drunk, although they couldn't possibly have been (ask Roddy: he was there).
Bands got to eat as much as they wanted, and drink as much as they wanted.
After the teenagers were bussed home at bedtime, we sat up all night at the bar. Chris, our trumpet player, pulled the concertina-like plastic plant watering tubes out of the tubs of ferns, and serenaded up all with farty trumpet noises. We all talked nonsense, endlessly, before me and my then partner went up to the Honeymoon Suite where we'd been billeted, drank a bottle of champagne and got into the jacuzzi. I believe I may have thrown up in the jacuzzi, but that might just be a rumour.
Oh dear: rock'n'roll times and rock'n'roll stories!

Saturday She-Punks, As Cool As A Cucumber In Glasgow

Come! It's our last Doc'n'Roll screening! Huge thanks to Vanessa Lobon in particular, for being so supportive, funny and helpful. (There's another screening in Lincoln next week at the University)
Here is the ticket link: https://www.tickettailor.com/events/docnrollfilmfestival/265734
It's much more than just a screening; there will be conversation afterwards, and an opportunity to ask questions.

Sweaty And Squashed On Friday Night

This is going to be bloody brilliant. It's the best night in town. Sometimes I'm sitting at home bored and I remember that it's a Scaledown night and hare down there as quickly as possible.
There is always something challenging mixed in with the glorious discoveries but that makes it all the better. It is also the friendliest place you could possible go to. A couple for years ago I found myself up sh*t creek without a paddle, isolated and miserable, and I was blown away by the friendliness of the Scaledown crowd. They seem have a lot of birthdays, rather like Her Majesty, but they are all better than the one before. It gets hot, sweaty and slightly off-kilter as the presenters Sean and Mark get gradually more sloshed on red wine, while Jude remains clear headed and calm. I've seen some of the funniest things ever at this place as well as some of the most annoying, and indeed some of the most impossible to describe.
Nothing lasts more than 15 minutes, which is just about perfect for a Friday night.
Yippee- and I get to play too!

Thinking About Community Matters

It's almost two weeks since the Community Matters night at The Tabernacle in West London, but it's still in my mind as a really wonderful evening. I was set up as part of the Grenfell tragedy commemoration to celebrate women' roles in the community and it featured female-led music of great variety and calibre. One of the nicest things was getting to meet some of the performers in advance of the gig, which was a really bonding experience and made the whole evening such more relaxed when it happened.
I had been invited to play by Woinkpa Cassiopeia, and I was really looking forward to hearing her songs, which she performed under the name of Kinetic Minds. Woinkpa has a deep, powerful voice and sang over the accompanist André's almost gospel- sounding soundscapes; her songs were spiritual and very moving, semi-improvised in places, and I'm really looking forward to hearing her music again. She is a charismatic and very natural performer with a great rapport with audiences.
Desta Hailé also has a male accompanist, but this time a jazz guitarist; apparently they had only just got together but their performance was seamless. The songs reminded me of Corinne Bailey Rae but there was a bit of Carole King in there too, and the guitarist very kindly showed me the Carole King chord in the dressing room (an 11th, I think). Desta was playing bass alongside her guitarist and the sound was minimal but lyrical: absolutely lovely. After my set, Ishani played Indian-music rooted trip hop which has already had success in an unusual format: as part of a comic book that highlights the dangers of rape. Her performance was sparkling and got a great reception from the audience. Judi's Rhythm of Jazz were up next, and played a swinging and relaxed set of standards with confidence and aplomb, by this time with a huge amount of appreciation from the crowd. Finally the Grime Violinist took to the stage and wowed us all with the classically-based integration of violin and grime music, which is a really unusual combination that works unexpectedly well.
At the very end, almost after everyone had gone, we listened to a woman who took to the stage to sing over recorded backing tracks, her isolation and sadness a poignant reminder of what had happened.
Woinkpa, Tom and Jane did a grand job of organising the evening. Thank you for inviting me to take part.
Photos: Kinetic Minds, Judi, and the Grime Violinist.

Life rushes past us, but we must not forget what happened that night two years ago. It was completely unnecessary for people to lose their lives, and the sheer distance between the interests of our politicians and the interests of the human beings they govern has never been so stark. There has been stalling, dishonestly, avoidance, disrespect: somewhere deep down, society wants to forget that it ever happened. It's all the more important that events like this happen, where people can congregate and draw strength from their determination not to forget, and to make powerful people accountable for what they do.
I am beginning to feel more and more strongly that the cultural things that I do should intersect with political action more than they have done previously. In itself, education is politics: it can't help but be part of it all. But I've been shocked this year by the sheer quantity of gaslighting and manipulation that happens institutionally across the board.
There are more things too, but Offsprog One says I mustn't say. I have been very angry this week.

SNWTLS Played by Gideon Coe

https://helenmccookerybook.bandcamp.com/track/saturday-night-with-the-london-set-2

Tour Dates 2019

The Sun

I went into W H Smith's on Saturday to buy some mailing envelopes, and the staff offered me a free copy of The Sun.
I think the look of disgust on my face said it all, but they did ask why not. By the time I got to the third reason, they told me that lots of people had turned down the offer. They thought it was funny just how unpopular the newspaper is- and that's in the right wing Borough of Barnet.
I am looking for reasons to feel heartened but alas, this time I think one of the main reasons behind not wanting the paper might be sheer snobbery: it's just not seen as a middle class paper.
The Daily Mail would do a lot better; it matches the suspicious nastiness of so many suburban Tories. Is that hate speech? I feel desperate at the awful political climate of the moment. Seeing the encampment of homeless people next to the Stratford Centre was mind-numbing.
What I really, really can't understand is that surely the generation who are being so selfish and running down the NHS and welfare system have grandchildren who will potentially need these services during their lifetimes.
Do they really think that the florid inheritances that they hope to pass of to them will survive the economic chaos that is about to ensue?
And frankly, being so short-sighted: do they really think young generation that they have bled dry will be prepared to look after them in their dotage?
When all the kindly people from other parts of the world who populate the care system are sent 'home', would you want someone who you have shown utter contempt for in your forward planning to be responsible for your wellbeing?
I don't normally rant to such an extent but having heard of of my daughter's friends' brothers treated brutally by the police this weekend for the crime of being Black, having heard my close European friend's story of being told to go back to her own country when she was overlooked for promotion, and having heard a European musician's account of having dog poo put through his doors by British neighbours, I can't not directly say what I think.
What do I think? I am European, and always will be.

Pauline Murray at the Betsey Trotwood

The commuters were swarming home from Farringdon station; swimming against the tide has always been hard, but the Betsey Trotwood is a welcoming watering-hole for people who don't tread the beaten path of normality.
Pauline arrived for the sound check with her daughter, and her own chair: they had had adventures on the way down from Newcastle, having to get off one train and on to another after missing a connection, and being told that they couldn't take furniture on the train. Thankfully the Guard was compassionate and everyone arrived safely in London. Pauline describes this chair as her pet: it travels with her everywhere that she plays, and makes the venue her own.
The Betsey Trotwood has a tiny stage, but there was enough room for everything we needed.
There's a great sound in that tiny room, and Joao the sound engineer got both of us a really good mix. People started arriving very early: this gig sold out in three days, and because the official capacity is only 40 people, I knew it was going to be crammed, and it was. There was a massive Geordie contingent; one guy described stopping his car in the middle of Dartmoor to order tickets: people had travelled up from Devon, from Liverpool and of course travelled down from Newcastle, plus apparently all the London expats too. The place was bristling with Geordie accents, all the more so because the manager Richard is from Gateshead (big thanks for all your help, Richard). At the door with Offsprog Two who was helping out, I heard a lot of hilarious anecdotes and there was a fair bit of trading of awful stories from the old days in Newcastle going on, which is always good value for money.

There is no dressing room at The Betsey, and Pauline had to sit on the stairs to tune her guitar with her iPad because the room was so noisy. When she took to the stage there was a huge roar of appreciation which was completely heartwarming. The atmosphere was a bit like a giant house concert, and you could hear a pin drop at the start of the set. She sang the song When We Are Young that really struck a chord with me (quite literally- it has lovely chords) but as soon she she got to Just Drifting from the latest Penetration album she had a chorus of Geordies singing along in big-bloke voices, huge smiles on their faces and huge pints in their hands (well, normal pints: but they are huge). They were tuneful though, with a nod in the direction of football chants; it was the affection in their voices and the protective looks on their faces that was so touching. Pauline was nervous, but it brought out the best in her; her voice has that echo of the 1960s girl singers and must be a dream to record. After All was a song originally written in two parts, and was another really memorable solo song. By the time we got to the acoustic version of Don't Dictate, however, the choir was back in full flow. The heat generated by the crowd overloaded the air conditioning, which started raining just before Pauline played her well-deserved encore.
I have seen Penetration live and been gobsmacked at Pauline's power and energy in the band, but solo she is something else altogether. She brings that authenticity and life experience into her singing and her songs that is really rare, and boy can she belt it out when she needs to. In common with Robert Rotifer (night before), the way she feels about what she is singing brings a passion to her live performance that makes you realise just how special live shows are, and makes you bloody glad to be there. This tiny audience was very lucky to see this gig: last night Penetration played at the Royal Albert Hall with Buzzcocks, but something in me felt that the Betsey Trotwood was just a great place to be on Thursday evening. Bonus of the night was Pauline's daughter Grace meeting one of her heroines: Debsey from The Dollymixture. I'm not sure which of them was more delighted, but it was more cause for celebration, and near the front of the room also sat Gina Birch, Lucy O'Brien and Gaye Black lending a bit more punk power from the female perspective.
There was a great atmosphere: this was Geordies at their very best on a Thursday night in Farringdon, with a smattering of Makkems in the audience too. Three cheers for live music, three cheers for The Betsey Trotwood, but most of all, three cheers for Pauline!

I Bet You That Lady's Wearing A Cardigan

Proper Pauline review later this weekend, but this made me laugh out loud.
Everyone was in their cups last night in the best possible way, and a man came up to us at the door and said that his girlfriend hadn't wanted to see me play.
'I bet you that lady's wearing a cardigan', she had said.
He had persuaded her to come along early enough to see my set, and she had liked it after all.
It's the funniest weird compliment that I've ever had, especially because it was delivered so seriously.

God bless Geordies everywhere!

(I wasn't wearing a cardigan: lovely little review here: https://loudwomen.org/2019/06/21/helen-mccookerybook-live-and-almost-unplugged-the-betsey-trotwood-20-6-19/?fbclid=IwAR1PYeCR5CumjnqM3T4wv-8HN4iIJLyNO6bJUL7gYx7IN3mxh0Pu4c2NgGk ).

From the Servant Jazz Quarters Last Night

This is Emma Deerful, me and Robert Rotifer. What lovely songs; Emma makes chip-tune sounding music out of an obsolete programming language and sings the most beautiful melodies into the resulting soundscapes. It's a complete delight to hear properly crafted songs with such an unusual sonic signature.
Listen here: https://deerful.bandcamp.com
Robert sings about now in the most heartbreaking way. Standing next to some very dear friends from Europe, I could not help crying. He also has the key to the secret chord cupboard, which I am going to borrow when he is looking the other way. Listen here: https://robertrotifer.bandcamp.com
Thank you for coming, friends, and thank you to Ian Button for inviting us all to play.
I don't think I've ever had the opportunity to hear so much amazing music in such a short space of time before. I will try to write more about last weekend's gigs when there's a bit of time off this weekend.
Thanks for the photograph to Mandy Prowse.

Thanks to Gideon Coe Last Night!

Next Gig: Servant Jazz Quarters, Dalston, Wednesday

I'll be playing first and will have copies of the album, badges and things. Here's the ticket link:
https://www.wegottickets.com/event/472560

New Album Out Today!

Out today! Big thanks to Ian Button, Karina Townsend, Gill Wood, Vic Godard, Ruth Tidmarsh, Dave Morgan, Anne Wood, Isobel Reddington and Jane North for their work on this.

Link: https://helenmccookerybook.bandcamp.com/album/green

We were very lucky to have this Dad.

New! Limited Edition Badges and Patches

CD will be available on Monday!
https://helenmccookerybook.bandcamp.com/merch