It has been a lifetime of music. From the age of 14, I was performing professionally with my Dad.
I remember my first gig like it was yesterday. I was still at College and the thrill of being around Mum and Dad’s friends, alcohol and their one goal ‘to party’ was super exciting for a ‘well brought up’ teenager.
Ever since I was little, I’d always been fascinated by the ‘resonance’ that is created when you sing into wine glasses, big bathrooms or any kind of empty vessel. I know, it’s not a normal young girl’s favourite past-time! But I’d spend hours singing into wine glasses, making up songs and melodies just so I could hear that resonance – that sibilance.
Dad’s band and I had rehearsed. I had practised the melody, memorised my lyrics and I was ready to debut my voice. I was made up like Joan Collins. I got up on stage and sang my one song.
To hear the sound of my voice through a microphone and speakers, I thought I had died and gone to heaven. I recall sitting back down afterwards, in front of the stage, desperately wanting to get back up again. I was so excited.