Sick of being the only grey-tinged gal amid an ocean of bald blokes at gigs, Vicky Lindsay Warburton decided to start holding her own. Kind of. Grab your utensils and get ready to mosh not mash.
Easter has almost cracked open. In the Warburton kitchen this spring the main rebirths on the agenda are balls and birds. That’s footballs and feathered friends not testicles and lasses. A time of new beginnings, eggs and life, the main theme is to be reborn (but really it’s chocolate). The kitchen doors are flung open to welcome in the daylight – all weather counts here – then closed rapidly as it’s freezing.
Spring marks the thud, thud, thud, on various walls and windows. Ball harmonises with eternal birdsong. My kitchen is visually free of children but they speak via the internal wall melody. As the boy-lamb’s legs grow more powerful each year, the power of the thwack increases. It’s now pneumatic.
Who doesn’t love birdsong? But where are all these fucking birds? They’re like the Resistance. Glimpses of the mutant metre-tall woodpigeons (who MUST sleep in a bed) are few and far between.
The chorus all fire up at dawn’s crack and may as well be on my pillow, given that we sleep in the attic. Our randy baritone woodpigeons have been shagging again, their chicks soon to add to the furore while breakfasting before ours has begun.
Squinting at the light, these feathered tunes have accompanied the wall chords and birdsong thus far.
Ride’s debut album Nowhere was an all-time shoegaze classic. Comprising four friends Andy Bell (lead guitar), Mark Gardener (guitar and vocals), drummer Loz Colbert and bassist Steve Queralt, these floppy-fringed indie pinups formed in Oxford in 1988. The release of their first two albums caused a rapid rise to success as the wave of sound from these pied pipers attracted indie kids far and wide.
The release of their fourth album Tarantula marked the end. Creative fractures resulted in Gardener and Bell having separate sides of the album allocated to them, a far cry from the communal process of their early days.
Gardener quit the band; Bell became an Oasis guitarist and then part of Beady Eye. Colbert wound up in the reformed Jesus and The Mary Chain.
The band reunited in 2015 and took to the road, swept fringes replaced by hats covering reduced locks. Outstanding gig reviews. Thrilled fans. But the boiling hot news in my kitchen is that a new Ride record is imminent: this summer’s LP Weather Diaries.
Seagull is their opener off Nowhere. It craps all over everything in its path. Eyes down.
Jealous of the Birds is the work of singer-songwriter Naomi Hamilton. Parma Violets is her wonderful debut featuring a couple of exceptional tracks, including Miss Misanthrope and Goji Berry Sunset. This young poet is gradually spreading her wings away from her home in Portadown, Northern Ireland, and her self-referential lyrics, layered vocals and skilful guitar are gathering her supportive listeners.
Jealous of the Birds is described as “lo-fi bedroom indie-folk sprinkled with grunge and post punk.” Whatever you want to call it, it gets my wings flapping. Hamilton’s delicate voice takes flight, drawing you into beautifully crafted lyrics. Fuck The Voice – Hamilton’s the full package.
The Eagles have been stashed in my deep freeze under the header ‘music legends’. This month they have been released to take their country rock for a flight around the kitchen. Formed in 1971, the LA band are one of the bestselling groups of all time. Take it Easy featured on their debut album Eagles (1972) and it is some debut.
Glenn Frey (golden eagle) lived in LA, above Jackson Browne, who had started writing his first album. Frey couldn’t hear Browne’s balls slapping against the wall but he could hear his piano.
Take It Easy was Browne’s song but he couldn’t finish it; constant practising and repetition through the walls taught Frey how to compose. He finished Take It Easy and it became the first single for his new band The Eagles. Browne is named in the credits.
The band split in 1980, and the two-part documentary The History of the Eagles is a powerful account of the infighting, back-stabbing and drug-fuelled carnage. And still fans flock to Winslow Arizona just to stand on THAT corner. FACT.
Take it easy out there, pardners.
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Vicky is reintegrating back into society as her children are now in school. She teaches mindfulness to teenagers, wears trainers and paddles through the nonsense of life.