Commemorating and celebrating some late, great women musicians, mourned and missed
Guitarist, London Women’s Liberation Rock Band
1962 ~ 2010
1958 ~ 2001
To read a tribute to Bernice written for her funeral by her sister Deirdre, please click here: Bernice Kathleen Cartwright ~ and click here to see Bernice Cartwright’s obituary from the Richmond & Twickenham Times
1955 ~ 2005
Lottie & Ada, Caroline Gilfillan Band
To read a tribute to Dinah from her sister Cathy, click tribute to Dinah from Camden School magazine
Saxophonist, Passing Faze
1957 ~ 2000
Singer, pianist, Jam Today, One Night Stand, Passing Faze
‘Straight Down the Line’
Musician and composer
3rd March 1951 – 18 September 2013
Guardian obituary: http://www.theguardian.com/music/2013/sep/24/lindsay-cooper
For a personal tribute to Lindsay written for the WLMA by her friend and musical collaborator Maggie Nicols, please see our October, 2013, post on http://womensliberationmusicarchive.co.uk/blog-posts/
A four-hour tribute to Lindsay based around an interview she recorded with Val Wilmer in 1992, interspersed with music from her remarkable career, compiled by Matthew Watkins, can be heard on http://canterburywithoutborders.blogspot.com/2013/10/episode-8.html
Donations in Lindsay’s name may be sent to The Royal Society of Musicians of Great Britain
Pauline Channing 1960 – 2010
PAULINE CHANNING: A matter of life and death
Pauline was playful, warm, sexy, intelligent, talented and funny. She was a creature of light in many ways yet also drawn to darkness. This contradiction in herself expressed itself creatively yet it also led to self-destructiveness. She was a complex character, having an instinctive spirituality yet also intense physicality. She loved to make yet also to break. She nurtured and punished in equal measure – herself and her lovers. She was always loyal to her friends.
She was fascinated by what she couldn’t ‘capture’, the foreign, the strange, the un-definable, the absent, the infinite. The latter often led to an obsession with death. Both mentally (not fearing it) and physically (courting it). She regarded death a natural continuity of life. An inseparable unity in fact. And she would be calm about this, philosophical. Life and death = Pauline. She was playing with this from the moment she could walk, as she would proudly declare. Her very first memory was of her running right into the sea, at a moment when her parents’ attention was elsewhere, and nearly drowning…Pleasure and danger defined her from day one.
Her desire for life would come into some of her songs, as in her most optimistic one ‘It’s coming’: “It’s coming/Can you feel it?/As you love and lie with me?/As you love alone/Inside you/A new freedom/bringing movement to the mind/like a raging storm(…)And the hardest chains to break/are the ones I had to make!”
And in ‘Save my life’: “Save my life/set me free/take my eyes/make them see/take my hands/make them feel/take it all/make it real(…)And I’d love you very much/would mean an awful lot to me/if in the silence and the dark/I begun to feel and see.”
And in ‘Why can’t I see you’: “I run to all doors/and I question this living/but I wait for a sign/something to believe in.”
While her inner conflicts would become more manifest in other songs such as: ‘See my love’: “You’ve often looked/into my face before/but you’ll never see/who you are looking for/This same old demon/with her evil ways/dark and destructive/like our nights and days.”
And in ‘Valentine’: “(…) I’ve seen you shine, but you’re better in fantasy/here in my mind where violent whims reign free.”
And in ‘Let me out of here’: “Life is a terminal disease/and loving seems a temporary pleasure/sometimes I feel so very ill at ease/reality seems such a drastic measure(…)Just pills and potions fill my hands/and I don’t enact those facts of mean and measure.”
She was indeed ill at ease with reality often and found it hard to bear, having battled from a very young age with bulimia, anorexia, drug addiction and alcoholism but finding refuge in music, her love of women and nature. Playing music and being in love/having sex/walking in forest-y parks was when she was the most alive. And playing with/taking care of her adored Samoyed dogs.
I often wondered but never got an answer as to why such a beautiful human being would become so drawn to darkness. Perhaps these opposites within her were too much to bear? Too much light, too much darkness and a child at heart – how does one cope with this?
Often I thought that it was all a hide-and-seek game, something playful and creative and very seductive…
Other times, I thought it had something to do with her class. Coming from a working class background (of which she was proud), her parents ‘had risen’ to/and were living a middle class lifestyle (which she hated).
Sometimes, I wondered how she would be if she lived in a Mediterranean country, without all the London stress. Like fish in or out of water? I also wondered, had she gone to University, would it have made a difference to how she viewed the world? Would it have given her more armoury to deal with reality’s blows?
She just about finished school, running away from home while still an adolescent to freely live her first love with another girl. It was an intense love affair, as all of her love affairs were. She learned the skills of and worked as a carpenter and teaching adults with learning difficulties, something she did for years. She absolutely loved doing that. She didn’t just teach carpenting skills but ‘people’ and ‘love’ skills. Students prone to outbursts of irrational rage would calm down in her presence.
She did have a serene presence, even though at times it felt as if there was something ready to explode underneath. And sometimes it did.
Her incredibly strong voice belied her demure exterior.
She was also an extremely skillful painter and decorator.
She loved markets and ‘people’s’ cafes (hating the ‘trendy’ ones). Ridley Rd and Chapel Street markets were her favourites.
She could draw very well and nearly got into St Martin’s Art School.
She once wrote a novel, which she never sent to any publisher.
She loved risk and danger.
She loved pushing boundaries – mentally, sexually, creatively.
She had lots of style.
She was charismatic.
She was very tender.
She had a sharp mind.
She had the most piercing blue eyes.
She had many lovers (both in reality and in fantasy).
She wrote powerful songs, performed in many London venues, loved deeply, lived intensely, died early.
– Nina Rapi, January 2016
1957 ~ 2011
1933 ~ 1996
‘… with her spectacular piano playing … Ramona amazed everyone who heard her: according to veteran trumpeter Reg Service, who worked with her in The Mike Daniels Big Band, she played “just like Oscar Peterson”.’ ~ (c) Val Wilmer, ‘The Wire’ Issue 331, September 2011
Lottie & Ada