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Louise Gray

Tempo / Volume 68 / Issue 269 / July 2014, pp 86 – 88 DOI: 10.1017/S0040298214000205, Published online: 16 June 2014

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“It’s true, mister!” – Mama K’s True Stories

A long time ago when a lot of us worked at City Limits (I was its music editor), I asked Michele Kirsch to write a column for us. She was (and remains) an old and fabulous pal from our NME days and she always told extraordinary stories: about her days in her native NYC, about 1980s downtown, about her life in London, anything was game and everything was strange. She was writing the folk column at CL in those days, too, and we always knew when a story was about to begin because she’d push her typewriter forward and launch into one. “It’s true, mister!” was how they always ended up and they were always hysterical. In fact, that’s become a catchphrase for quite a few people.

The CIty Limits fax machine was on the ground floor and we were on its third floor. Mama Kirsch’s True Stories was a hit from its first week. Each time a new one arrived, a shout would ring out from downstairs: “Mama Kirsch’s in!” and the fax would be passed up the stairs, everyone reading it as it progressed upwards. Deborah Orr, one of the editors, quickly moved the True Stories into the main pages of the mag. The stories were unique: a kind of Cookie Mueller (minus the drugs) for our times. Come to think of it, Michele loved Cookie Mueller.

Things changed. City Limits was fatally wounded by the economic recession in the early 1990s. It was bought out. We all left. We did other things. Many of us have stayed in journalism to the detriment of sanity and income. And Michele Kirsch, after some time away, has resurrected the True Stories. Her WordPress page (see my earlier re-posting) reprints one of the original ones.

Can’t wait for more, and remember, they’re all true.

Find Mama K’s True Stories at: 



A long time ago I slept with the stars, sort of.

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I slept with a bunch of celebs over a long weekend in the 80s.

Well OK, not live in person. 
For one long weekend in the early 80s, I was locked up in a small room in New York’s West Village. The sole furnishings were thousands of back issues of Andy Warhol’s Interview magazine. This was a storage space for unsold copies and my good friend Buzz was squatting in it, his taxi-driver wages not sufficient to cover any sort of rent. It was uninhabitable. He lived there for two years.

It was early on in the Reagan era. We had such a mutual horror of this president and, looking back on it, of life in general, that we decided it might be best to hide away, read poetry and spend any spare money on Valium. It was so easily available on prescription back

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Musicworks: the soundworlds of ‘musician-citizen’ Victor Gama

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Victor Gama playing on the dino, one of his invented instruments. Photo © Rajele SL

Part of my article on the artist, instrument-builder and musician-citizen Victor Gama is out now in the latest issue of Musicworks magazine. Gama, an Angolan-Portuguese artist based near Lisbon, draws no distinction between the fields of the social, myth and the artistic — they are all of one concern. His concept of the musician-citizen is of huge importance for any serious artist.

photo © Victor Gama

Nests built by the sociable weaver birds in the deserts of southern Africa inspired Gama’s two-player instrument, the  toha. Photo © Victor Gama

Get Musicworks‘ Spring 2014 issue for the full article; meanwhile check out the links and videos that Musicworks have included on its online version.

Web links and resources

Victor Gama

Victor Gama’s Tsikaya – Huambo Música Sessions is available now on CD

Metal machine music: Howlround + Oscillatorial Binnage, the Kirkaldy Testing Museum, London


While I’m waiting for my review of Music at Breaking Point to appear in the forthcoming issue of The Wire (December 2013), here are a few photos to whet the appetite of those interested in the audible ghosts of the industrial past. Staged at the former Kirkaldy Testing workshop, a 19th-century example of precision in Victorian industry and now an independent museum, it was part of the 2013 Merge Festival and produced in conjunction with Resonance FM.

And can I also plug Robin The Fog and Chris Weaver’s Howlround’s two site-specific albums, Ghosts of Bush and, released last month, The Secret Sounds of Savamala, in all their strange and wonderful glory. They are the sonic equivalent of Rachel Whiteread’s casts of empty spaces. (Click on the link below to hear a snippet of the Kirkaldy set.)


Note the tin of Fray Bentos steak and kidney pie, which was possibly amplified by the transducers of the Binnage quartet. Or not. The woman in white appeared in a stairwell window and watched Howlround’s set with intense interest. She pressed her hands to the window now and then. She was so still and quiet we wondered if she was a ghost.


By the way, the Testing Museum needs volunteers. Contact them on the link below. You might get to meet longterm volunteer Perry Perrin, the woman we thought was a spectre.

Resonance FM
Howlround’s Secret Songs of Savamala
Howlround live at the museum, 26 September 2013 
Kirkaldy Testing Museum, London

Jack it up (again)

Traxbox: its 16 CDs probably weigh less than a single original Chicago Trax 12-inch record ever did

Traxbox: its 16 CDs probably weigh less than a single original Chicago Trax 12-inch record ever did

My poor postman (it was a man), how he suffered. But what pleasure he brought. Between about 1987 and 1989, large boxes of 12-inch singles would irregularly arrive at my London flat. The postman would stagger up the stairs with each box. They’d been sent by a woman called Judith at Chicago Trax, a record label in – yes, Chicago – and the boxes contained house music from Marshall Jefferson, Frankie Knuckles, Phuture, lots from Robert Owens and so many more. It was acid house and deep house at its most experimental, its most extravagant, its most essential. I loved it and I loved the London DJs, musicians and clubs who played it: Mark Moore, (the late and lamented) Eon (Ian Loveday), Baby Ford, Danny Rampling, Kid Batchelor, Mr C, Shoom, RIP, Hedonism, that place on Sunday nights that Nicky Trax ran in Soho and of which I have momentarily forgotten the name.

Back to Trax: I wondered a little about quality control — some of the discs weighed a ton, as if two blobs of vinyl had been placed on the factory’s pressing plattern instead of one and sometimes the labels weren’t centred, which meant that watching the disc revolve on a turntable was slightly eye-bending. I wrote about this music in The Wire and the NME, City Limits and Soul Underground at a point when many people weren’t writing about it, teasing out the connections between this new electronic music and the earlier experimental work of the (classically trained) musique concrète and minimalist composers.

Fast-forward 25 years and it is with considerable awe that I see that the first 75 of Trax’s singles have been gathered together by Ian Dewhirst at the Demon Music Group in what can only be described as a wonderfully berserk labour of love. The Traxbox has 16 CDs of the stuff, all remastered and no vinyl blobs in sight. Rare records have been traced and everything has been remastered. Oh, and the 100-page booklet reprints reportage and photos from people who were there such as Jazzy M, Judge Jules, Dave Swindells – and me. It’s very nice to see my Soul Underground article reprinted among such names.

Traxbox is out on 30 September 2013.

Jennifer Walshe on the Guinness minimalists, Irish drones…

Image… and other surprises. My profile of the London-based composer prankster is in the latest issue of Musicworks. It’s all fun but there is an inventive seriousness behind the artist’s fictions.

Photo © Blackie Bouffant