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Why sometimes you should talk to strangers (and how I discovered Phyllis Hyman)

In years gone by I have had something of a reputation amongst friends for having a low-pass filter when it came to talking to complete strangers and giving them the time of day.  

There was the bar crawl whilst on holiday in Lisbon that started off as four of us and gradually expanded to a lively motley crew containing Germans, Finns, Norwegians, a Tunisian and um, a group of guys and girls from Stoke, as we incorporated new people into our group with every establishment we visited.  There was the 50-something woman I got chatting to in a casino in Cardiff after a Tom Jones concert and who then somehow found my phone number the day next and called, eager to introduce me to her friends and her daughter.  At Glastonbury 2010 (one of the warmest festivals on record), we made friends with the people camping next to us in the Dairy Ground campsite and many years later I would end up becoming one of their neighbours in Brixton and we would subsequently form a folk duo.  In 2012, we would go on to perform three songs at a humanist baby blessing ceremony at the West London home of Countryfile presenter Julia Bradbury but that’s another story.  

My beloved Sharon Jones t- shirt; the same one that triggered the chance late night Brixton Road conversation that led me to discovering Phyllis Hyman’s music.

Then there was the time that I was supervising a group of teenage Kazakh, Polish, Spanish and Turkish students on a day trip to London, whilst working for the summer at a language school in Southampton.  The students were visiting the UK for a few months in order to improve their English skills and we had taken the train to London, visiting sites such as the V&A Museum and London Eye.  We had taken a breather and stopped for a spot of lunch by the wooden replica of Sir Francis Drake’s galleon, The Golden Hind on South Bank, just along from the Tate Modern.  

The kids all seemed happy enough and were tucking into their Pret sandwiches so I popped on the earphones of my iPod and had a few minutes to myself, ahead of a hectic afternoon of herding 25 students around Central London.  A homeless person emerged from around the corner clutching a can of Diamond White cider and asked what I was listening to.  I told him (it was August 2007 so it would most likely have been The Rakes’ second album or The Clash-sampling ‘Paper Planes’ by M.I.A.) and he then asked if it would also be possible for him to listen too?  I didn’t see the harm in it at the time so handed him one of the white iPod earphones which he placed into the recesses of his ear and we sat side-by-side for a minute or so, digesting the sounds of Mick Jones’ guitar before we exchanged a handshake and he went on his way.  The man didn’t seem in the greatest health so I thought it was the least I could do if it brightened up his day a bit.

Fast forward to July 2018 and it’s the day before my friends Emily and Matt’s wedding.  I had been out for the evening in Oval, Stockwell and then for a nightcap at the Three Eight Four cocktail bar on Coldharbour Lane, Brixton (a bar so achingly hip it has metal shopping baskets filled with light bulbs fastened to the walls for low-lit ambience).  I had decided to call it a night around 2am and said goodbye to a friend at Brixton tube station.

As I walked back up along the main road to my flat on Brixton Hill, an ever-so-slightly merry man stopped me;

“Yes mate!  Wicked t-shirt!”

I was wearing my prized ‘Make America Dance Again’ t-shirt in honour of the late, great soul singer Sharon Jones (now sadly fading and yellowing around the edges – a little like its owner). 

“I have a question for you”, continued my new acquaintance.

“Oh yeah?”; I replied cautiously.  Even though I have never felt unsafe at night in Brixton, it’s sensible to keep your wits about you at 2 o’clock in the morning. 

“Who do you think is the greatest female soul singer of all-time?” 

“Hmm…”  I thought about it for a moment and replied; “Aretha Franklin”

“Ahh, Areeethaa!  I hadn’t thought of her!”.  The topic had clearly been weighing on his mind for some time. 

Whilst the man seemed to agree with me; he also urged me to listen to another female soul singer he loved:

“Phyllis Hyman!  She had an amazing voice!” 

He even spelled out her name for me and enthusiastically encouraged me to check out some of her music.  I had never heard her name before but was now suitably intrigued. 

The conversation ended with a warm handshake and the Phyllis Hyman acolyte shouting “You’re a starboy!” (a term of endearment in Jamaican patois) as we headed off in opposite directions along Brixton Road.

I made it home and although I had a Saturday of wedding festivities ahead of me the following day, I quickly searched for ‘Phyllis Hyman’ and listened to a few of her songs.  Much to my pleasure, the man had been right and Phyllis Hyman did have an amazing voice.  I recognised her 1979 disco track ‘You Know How To Love Me’ but she also had a number of deeper, soulful ballads including ‘Old Friend and ‘Living All Alone’

Phyllis Hyman 

Over the next few weeks I began reading about Phyllis and finding out more about her background and her music.  She had been raised in Philadelphia and was part of the early Philly Soul scene before moving to New York in the mid-70s where she initially sang with jazz saxophonist Pharoah Sanders and The Fatback Band (known for their brilliant 1983 hit ‘I Found Lovin’), before releasing her debut album Phyllis Hyman in 1977 on Buddah Records – a label whose heritage she shared with the likes of Chic, Gladys Knight & The Pips, Curtis Mayfield and Bill Withers.

Hyman was well-known for her vivacious and at times, confrontational personality – she had been known to single out audience members if they were talking or on the phone during her performances.  As well as her recording career, she also performed in various Broadway musicals (including over 700 performances in the Duke Ellington tribute Sophisticated Ladies) and starred in several films.  She even recorded the signature track for the 1983 James Bond film Never Say Never Again, although the song was eventually shelved due to an authorship dispute.

After Buddah was acquired by Arista Records in the late 1970s, Hyman endured a tempestuous working relationship with Arista founder and notorious music industry mogul Clive Davis.  Phyllis felt that Davis did not understand her as an artist and was trying to strip her of her identity and market her incorrectly.  It was during this period that Hyman’s issues with substance abuse and food addiction became more serious and she was later diagnosed with bipolar disorder.  

In the mid-80s, Phyllis found a new lease of life after finally breaking free from her contract with Arista and began releasing music on Kenny Gamble and Leon Huff’s hallowed Philadelphia International label.  She also enjoyed a fruitful musical partnership with Gamble & Huff songwriters and producers Thom Bell and Linda Creed; most notably on Creed’s song ‘Old Friend’.  This was the final song that Creed would write before her death from breast cancer in 1986 at the age of 37.  Hyman, someone who felt the highs and lows of life very deeply, loved the song but found it extremely difficult to sing live and would frequently break down in tears onstage whilst performing it. 

Phyllis Hyman talking about ‘Old Friend’ in 1987

In 1991, Phyllis Hyman released her eighth studio album; In The Prime of My Life on Philadelphia International.  The album was her most successful yet and included the hit single ‘Don’t Wanna Change The World’ which reached the Billboard Top 100 and the top spot in the R&B chart.  The album spawned three further singles but it was sadly the last to be released during Phyllis’ lifetime.

Phyllis’ dependency on alcohol, cocaine and food continued into the mid-‘90s and she was hit hard by the deaths of both her grandmother and mother in 1993.  The people closest to her have spoken about how her moods became even more erratic and on 30th June 1995, after one previous failed suicide bid, she overdosed on a mixture of pentobarbital, secobarbital and vodka and was found unconscious in her West 56th Street apartment.  She died later that same day at St. Luke’s Roosevelt Hospital in New York – a week before her 46th birthday.  Her manager Glenda Gracia spoke of having a “sinking feeling” during this time and her sister Ann claimed in the TV One ‘Unsung’ documentary that she was “shocked, but not surprised”.  

Phyllis had been due to perform at the Apollo Theater in Harlem that very evening as part of the 30th anniversary celebrations of the US R&B vocal group The Whispers.  The members of The Whispers were distraught and felt the show should be cancelled out of respect.  However, it was Phyllis’ backing band who insisted that the show should continue as it would have been what she would have wanted.  The show went ahead as planned and became an emotional celebration of both The Whispers and Hyman’s music. 

So, here’s to the kindness of strangers and the music of Phyllis Hyman.  Phyllis may have lived a somewhat tragic life but she had an immense talent that spanned the worlds of music, theatre, film and fashion.  Just think; if I had ignored that bloke on Brixton Road in the early hours of 28th July 2018 and walked straight past him up the hill, I would have never discovered her music.

Phyllis Hyman; some starting points

‘You Know How To Love Me’ (1979)

A disco-era classic and Hyman’s most-instantly recognisable song.  Although Phyllis was “never a huge seller”, this has now had nearly 4 million streams on Spotify alone and has been covered in later years by Robin S and Lisa Stansfield.  The original featured backing vocals from one Gwen Guthrie who would go on to have a Top 5 hit single in the UK with ‘Ain’t Nothin’ Goin’ On but the Rent’ in 1986.

‘Don’t Wanna Change The World’ (1991)

A comeback single of sorts, ‘Don’t Wanna Change The World’ was Phyllis’ biggest-selling single.  A prime slice of smooth, early 1990s R&B, this spent a week at Number One in the US R&B chart in 1991.

‘Old Friend’ (1986)

Written by the late Linda Creed and produced by Thom Bell, this was one of Phyllis’ favourite songs, despite finding it a very emotional number to sing.  The recording was one of her first for her new record label, Gamble & Huff’s Philadelphia International.

‘Living All Alone’ (1986)

Taken from the album of the same name, ‘Living All Alone’ is a deeply-affecting ballad and became one of Hyman’s best-known songs.  Although not written by Hyman herself, the lyrics rang true for some elements of her own life.  

‘Suddenly’ (with The Whispers – 1984)

Taken from The Whispers’ 1984 album So Good.  This is the only recording of Hyman and The Whispers together – the group she was set to perform at the Apollo Theater with on the evening of her death. 

David Bowie; Our Brixton Boy

Five years ago today it was 10th January 2016.  It was a Monday and I woke up groggily at 6.50am to get ready for work.  The first sign that this was to be no ordinary Monday was upon checking Twitter.  I spotted that my friend Faye (also, the former singer in my old band) had tweeted a link to the David Bowie song ‘Kooks’.  After subsequently checking BBC News and switching on the radio, it became quickly apparent that Bowie had passed away – just two days after his 69th birthday and also, the date of the secretive release of his Blackstar album.

The Ritzy Cinema, Windrush Square, Brixton. 10th January 2016.

Now, far more erudite and esteemed music writers than myself have enthusiastically eulogised about Bowie, his work and his enduring influence.  I am not about to do the same.  Indeed, as we commemorate the fifth anniversary of his death, there are countless documentaries and radio specials airing and social media is already buzzing with all things Bowie.  However, put simply, Bowie was and still is a cultural icon.  A musical and stylistic chameleon who seemingly had numerous careers and personas rolled into just the one life.  He was a shapeshifter with his sound initially embracing ‘60s beat-pop and glam rock, then leaning towards minimal post-punk, art rock, soulful Americana and disco, whilst in the later stages of his career, exploring the more obscure genres he loved such as drum and bass, industrial metal and experimental jazz.

However, rather than writing about Bowie’s music, I’d rather recall that highly unusual and symbolic day in January 2016.  At the time, I happened to be living at 176 Stockwell Road, a stone’s throw away from Brixton Academy and the Brixton Bowls skatepark.  More notably, it was around the corner from 40 Stansfield Road where Bowie had been born on 8th January 1947.  I had already seen several TV crews turning into the road from my kitchen window that morning and when I walked past on my way to work at 8.15am there was already a pile of flowers outside the house, as well as several reporters and grieving fans.  

Reporters and fans beginning to gather outside 40 Stansfield Road on 10th January 2016. 8.15am.

Bowie had lived at the house for the first six years of his life and attended Stockwell Primary School (coincidentally, also my nearest polling station on voting day).  Although the family moved to Bickley in Bromley when Bowie was six years old, he had apparently always had a soft spot for Brixton and even made a covert return visit to 40 Stansfield Road during the final years of his life.  I would have had quite the shock if I had bumped into him on an afternoon jog. 

I was working for a music PR agency based near St. James’s Park – one whose biggest client was arguably the only living musical artist whose profile and reputation could rival Bowie’s.  I had only been listening to David’s Nile Rodgers-produced Let’s Dance album at my desk the Friday before his death and I was now catching drift of a huge street party being hastily arranged in Brixton for that very evening.

A night out on a Monday evening is never ideal but this felt like something we simply had to be a part of.  A few WhatsApps later and I had arranged to meet my friends Mark, Vicki (the current singer in my group) and Scott that evening for the Bowie Party.  

By 7pm Brixton was absolutely teeming.  It’s always a lively part of South London but Bowie’s fans were out in force in their thousands.  The 2013 mural of Bowie during his Aladdin Insane period on the wall of the Morley’s department store by the Australian artist James Cochran had become a great shrine with pile upon pile of flowers, candles and letters.  The Ritzy cinema had changed its listings board to read ‘David Bowie; Our Brixton Boy RIP’ and Windrush Square in front of it was packed with fans of all ages, shapes and sizes.  We grabbed drinks from the off-licence next to McDonald’s on Brixton Road and joined the assembled throng with ‘Suffragette City’ blaring from a makeshift soundsystem placed in the middle of the square.  

The ‘Bowie mural’, Brixton Road. The mural now has protected status and a plastic cover.

The atmosphere in Windrush Square that evening could only be described as carnival-like.  There was a sense of disbelief that Bowie was dead so soon after the release of Blackstar and with no media reports circulating about his illness.  However, despite Bowie not being that old when he died, this was a pure celebration of his life.  His music continued to pump out of the outdoor speakers and the crowd steadily grew with some estimates putting the number of attendees to 10,000.  Press photographers scurried around, frantically capturing images for the next day’s papers. 

The surreal scenes in Brixton on the evening of 10th January 2016.

With the crowd continuing to swell, we decamped to the Prince of Wales pub on Coldharbour Lane where the DJ was spinning, you-guessed-it, Bowie songs all evening.  The party atmosphere continued long into the night with strangers mingling and sharing their favourite Bowie memories; as one reveller put it; “it’s what he would have wanted.”

After deciding to call it a night, we headed home via Bowie’s former house at 40 Stansfield Road, SW9.  Despite it being past 1am, the place was still a hive of activity, although the mood was more sombre than in Windrush Square.  Several dedicated fans had lit candles, taped handwritten notes to the house’s wall and were holding an all-night vigil in honour of their idol.  We stopped for a few minutes to talk to them and I was struck by how calm and dignified they seemed.  They simply felt it was their duty to be here on this sad, yet historic day.

40 Stansfield Road, Brixton in the early hours of 11th January 2016.

I said goodbye to my friends and finally got back to my flat around 1.30am.  I put on my favourite Bowie album Low and finished the evening lying on my back between the two speakers with my eyes closed listening to the glacial, icy synths of ‘Warszawa’ and ‘Art Decade’, processing the events of the day.

Here’s to us all being a bit more like Bowie in 2021. 

The Year of the Live Music Vacuum

For the past 20 years, live music has been a massive part of my life.  The date of my first-ever gig will be forever etched in my memory; 30th March 2001 and my favourite Welsh political provocateurs Manic Street Preachers at Brixton Academy, South London.  Many years later and I would be able to watch roadies loading bands’ equipment in and out of the very same venue from my flat’s kitchen window on the opposite side of Stockwell Road.  I have also now gone on to see the Manics some 22 times…  

Ever since that day in 2001, I’ve been hooked, whether it’s seeing an emerging artist play a dingy pub in Camden, a DJ at a warehouse party in Hackney Wick, an established band road-testing new material in a mid-sized 1930s art deco theatre or a huge act playing a headline festival or shiny arena show, with the lavish production to match.  Pre-Covid in London I would average a gig a week and tracking down the best places for music is often one of the first things I do when I arrive in a new city.

The Manics on another occasion, this time at Wembley Arena. May 2018.

From a personal perspective, I have played over 300 gigs as a musician, firstly as a member of The Immediate The Shake The Screenbeats and in more recent years as part of a low-key folk duo, inventively named Clive & Vicki.  Most of the venues we’ve played have been part of the well-trodden and affectionately-named ‘toilet circuit’; small capacity and mostly independently-owned venues that aren’t necessarily glamorous but are an essential part of the music ecosystem.  It’s become a clichéd saying but without these places there would be no future Glastonbury or Coachella headliners.  For a couple of years, I worked managing music partnerships for the Tennessee whiskey brand Jack Daniel’s and in particular running an initiative designed to champion these independent small venues.  To represent and deal with such treasured haunts as The Joiners in Southampton, The George Tavern in East London, The Zanzibar in Liverpool and Glasgow’s King Tut’s was a real honour.  It remains an unrealised ambition of mine, to one day open a small venue dedicated to emerging artists.

Clockwise (from top left); 1.) The Screenbeats, The Dublin Castle, Camden. August 2007. 2.) Supporting Milburn at The Charlotte, Leicester. July 2006. 3.) Clive & Vicki expanded to become ‘OCDC’ at the Heavenly Social, W1. March 2018. 4.) Clwb Ifor Bach, Cardiff. May 2007. 5.) The Colony Club, Newbury. December 2003.

2020 has clearly been devastating for the live music industry worldwide.  Not only have countless venues been forced to close their doors with their outgoings far outweighing their income but the impact of the pandemic has affected staff across the board from promoters and tour managers to security, lighting and sound technicians to bar staff and cloakroom attendants. In the UK, the team at the Music Venue Trust charity does a fantastic job of supporting these venues and you can find out what you can do to contribute during this difficult time at their Save Our Venues page.  There’s a great range of merch available to buy from venues across the country and the proceeds go directly to them. 

In Italy, like most of Europe, live shows were immediately halted in early March as the Coronavirus crisis started to quickly worsen.  However, unlike the UK, live music slowly started making a gradual reappearance in the early summer.  The first post-lockdown gig I went to was at the Palazzo Pesce in Mola di Bari in June.  Entry times for the audience were staggered, capacity reduced by half, temperature checks mandatory on the door and every audience member had to provide their contact details upon arrival.  It was definitely a strange experience but joyous to actually see musicians performing live again in person.  

I’ve been very lucky to still manage to see a reasonable number of gigs over the past year in Italy – both before and after the initial lockdown.  Aside from one or two better-known names, most of the acts have been either emerging or just pretty obscure. In my next post will be a rundown of my musical highlights, plus links to how you can find out more about the artists and venues in question if you haven’t heard of them before.  

Expect the eclectic.

In the meantime, you can support musicians and those working in the live music industry during the pandemic crisis by contributing or referring friends or colleagues to the organisations below.

Music Venue Trust

Save Our Venues

Help Musicians

The Musicians’ Union