This is a bit of a higgledy-piggledy collection of experiments in home recording
during my time living in Croydon in the mid-1980s, with fairly basic recording equipment.
In 1984, having bought the "first dedicated music computer", I persuaded Thea &
Karen, 2 work colleagues, to come and sing some cover versions -Fool - Will You?
-Top of the World. Karen also kindly provided various squeals & whoops on Woodlands.
Other songs here include ones that didn't really feel suitable for Bad Tune Men,
so I recorded them by myself.
Composers: All songs written by Ed Hooke except:
“Fool“ - Sigmund & Last
“Will You? “ -Hazel O'Connor
“Top of the World” -Richard & Karen Carpenter
“Because You're Frightened" - Howard Devoto/Barry Adamson/John Doyle/Dave Formula/John
“Grouch” - Ed Hooke & David Leak
Guest appearances :
Thea Hamilton - vocals on "Fool" and "Top of the World"
Karen Bradford - vocals on "Will You?" and "Woodlands"
Milk in my egg. A sidecar's orange-tinted window. Glass hospital doors but there's no
Mockery as needed as the hole in my head that caused it. Brickfield
Road. Feed the chickens and put the tail on the donkey.
Green grow the rushes on the
Beaulieu coach. Her name was Becky and she never looked my way. Grown up, rolled up
in black curtains. The King of the Thing and a week in France.
Free tickets at Aldershot. Raby
Road and saliva on my long blue coat. Down to the station in a Bournemouth police van.
Thursday follows Wednesday - and a Black Heart. Barons and beetles and fascists and
Jews. A left foot volley at the Sports Centre. Examinations fucked. Up to the office
in Portsmouth Road.
An ocean in my sleeping bag. Leaping the wire fence - your bloody
Uncle Solomon arrived at West Meon.
Gorse bushes look across Poole Bay. Dinner in a fridge at Stoke Clump.
rain. Lyndhurst frost and trees. A man on the loose. Loose connections on batteries. Locked
out of the car - you should be running the world! - maybe you are. .
Toodeloo to peace and love. We had a laugh - well, that was what you wanted, wasn't
Come and play my synthesiser. Pull these strings & stick the metal disks onto the heads
these days I'm up at the Manor House. Cathy's letter in the top drawer with the others. Down
to Stockwell tube again. There's vomit in my sink.
This wasn't meant to be a poem, or
a work of art - just a list of photographs in my mind.
The list is incomplete. The show could go on forever - and it probably will.
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Composer: Ed Hooke Date of Composition/Copyright: 1983 Date of Recording: 1984
Commentary Written in April 1983 while living in a bedsit in Manor House, North London.
A retrospective on my near-21 years of life up to that point through a series of
'photographs', starting from my earliest childhood memories, working through middle
(primary) school. grammar (secondary) school, my early days of travelling to support
Hartlepool United FC, backpacking around Hampshire and Dorset, late teenage friendships
and early work experiences, leaving Southampton behind and finishing with my first
couple of months in London ("these days I'm up at the Manor House").
Do you know resentment since there is no reason why? and do you know fear, for there
is so much that isn't known yet? 'Cause if you do, it doesn't show. Inspired by your
example I will do my best to sing along - perhaps to guide the way. You can do it.
Yes you can!
You just have to believe, for there's a song to sing and you must sing
it. You just have to believe. We each have one life only so love the life that you
Sometimes we seem as frail as candles in the breeze. One moment proud and strong,
the next extinguished with ease. But unlike candles, we can fight - help Destiny to
get it right. Mountain moving is not my scene, but I believe in you and we will help
to pull you through.
When I think of you, I see a brave young angel, strong enough
to win through. If you should think of me, I could not hope for more than parity.
Despair should call, ignore his teeth; you can remove them all. We can turn the tide,
be patient and determined. Time is on our side.
Father did the house up. It's not enough. His sense of humour helps - but it gets on
his daughter's nerves.
Mother's at her wits' end. He's so untidy! She used to say she loved him. Now they just
live for the kids & Jesus.
Brother's gone away to London town to seek his fame and
fortune. His feet are two feet off the ground.
Sister's still at home on a secretarial course - another female cul-de-sac? Does she
feel there's something more?
So where do I fit in? 'Cause I don't think I do. And I
don't want to play happy families.
Commentary Written for Lynne C who was seriously ill at the time I first got to know
her. She was trained as a children's dentist ("if Despair should call, ignore his
teeth - you can remove them all"). And we did turn the tide, didn't we, Lynne?
Composer: Ed Hooke Date of Composition/Copyright: 1985 Date of Recording: 1985 Written
for: Lynne C