“The one thing I always wanted to do, is sing, but I can’t,” I confided in Nick the day we met. “Oh, I can get anyone in a modern day studio and make them sound great,” he claimed . WRONG, not long after we were all celebrating Simon Le Bon’s birthday, when I turned to find Nick gawping at me as we sang Happy Birthday. “You’re right, you can’t sing!” he declared.
From that moment on I was banned from singing in our household. In fairness to Nick, there were a few quickly aborted attempts to sample my voice into his Fairlight, so he could play my voice in tune, but even that failed when I sang in quarter tones much to his dismay. I couldn’t hit a single note.
My fantasy aspirations of being a backing vocalist were rightfully dashed, until early one crisp morning (after clubbing it into the wee hours) nine years later my phone rang. It was Emily Cash inquiring “how would you like to come down to the studio to sing backing vocals on Heard It Through The Grapevine?”
Needless to say, my hangover was quickly forgotten, and an hour later I was hamming it up on stage with Brit rockers FM, singing my little heart out to a live audience! Luckily ” video killed the radio star” by then – it was just for their video promo so we sang to backing tapes, and it didn’t matter how tragic my voice was.
It was my dream come true, thanks to guitarist Andy Barnett who’d befriend Em and husband Pat Cash during one of Pat and John McEnroe’s notorious jam sessions each year before Wimbledon. Thank you for making it happen Emily!