I sang to gave myself meaning and identity, to heal and speak my truth. 2020. Desperate for identity, belonging, a tribe..I lied, fibbed, made myself
A gruesome carpet, worn bare in the middle with a garish pattern of red, orange, green and god knows what else, the colour of sick, hangover nausea sick.
Early days with the singing. 1960s into the 1970s ‘Who the f☝☞♪ am I?’ (Just to let you know!) I put this Singer’s Tale alongside