2020. I came into the world during the World War 2. My birth certificate had Carol Higgs. I went to school in Lewisham as Carol Freeman, the name of the man my mother was living with at the time. Later, I found out that I was not Carol Higgs or Carol Freeman.
It would come back to haunt me in later life. Desperate for identity, belonging, a tribe..I had lied, fibbed, made myself up. Pretended I was French or American. I told strangers in pubs and clubs that I was from far away. I discovered, quite by accident, a singing voice. I began to sing as Carol Freeman. But, like the making up of many me’s, I often felt as if I was an imposter. I was a young Mum, with a baby boy, living in the Slums of The Grove, as we called the area then. I was working at night with the band of that time in my life. The Race. People would recognise me in the street now and then. I was claiming the dole. Time to change my name.
Below. The Race at The Marquee in Wardour Street Soho London.
In 1967 I gave myself the Name of Carol Grimes. Why Grimes? Im have no idea where that came from. It was extraordinary, the months and year’s passed, and I became Carol Grimes. I had emotionally shifted. No more lies as to who I was and where I came from. The past, that had clung to like a poisonous skin, was disappearing. I gave myself my own identity. In my mind I had imagined the past coming to haunt me. But Carol Grimes was new. Gone was the name Higgs. Gone was the name Freeman. Who was my Father? No idea. A fresh new page. With a new name. Nobody could find me now.
| Track | Artist | Title | Composer | Producer | Arranger | Rating |
| A | Carol Freeman | The Rolling Sea | D. Sirkett, C. Freeman | Hilton Valentine | Mike Leander | |
| B | Carol Freeman | Leaving You Now | C. Freeman, D. Sirkett | Hilton Valentine | Mike Leander |
A very early interview... a very intense young man.. But we, the band, were thrilled.I don't know how or why he said I was a teacher! Left secondary modern school at 15 with no qualifications. Or maybe I fibbed to appear less of an idiot? Who knows? It was all a very long time ago.
- Arranged By – Mike Leander
- Written By – D. Sirkett
- Written-By – C. Freeman*
- delivered by such a convincing vocal from this solitary 45 artist, we know little or nothing about. A top-notch obscurity with huge …
Age, snags and snaps and suddenly I am an old woman. Oh no! Once upon a time, I was young. It seems to me that time went too fast. Stop. The end. I am slowly dying. Sitting in my pants eating crisps. A world seemingly shooting itself in the foot. A Virus here, a war there, a food a famine. ….nothing has changed.
Extract from The Singers Tale.. 1965.
The city was full of gamblers and losers, pariahs and deludering liars.
The Boss ‘It was always so.’ .. with snort of derision
Nasty Nellie ‘A plague or worms toads and cockroaches upon their heads’
The Boss ‘Above the law, entitled by rank, blood, land and privilege. The Law, entitled by uniform, connections, violence and control. Power, greed and avarice.
When I wrote my book ..The Singers Tale, the section that was 1965 /6/7/8/9, a time when I was in one of my first Bands. The Race. Early days, first steps. We were a 6 piece when these pics were taken. Four men and me. One gay man, two straight men, both white, two black men and me. At that time, it was illegal to be Gay, and there was a so called ‘colour Bar’ in many places. Euston Station being one such place. Although we were doing well on the circuit at the time, we were never signed, with exception of one single for Polydor and then dropped, as we would not play to the Music Business rules of the day. As the years went by, I began to understand. At the time, we were hoping, like other young musicians, for the big break. At this time .. Asquith Xavier, a train guard from Dominica, was refused a transfer from Marylebone Station to Euston because of his colour. Up the road from where we rehearsing, gigging and dreaming.
The family of a black train guard who overturned a racist recruitment policy at Euston railway station in the 1960s has said he has been “omitted” from history lessons. Asquith Xavier won the right to work at the station in 1966, but received hate mail and death threats.
He died too young, and was forgotten, never written about or remembered and celebrated as he should have been. And here we are in 2020? Going backwards? I once heard someone from one of the 2 tone Bands talking on a radio interview about the ground breaking mixed race bands in the UK during the 1980s, the first of a new pioneering radical political breakthrough. As if there had been no mixed Race Bands before them. Not true. There were, but below the radar..in London, Birmingham …all over the place… hidden, and written out of main stream history..so how would they know? Rubbed out like Asquith Xavier. When I went to Memphis in the early 1970s, to record with what was most of Otis Redding’s band, after his death, I was struck how horrendous it had been for them, a mixed Race band in the Racist South of the USA in the 1960s.. I heard some stories…some funny, others not so… amazing band ….Now they were truly pioneering.
Extracts from The Singers Tale.1960s.
The city was full of gamblers and losers, pariahs and deludering liars.
The Boss ‘It was always so.’
With snort of derision
Nasty Nellie ‘A plague or worms toads and cockroaches upon their heads’
The Boss ‘Above the law, entitled by rank, blood, land and privilege. The Law, entitled by uniform connections, violence and control.’
Nasty Nellie ‘Toffs, I hate them,’
She practiced a haughty stares.
A Bridge of Dodgy dealing
1960s and the 1970s The most appalling treachery, heinous crimes and the worst acts of human kind, the dark arts it would seem, alongside this life, the Establishment, the Law, the Police, Politics, the Landed Gentry; yes, those who Lorded it over the Hoi Polloi.
In 1965 being a Homosexual, like abortion, was still illegal.
In 1965 outside of the swinging Chelsea and oh so degenerate Soho, it was something to be careful about, who you knew and who knew you.
The band was changing.
Chris had moved on, the band becoming too electric. Cecil from Nigeria took over the harmonica and they added a Hammond Organ player, Tony. She fell in love with the big rolling sounds that a Hammond and two huge Lesley Speakers could make. She found Brother Jack Mc Duff and bought ‘The Honey dripper’ with tenor saxophonist Jimmy Forrest and guitarist Grant Green, then Brother Jack Meets The Boss. She listened to Jimmy Smith and Great Scot Shirley Scott, a woman on the mighty Organ.
The Boss ‘Wow oh wow. Listen and learn girl. Listen and learn.’
The Race’s first record was coming out in the New Year on Polydor Records ‘You’re Gonna Need Somebody On your Bond.’ woman in Shepherds Bush with a ground floor room for rent, sneering at them. One look at the pregnant girl and she slammed the door as they stood on the steps.
‘I told Snell, no Irish, no children, no coloured’s, no pets.’
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It was less than a decade since Teddy Boys and the African Caribbean’s fought on the streets of The Grove and Notting Hill. People were still saying, ‘No Blacks, no Irish.’
Life remained on the edges of those bad old days in the peeling run down terraces. You still rent cheap rooms in South Ken and Earls Court. The same sadness and despair lay in the basement flats, tenement houses and the tower blocks that had been thrown up in Post War Britain.
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The Bands taken and promoted into the big time were not the mixed race bands from the London of the 1950’s and 60’s, great bands to see live in hot basement clubs, dance Halls and back rooms of Pubs. But in the main, left out in the cold. The Record companies were taking no risks. The Blues and the emerging Physcadelic Bands, then the heavy Rock Bands and the bands in the Grove were to a man, all men. White men. Or bands fronting by the ‘Chick Singer’ backed by the same
The girls simply trailed in their wake wearing lace and long dresses, bells and long tresses, smiling and cooking the brown rice, pouring the herb teas and fucking the boys who would be the Rock Gods, writers, and film makers and shakers. Free love? Right on man and far out. The Race was a Mixed Race Band with a ‘White Chick Singer.’ No one would sign that.
Before I leave. Finding a tribe with pride, eventually I will say ..
I am a musician, I am a Mother, this is how I lived, put food on the table, a roof over our head. A place that was home, with a door and kitchen, a bathroom and bed, with place for treasures found on life’s trails. And along the way I found my family.
And now I am old and the world has gone mad. I am afraid. I am confused. I came in before the 2nd World War had ended. Here on the cusp of 2024, In Folkestone, on the south east coast, priced out of my home town, London. War is raging… all over the world. Governments are becoming extreme and right wing. I fear forn our young and those still to be born.
Some Bands that existed before the late 1970/80s. And had diverse line ups. Below. The Equals, Geno Washington & the Ram Jam Band, Hot Chocolate, Graham Bond Organisation, Georgie Fame. Ram Jam Holder. Root & Jenny Jackson. Many more.
Hi, Great information and a fabulous life story… Can you remember who the ‘D Sirkett’ was that you co-wrote your 60s Polydor 45 with?
Yes, he was David Circuit, Guitar Player with The Race, with me. He lived in London, and sadly, I heard from his brother that he had died. He was also a lover of Fardo music. Thank you so much for looking at me Blog! Happy New year.