(I didn't mean for this to also be a really long post. sorry in advance.)
Hey, if any of you like a good, fun read. Let me tell you about my favourite book. I saw it advertised in a Sunday supplement in 1999 and bought it on a whim.
Essentially it's a true story about a geeky, awkward girl from New York, in the 70s. She was into stuff like Bowie and Zappa and somehow got into the Bay City Rollers, despite being hugely embarrassed by her absolute love for them!
It chronicles her years as an obsessed (older) fan, in what she describes as her "tragic love affair" with the Bay City Rollers.
Now, I'm too young to remember the band, although I was aware of them, but it didn't matter. The fandom, the story of obsession and unrequited love with your favourite band member really hit a (good) nerve with me.
I got butterflies reading how she got butterflies from seeing a glimpse of them at the hotel after the gig, how she was heartbroken when the object of her affection was rude to her, the friendships she made with other fans and buying tickets for multiple dates on tours, pissing off her mum and even visiting a penpal in the UK.
God, it's a brilliant book. I've read it loads, currently reading it again. It's called
Bye Bye Baby, by Caroline Sullivan.
Then, in a massively
weird twist of fate. In 1999, the same year I bought and read that book. That lovely MSP press officer invited Toni and I to a planned Manics press conference at the Cardiff Millennium stadium, we only did a fanzine, so was sweet of him to invite us. Toni couldn't go, but I could, and the record company put me and the journalists on a coach from London to Cardiff.
Manics announced at the conference that they were doing a millennium gig, I even stood up and asked a question, despite my 22 year-old knees knocking!
After the conference, there was food and drink served before the coach went back to London and because I wanted to work in the media, I did a bit of informal networking / brain-picking.
One of the people I met was a journalist for a broadsheet, she did the music column. She was from America, really lovely and when I told her my dreams, she told me never to give up, or think I'm not good enough. She was so lovely and encouraging.
Anyway, a few years later I dug out Bye Bye Baby, as I'd not read it since I'd bought it.
I got to the end and it had a bit about the author. Turns out the author moved to the UK and became a music journalist. Feeling this was a bit oddly familiar sounding, I looked up the author (on fucking Ask Jeeves or something!
) and fuck me, it was the lovely woman I met at the Manics gig in 1999!
How friggin' crazy is that? I was quite freaked out in fact.
Anyway, I didn't give up. And although I started late, I've presented my own radio show on a regional station for 7 years, started a new show on a different local station last year, I also have a monthly music column in a local magazine. All part-time.
I know it's not 6Music, or NME, but I get into gigs for free, get backstage passes for festivals, I interview bands (including some of my heroes) and I just love presenting and writing.
They are side gigs, as I work full-time and pay my mortgage from a career in PR and Communications. Which has some great synergies, such as writing, doing podcasts, interviews etc.
I'd love to do radio full-time, it's just so hard to get into a big station nowadays, I've had amazing feedback from the big cheese one of my fave big stations and he just says to keep in touch and keep sending demos. Tends to be a case of right place, right time, right fit. Maybe one day.
I've had some brilliant book recommendations from fellow Tattlers, so it's only fair I pay it forward hope someone loves Bye Bye Baby as much as I do.