GARBAGE LADY

What music are you currently grooving to? Much like the rest of the world, the new Beyoncé. I love that she’s presenting a modern version of the concept album, a rumination on betrayal, in bold terms; an exploration of the shadows. It’s unusual, especially from a massive female pop star. It has gravitas and it sounds incredible. What, if push comes to shove, is your all-time favourite album. It’s almost impossible. Today? Ziggy Stardust. Bowie, Prince… (trails off) It’s been such a terrible sad year. What was the first record you ever bought, and where did you buy it? It was in a Scottish village on holiday with my parents and I got White Horses, by Jacky, the theme-tune to this late ’60s Czech TV show [actually a Yugoslav/West German co-production]. I was obsessed by it. I must have been six or seven. I want it played at my funeral. It’s a beautiful, romantic song about death! Set me on course for the rest of my life. Which musician, other than yourself, have you ever wanted to be? Oh God. There are moments when I’ve almost wanted to be every musician, other than myself. What do you sing in the shower? I’m a bath girl, and I don’t sing in the bath. I sing in the car – Rihanna, DuBlonde, the new P.J. Harvey. What is your favourite Saturday night record? Guilty, by Barbra Streisand. My mum was a huge fan and she played it all the time, much to my disgust. I was studying for ‘O’ Levels and wasn’t allowed out all week. Then, on Saturday night, I was free. I always associate that record with getting ready to escape. Now my mum is no longer with me, it connects me to my mum and feelings of freedom. And your Sunday morning record? Probably classical music. The other day I got La Divina, Maria Callas, so that or maybe Chopin’s Nocturnes or Miles Davis’s Kind Of Blue.