INTERVIEW:
Toyah Willcox @ Cherry Reds Café, Kings Heath,
July 16th Punk
pop teen terror, Toyah Willcox, exploded into the
limelight as Mad the anarchic
redhead in Derek Jamans 1978 film
about Punk, Jubilee.
She went on to release over 20 studio
albums, 13 Top 40 singles, appear in over 40
stage plays and 10 feature films in a
career spanning over three decades. Oh yeah,
shes written two books as well.
Now also the first luminary to be honored on
Kings Heaths Walk of Fame,
Cesilia Oriana Trecaquista went to see what else
(if theres any room left) does Toyah have
in her head.
BReview:
Congratulations on your star in the Kings
Heath Walk of Fame. How does it
feel to be awarded this accolade?
Toyah:
Its wonderful. Its such
an honour, and so good for people to remember me
in this way. I lived in Birmingham for 18 years,
until I left for London and got my career going.
I was born and conceived here. I used to shop on
the high street everyday with my mother.
Its very kind of the
business people of Kings Heath, to include me in
the names of those associated with the suburb.
Amazing people have played here, like Led
Zeppelin and Jerry lee Lewis (at the Ritz
Ballroom, now Cash Convertors, on York Rd).
I think I am the only other woman apart from
Helen Shapiro; its an absolute
honour.
BReview:
Youve had such a significant career,
and hold a prolific music back catalogue. Is it
difficult to decide what you will and wont
include, song wise, when organising a set or a
tour?
Toyah: We are kind of
lucky, because starting last year we had 3 major
30th Anniversaries. Last year was
Anthem, this year is The
Changeling and next year is Love is
the Law. These were all platinum albums, so
we can tour them. What we do after is a different
matter, but for the next year were kind of
covered.
BReview: So what can we
expect at tonights gig?
Toyah: Today, at the Hare
and Hounds, were going to do a 32 year
retrospective; covering 18 22 albums. That
has been hard, as we can only fit 22 songs into
the length of time we have. Its going to be
a real wham, bam, thank you
maam night.
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