Springfield Road

The crowd funding adventure and elements of the literary memoir by Salena Godden 'Springfield Road' is published by Unbound.co.uk/books/springfield-road

…the only photograph of my father and I together. It is a black and white photo but I have coloured it in. We are sitting in the sun on the doorstep, I am in between the legs of my father, there are shadows of the railings against the pink sunny walls behind us. Half of my dad’s head is cut out of the picture because the photographer, probably Mum, hasn’t stepped far back enough, but my father is smiling. He has long hair to his shoulders. He has Jesus sandals on his feet, his ankles are skinny, and he wears a long-sleeved t-shirt covered in a pattern of bathtime rubber ducks - he looks like a hippy. A cigarette dangles from his lips and he grins down the lens never knowing the top of his head and his eyes are out of the frame. There he is then, one bright morning, he sits on the doorstep in the sunshine with me sitting the next step down and I am his toothless daughter, grinning, sitting between his feet and holding onto his legs.




Springfield Road  - Out later in 2014 
Please order yourself a copy here: 
http://unbound.co.uk/books/springfield-road

…the only photograph of my father and I together. It is a black and white photo but I have coloured it in. We are sitting in the sun on the doorstep, I am in between the legs of my father, there are shadows of the railings against the pink sunny walls behind us. Half of my dad’s head is cut out of the picture because the photographer, probably Mum, hasn’t stepped far back enough, but my father is smiling. He has long hair to his shoulders. He has Jesus sandals on his feet, his ankles are skinny, and he wears a long-sleeved t-shirt covered in a pattern of bathtime rubber ducks - he looks like a hippy. A cigarette dangles from his lips and he grins down the lens never knowing the top of his head and his eyes are out of the frame. There he is then, one bright morning, he sits on the doorstep in the sunshine with me sitting the next step down and I am his toothless daughter, grinning, sitting between his feet and holding onto his legs.

Springfield Road  - Out later in 2014 

Please order yourself a copy here:

http://unbound.co.uk/books/springfield-road

…Meanwhile, I am enjoying being back working alongside award-winning radio producer Rebecca Maxted. We’re in production with ‘Try A Little Tenderness – The Lost Legacy of Little Miss Cornshucks’ which will be broadcast on BBC Radio 4 this summer 2014.  This follows the success of our last collaboration 'Stir it Up! - 50 Years of Writing Jamaica' which was also for BBC Radio 4. We will be in America this month, in Chicago, tracing the footsteps of old jazz heroes, to tell the tale of Little Miss Cornshucks, a wonderful jazz and blues singer that sang this sublime version of ‘Try A Little Tenderness’. Watch it here!


I’m excited to interview the living legend Salena Jones (pictured above). I am going to meet my namesake and this is where my worlds collide. I mention Salena Jones in Springfield Road because my father played for her in the early 1970’s. My mother has told me Salena Jones made such an impression on my father he insisted they name me after her. By coincidence Salena Jones played some of the same clubs and blazed a similar trail to that of Little Miss Cornshucks. She also shared bills with Little Miss Sharecropper, Laverne Baker who was on the same label as Cornshucks. Salena Jones, of course, had the success and Little Miss Cornshucks disappeared into obscurity. Right now, I feel like I am becoming some kind of jazz ghost whisperer, but I’m so curious to hear Salena’s story, her early life playing those legendary haunts and her memories of early boogie-woogie, blues and all that jazz. And of course I’ll ask her if she remembers a certain Irish jazz session musician, my father, Paul Godden.
Read more here: www.salenagodden.com


 
…Meanwhile, I am enjoying being back working alongside award-winning radio producer Rebecca Maxted. We’re in production with ‘Try A Little Tenderness – The Lost Legacy of Little Miss Cornshucks’ which will be broadcast on BBC Radio 4 this summer 2014.  This follows the success of our last collaboration 'Stir it Up! - 50 Years of Writing Jamaica' which was also for BBC Radio 4. We will be in America this month, in Chicago, tracing the footsteps of old jazz heroes, to tell the tale of Little Miss Cornshucks, a wonderful jazz and blues singer that sang this sublime version of ‘Try A Little Tenderness’. Watch it here!
I’m excited to interview the living legend Salena Jones (pictured above). I am going to meet my namesake and this is where my worlds collide. I mention Salena Jones in Springfield Road because my father played for her in the early 1970’s. My mother has told me Salena Jones made such an impression on my father he insisted they name me after her. By coincidence Salena Jones played some of the same clubs and blazed a similar trail to that of Little Miss Cornshucks. She also shared bills with Little Miss Sharecropper, Laverne Baker who was on the same label as Cornshucks. Salena Jones, of course, had the success and Little Miss Cornshucks disappeared into obscurity. Right now, I feel like I am becoming some kind of jazz ghost whisperer, but I’m so curious to hear Salena’s story, her early life playing those legendary haunts and her memories of early boogie-woogie, blues and all that jazz. And of course I’ll ask her if she remembers a certain Irish jazz session musician, my father, Paul Godden.

Read more here: www.salenagodden.com

 

Episode 62 | Podcasts | Book Slam »

The 62nd Book Slam Podcast is fuller than a family bucket and arguably more sustaining. It features DBC Pierre, reading from and discussing the brilliant ‘Petit Mal’, Michael Smith introducing us to ‘Unreal City’, music from Thabo and The Real Deal, comedy from Matt Okine, and the ineffable Salena Godden' reading from her childhood memoir, 'Springfield Road’. Hosted by Elliott Jack and Patrick Neate reuniting in a London studio for the first time in months…

#mothersday: My mothers superhero costume

The red suitcase:

This was the evidence of my mother’s life before I was born. Her triumphs as a young athlete in the All England championships; her Olympic dream and her Royal Ballet dream; her Gold medals and Swan Lake dreams; her teenage years in Hong Kong and Cyprus, and also her wild go-go dancing days. My mum used to hint that she had partied and performed with a cool sixties crowd, mentioning the likes of Englebert Humperdinck, Tom Jones, Stevie Wonder and Georgie Fame. I used to imagine my Mum was a spy, that one day I’d find her fake passports and a gun in that suitcase. My mum was a spy and she used the modelling and go-go dancing as a cover – but accidentally she went native when she fell for my dad.

The truth was it always felt as though my mother could drag her suitcase out from under our beds and slip back into herself if she wanted to. I thought of these things as her superhero costume. That she could stick the glittery stars back on her face, put on the yellow platform boots and use a bus ticket from before to get back to then and who she really was.

excerpt from 'Springfield Road'

Read more here 

Jackie Wilson & LaVern Baker, ''Think Twice'' (X-rated version) »

.@MoJGovUK Here’s my shelfie for prisoners! @TheHowardLeague #booksforprisoners #shelfie

my #shelfie. It has a CCTV camera on top of it from a ‘1984’ party I had. Clutter of dusty cards and photographs of my grandmother, the late Sebastian Horsley, a leatherbound double-booze bottle from Tim Wells, beautiful boxes by Matty Skylab, a cassette tape of Suzanne Vega and a broken robin in a nest, fuzzy photograph from Bestival.

. Here’s my shelfie for prisoners!

my #shelfie. It has a CCTV camera on top of it from a ‘1984’ party I had. Clutter of dusty cards and photographs of my grandmother, the late Sebastian Horsley, a leatherbound double-booze bottle from Tim Wells, beautiful boxes by Matty Skylab, a cassette tape of Suzanne Vega and a broken robin in a nest, fuzzy photograph from Bestival.