Born in London and raised on a strict diet of Bagpuss and The Beatles. She started playing the piano as soon as she could reach the keys.
Gigs followed, all over London...then one evening, while singing for her supper at Maison Bertaux (London's oldest cake shop featuring the most out-of-tune piano ever heard) she met Ken Rose. Producer/ songwriter and lion-haired wizard, Ken had just returned from a tour playing guitar with Marianne Faithfull. Their perfectly matched mismatchedness was plain to see - he arch-dude of LA horizontal 'tude, she a spider-lashed runaway marionette with a dash of potty mouth and a love of war poetry - Let's make a record, they said.