It's an absolute honour to be featured in this month’s ‘Wonder Women’ series in 'No Treble' online magazine in the USA.

It’s the second time I’ve had to really dig deep about my life, music and the bass for a…

If ever I’m asked for any words of advice when it comes to starting a new job, a new course or in fact anything new, I aspire to live by this simple mantra: be authentic, be yourself and… be curious.

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I didn’t start out playing bass as my first instrument and the funny thing is, a lot of other bass players didn’t either…

• Lemmy had just joined Hawkwind as a guitar player when he found out he was surplus to…

Lemon is great for killing parasites in chicken, a zesty addition to a large vodka and tonic and also apparently an age-old tradition in the playfulness of sexual innuendo in Blues music: way back in 1929, Joe Williams was singing…

“If I have seen a little further it is by standing on the shoulders of Giants.” Isaac Newton, 1676

A lot of music leaves me feeling detached and unengaged because, putting it simply, it doesn’t make me feel anything. Sometimes…

The hardest part about playing a new instrument is trying to work out what direction to go in and really where to start.

When I decided to play the bass guitar this problem was promptly taken away from me as…

On the second day of thinking about the music that has inspired me, having started with the first gig I ever saw, (Stevie Wonder at the NEC in Birmingham) it naturally drew me back a little further to my…

The other day I was nominated by my friend Nick to take part in the ‘Seven Days of Music that has inspired…’ challenge that has gone viral on some social media sites.

I’m not usually into that kind of thing…

First times are always a whirlwind mixture of excitement and a certain amount of nervous energy mixed in to create that fizzy pop feeling when you are in unchartered territory…

I’m used to performing live in a wide variety of…

I have vivid memories of growing up in Herefordshire with its patchwork quilt of rolling fields and slumbering hills.

A land scattered with farms and endless hedgerows…and cows leaning over the fence and munching the tulips from our garden.

My…

In the weeks building up to my impending marriage to Simon, my wonderful new husband, I started thinking about Margaret, my Mum.

I haven’t seen or laughed with her for over sixteen years (and more) as she developed the…