The shape I’m In: Eddi Reader, singer-song writer
āEvery singing is and should be emotional,ā says the Glaswegian and former member of Fairground Attraction.
āFor me it has always been a vocation rather than a job. Iām chasing some beauty. It makes me feel open and refreshed and focused and very intimate with my own experience as a human being.ā
From an early age she found comfort in singing. And an emotional truth. āAs a five-year and six-year-old I only ever heard drunk adults singing and they were always connected to their own emotions. If one was brokenhearted there was a brokenhearted song, if one was poetic there was a poetic song, if one was filthy dirty there was a filthy dirty joke of a song that made everybody laugh.
āI loved that just as much as I loved the silent tear ones, the ones that make people cry ā the ones about emigration, the ones about lost love, the ones you know your aunty danced to with the guy that got away ā she is remembering that when she sings. Those kind of things really got me early on as a musical child before I knew it.
āI always say if you want to teach people about music shove them in a house full of drunks that love singing. Itās the best way of learning about the passion of a song the passion of music and how it changes the atmosphere in a room.ā
Aged 55, with an MBE, two honorary doctorates and a string of BRIT awards to her name, she continues to perform and record music.
At home she is enjoying āa nice new timeā. Two years ago she married songwriter John Douglas. Her two sons from a previous marriage are aged 26 and 22 and are involved in the music business.
* Eddi Reader performs at the Ballymaloe Grainstore on February 22, 021-4651555.
For other Irish tour dates see www.eddireader.co.uk
Apart from a chest infection that flattened me between Christmas and new year, Iām fine. I took a week to really rest. I forget how important that is. I watched a ton of old films.
Not really, Iām aware that all things must pass, including me, but Iām determined to be fit and functioning right up to the finishing line.
I donāt do guilt. I try and forgive myself for all my ways.
Worrying about my sons and family.
Baths and playing games on my DS. Watching movies from the 1920s and 1930s.
The house would be full. Iād have Gandhi, Shay Healy and Mother Teresa to argue the bit and Iād have the Dalai Lama, Pope Francis, Marilyn Monroe, Elvis, Ella Fitzgerald and Louis Armstrong. And Iād have my Dad and all my granddads and all the musical ancestors who I didnāt know. Iād have lots of children and theyād all be up singing and dancing. Iād invite the guy begging on the street and Prince Charles and sit them in a corner together.
Woodbine cigarettes. No-one smoked in my parents house but my Tralee grannie was sunshine in my life and coming home from school the aroma from her Woodbine at the door would indicate she was upstairs in the livingroom with tea and sandwiches on the go.
Mostly my middle age spread ā āmiddle ageā is slightly optimistic!
I cry quite easily, especially at the loss of young people or unexpected loss. When the bin lorry crashed in Glasgow that was quite tough for all of us here. Ancient stories of young men dying in a war field from 100 years will still have me in tears. I canāt quite see it as something that is over. Grief is what this worldās wages are.
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I can see something off kilter and it obsesses me until I have to tackle it. This can distract me from writing and arranging.
Telling me I canāt do something when I know I can.
Yes.
If everyone found a quick way to feel the joy of being here without abusing any other, if politicians and powerful people were honest and empathetic to nature.


