I was only meant to stay for a night, but here I still am, in the gloom and glamour of Brighton. Read my latest column.
I was only meant to stay for a night, but here I still am, in the gloom and glamour of Brighton. Read my latest column.
We were all utterly ready for my youngest to finish school – so why am I blinking back tears? Read my column on the end of school.
I went to church three times this week – and the final time, I watched Aretha Franklin fly. Read my column.
Nudity, crudity, gypsies, tramps and thieves: it’s just a regular night at Duckie. The unique club night at the Royal Vauxhall Tavern has been running for 20 years, and remains the only place I’m allowed to play what I really want to dance to. Read about my latest visit.
Poly Styrene’s voice went through me like a stiletto – and she woke me up. Her lyrics on identity could have been written today, and she stood out with her unique style, confrontational and playful at the same time. I wrote about her and the great new book about her, DAYGLO by Celeste Bell and Zoe Howe.
This week, it’s my five year anniversary of writing my New Statesman column – and how that’s different from writing sad songs. Read about it here.
In the three-day week of the 1970s, blokes ruled. We don’t want to go back there. Do we? An upcoming 1970s record compilation doesn’t feature a single woman, in 28 tracks. Which is, in itself, very 1970s. Read my latest column.
It is two weeks since my eardrum perforated on the train and I am still deaf. The world is a scarier place. Read my column.
I’ve always been drawn to the notion of failure – it’s what glues us together, after all. Read my latest column.
This week’s New Statesman column is on being heckled at gigs. I always knew I could give as good as I got. They might dish it out, but I threw it straight back.
This week’s New Statesman column: there’s a new baby in our family. I’m a Great Aunt. And I think I’ve forgotten, but I haven’t really.
This week’s New Statesman column, in which I try to have a bit of a clear out. Warning: contains shocking and shameful discoveries.
“In the heart of the Green Belt nothing seemed to move. Stranded in the past, it wrestled with the present, and hated the future. And there I was, stuck with it.” Tracey’s new memoir – Another Planet: A Teenager in Suburbia – is published by Canongate on 7 February 2018. See her in conversation across the UK.
This week’s New Statesman column – going to open days with our youngest made me want to go back to university.
Tracey appeared on the BBC Radio 4’s long-running and much-loved Desert Island Discs show on Sunday November 18, talking to host Lauren Laverne, chatting about her upbringing, family and career, and playing the songs she’d take with her to her imaginary desert island. You can re-stream the show on the BBC iPlayer.
I never expected to be in the index of the greatest spy story of the Cold War. But there I am. My latest column is on spy books and how Everything But The Girl ended up in Moscow in 1985. Pic by Jonny Clow.
This week’s column. It’s a strange time to be in New York, reading the T-shirts and entering the Women’s Gate. On the street a woman passes me wearing a badge that reads, “I believe you Christine Blasey Ford.”
This autumn, I want to look my age. I’ve decided finally to embrace grey. No one wants to become a slave to a past self. Read this week’s column.
Something keeps drawing me down to the river at the moment. Early on Sunday mornings, I’ve been marching through the deserted city and down to Embankment. Read more in this week’s column.
I’ve always taken a somewhat DIY approach to both my music and my hair. My beginnings were as independent as you can get: if you sent a postal order to my home address, my parents’ home address in fact, I’d post you a cassette. Read on.
Tracey was given the esteemed award for Outstanding Contribution to Music at AIM Awards 2018 last night in a ceremony in central London. AIM is the Association of Independent Music, a hugely important and respected UK organisation that protects and celebrates the rights and work of independent labels and artists. Other winners on the night included Jorja Smith, Nadine Shah, Ninja Tune, Sophie and Goldie.
This week’s column: I’m in Edinburgh, watching our youngest on stage, and envying his joy.
I thought I knew about hippies, and Haight-Ashbury, and flowers in your hair. And I thought I knew about Tales of the City, and the gay dating and clubbing world. But this was something else. This week’s column is a look at the world of Sylvester and The Cockettes.
This week’s column: “My “Choose Love” T-shirt makes me look defiant, but I feel quite fragile underneath it. Maybe that’s the point.
This hot summer has transported me back to the drought of 1976 – the music, my teenage diary. Read my column.
London at night was magic: lounging on the Lyceum floor, or racing over Waterloo Bridge. No music ever sounds as good as in the back of a cab speeding across the Thames in the dark, lights blurred and rushing towards you. Read more.
I lived through “heroin chic” and fetishised skinniness – I’m not sure how to feel about that now. I wrote a column about it.
This week’s column, in which Ben and I go on holiday to St Ives, and have an ALMIGHTY row.
This week’s column is on talking about music. Features Chrissie Hynde, Margo Jefferson, and Jake Shears (pic).
I wrote about how weird it can feel to be the centre of attention, what it’s like to be abused, and how it’s impossible to be unscathed.
This week’s column is about being a woman in music, written about so much of the time by men.
The third single from my current album, Record, is out today. It’s called Dancefloor and comes with new remixes from Powerdance, Ewan Pearson and Sasse. Take a look here.
You don’t have to entertain me, just be close at hand. Here’s my latest column on friendships.
I was very pleased to be asked to write about Sade. Here is my piece in the New Statesman. Respect to her, always.
I didn’t realise it when I wrote it, but I suppose my latest New Statesman column might be especially relevant to anyone who, like me, was missing their mum on Mother’s Day last week
IT’S FINALLY OUT! My new solo album Record is officially released today. Produced by Ewan Pearson. Featuring Stella and Jenny from Warpaint, Corinne Bailey Rae, Shura, Jagwar Ma’s Jono, and the recent singles Queen and Sister. What’s more there a new video for Sister too. Filmed in London, it features me singing alongside an inter-generational cast of amazing women: Caroline, Ameera, Kate and Daniella. Press play! Hope you like x
This week’s column is all about the joy of being played on the radio.
I’m very happy to say that you can now hear (and buy!) a second track from my new album. Sister, a feminist groove anthem, features the amazing Corinne Bailey Rae, and Stella and Jenny from Warpaint, and it’s available at all these places.
I’m a baby boomer, which means I could easily join in with cynical dismissals of millennials, but I don’t want to. I’m listening to them, and I think they’re great. Read my latest column on feminism’s generation gap.
This week’s column, my old friend anxiety again. And trying yoga with the lovely Adriene.
I’m excited to announce the release on March 2nd of my new solo album. It’s called Record. Produced by Ewan Pearson, it features guest appearances from Corinne Bailey Rae, Shura and Warpaint’s Jenny (bass) and Stella (drums). It’ll be released on Merge Records in North America and Unmade Road/Caroline in the Rest of The World. Hope you love it. You can pre-order here. You can also watch my new video of the first track, Queen.
Keeping a reading diary reminded me of everything I read in 2017. See my favourites in this week’s column.
With the release of my new solo album due to be announced soon, I’ve put together a list of my favourite songs of the year in a Spotify playlist. Exciting, inspiring and moving, they’ve kept me company, got me on my feet and had me singing my heart out. (Photo: Tracey DJing at Cherry Jam in 2004)
This week’s column is on the vinyl revival – what it means to those of us who listen to records, and those of us who make them.
This week’s column, listening to Armistead Maupin in Brighton, then dancing till 3am, covered in glitter.
Tracey was honoured with the Artists’ Artist Award last night at Artist and Manager Awards 2017 in a ceremony at the Printworks in London. The award was chosen by the Featured Artists Coalition (FAC) and Music Managers Forum (MMF) and recognises the long-term creative and innovative musical output of an individual or group. Previous winners including Joan Armatrading, Placebo and Massive Attack. She was presented with the award by singer Sandie Shaw and arts editor of the New Statesman, Kate Mossman.
Tracey has been recognised for her work in the Marine Girls and Everything But The Girl, her continuing solo career, her many collaborations with artists including The Style Council, Massive Attack and John Grant, and her work as a writer of two acclaimed memoirs and contemporary journalism for the New Statesman magazine.
‘I am so flattered to be given this award,’ said Tracey. ‘I haven’t won anything since 1984, when City Limits magazine gave me a small garden gnome for being the Best Female Singer. So this is a sharp thrill indeed, and I thank everyone involved.’
Look! I’ve signed new limited vinyl box sets of Tinsel and Lights. And strangely, it’s nearly Christmas.
I go to see The Slits film, then it all goes downhill, then the sky goes yellow. Read this week’s column.
I went back with Ben to speak at the Hull City of Culture Festival last month. First time back in a very long time.Read my column about it here.
Everything is going wrong, it seems – until I’m reminded that not quite everything is. Read my latest column here.
The Featured Artists Coalition (FAC) and Music Managers Forum (MMF) have announced that Tracey Thorn will receive the Artists’ Artist Award at the A&MAs next month. Read more.
I hate musicals. Apart from Guys and Dolls, South Pacific, Follies – oh, wait … read more in my latest column.
This week’s column is about collaborating, and being re-mixed, and features Tyler, the Creator, Todd Terry and Jens Lekman.
In my latest column I’m on holiday, reading, thinking, and remembering when the kids were tiny.
On Friday September 29, Tracey and Ben will be in conversation with poet Simon Armitage about their songs and books and their time in Hull where they formed Everything But The Girl in 1982. The event is part of Hull 2017, a year-long celebration of the city’s culture, and takes place at Jubilee Church at 6pm. Tickets are free. Book here.
I went to see England Is Mine, AKA the Morrissey film. It avoids controversy, but it ends up bland in a way that is probably its downfall. Read my column about it.
I went with my son to see Jez Butterworth’s new play, The Ferryman. He was left shivering – precisely the response you want from a boy newly excited by drama. I can only assume theatre is in his blood, but not from my side of the family. Read my column about it here.
I started writing songs to block out the news – now I’m accidentally recording an album. Read about it all. And here’s a nice pic of me with producer Ewan Pearson, Stella and Jenny from Warpaint, and Jono from Jagwar Ma.
Gigs are complicated things. We all want different things from them, at different times. Going to see Bob Dylan the other week made me think about gigs I have loved, and especially about the gigs of my youth, and whether anything can ever match up as you get older. Here’s what I wrote about it.
This week’s column on judging book prizes, written before the announcement that the Bailey’s Prize had been won on Wednesday by Naomi Alderman with her amazing piece of feminist sci-fi, The Power. Also, obviously, written before today’s election news; but I’m very happy that the piece ends with a quote from Sylvia Patterson’s book I’m Not With The Band – “THE KIDS ARE STILL ALRIGHT”. I’ve always thought that’s true, and it seems very very true today.
This week’s New Statesman column, on how I’ve been trying to learn to run, egged on by Jo Whiley and Madonna.
This week’s column – I despair at how quickly couples give up on each other – but then, what do I know about dating?
As part of their edition marking the twentieth anniversary of Tony Blair’s New Labour landslide victory in 1997, the New Statesman asked me for my musical memories of the era. I wrote this.
This week’s column – remembering my Dad, and how I could still have teenage rows with him at the age of 50.
My latest column for the New Statesman is about ten days of being alone and then seeing The xx in concert.
This week’s column – I’m back in the studio recording demos of new songs. As usual, they never sound how you imagine.
This week’s New Statesman column is on the Lefties and Wimmin of the 1970’s (you had to be there).
Just wanted to let you all know that I’ve recorded a duet with Jens Lekman for his album ‘Life Will See You Now’, which is out now. The song is called ‘Hotwire the Ferris Wheel’ and tells a story in which Jens and I have a fantastical night time adventure in a fairground, culminating in me singing to Jens, ‘If you’re gonna write a song about this then please don’t make it a sad song’. It’s not a sad song. It even features Jens going ‘WOO!’ Hear it now.
My latest New Statesman column is on reading old books, and how they help in new – and frightening – times.
I went on the Women’s March in London. I didn’t have a banner, but I did have sandwiches. Read my column here.
This week’s New Statesman column: my tribute to George Michael, an anecdote about a sports car. I like to think it’s what he would have wanted.
Last column of the year, this embattled year, and I’m in New York just before Christmas. I leave you with a toast – Here’s to us, who’s like us? Damn few! My love to all of you xx