"It's a boy!" exclaimed the midwife
(incorrectly) as a screaming Valkyrie popped out into a bleak, depressed
Manchester. Her mother, of cultured South American origins, deemed
the chirpy Mancunian accent Valkyrie was developing on venturing
to nursery school as a perfectly valid reason to move to Suffolk,
where Valkyrie promptly took to the accent of a fishwife.
Valkyrie's musical talent first revealed itself
at a similar time. Early recordings capture her singing along with
old Granpa Federico as he played an electric sitar that he had designed
and built himself.
She often thinks back nostalgically to carefree
days, leaping through the Suffolk grasslands like a young gazelle.
However, as with many a young bumpkin before her, she soon became
disaffected with rural pastimes of straw dolly making, macramé,
animal husbandry and slaughtering. She looked around for kindred
spirits who felt the same way as she — a burning desire to
lead a different way of life, to NOT go to Ritzies in Great Yarmouth
on a Friday night and be a total Spam. But what was the alternative?
The answer lay in Smash Hits magazine all along. She promptly applied
thick mascara and formed her first band. The Resurrection
was the reassuringly dark name that was penned onto at least four
school bags, and they never let the lack of instruments get in the
way of their dreams.
This was to change when Valkyrie wandered past
Cooks guitars in Norwich and experienced love for the first time
in the form of a cherry red semi-acoustic guitar. That day, she
resolved to save every penny to claim her pride and joy. She was
slightly perturbed after she bought it, when she realised that it
didn't make much sound without an amplifier. Luckily her dad felt
sorry for her and lent her the £25 for a second hand one (which
he immediately regretted).
Several bad haircuts later, Valkyrie found
herself in London, and was soon gigging her way around Europe's
finest snowboard resorts. Next came the opportunity to throw herself
out of aeroplanes to further the cause of Channel 5's extreme sports
coverage. However, between surfing and skating, she was finding
it hard to progress in her chosen craft of Rock God. The blues set
in and she penned some of her most moving songs to date —
but who to perform them with?
The answer came in a chance meeting —
one that put her firmly back on the Rock Express. After turning
up (uninvited) to a dinner party wielding a guitar, she made quite
an impression on the collected guests, including one Ben B Stings.
And so it began...