Hi Bec. Can you tell us a bit about yourself and what you do?
Hello! I’m Bec or Rebecca. I’m a vegemite toast enthusiast, guitarist, writer and busker.
Tell us about your musical journey thus far?
In Year 9 I bought a blue guitar from Ebay. I became a guitar nerd and learnt all of Blink 182’s songs.
I started writing and singing when I left school. I could never sing but I always wanted to, so I’d walk around the house with a cassette recorder making voice memos.
I played guitar in a wee acoustic outfit for a year or so and the lead singer went overseas and the idea of not playing live music seemed like a nightmare. Meanwhile, our booking agent put us down for a show with Andy Bull and Owl Eyes in Wollongong and my family placed bets on me (because they knew I didn’t have the guts to sing in public/they knew I wanted to go to Europe). So I somehow scavenged about and got some guts and did it solo. I only had three original songs and a bunch of really bad covers. It was beyond awful. Then I fled to Scotland and played as many shows as I could in front of strangers to get confidence, and I’ve been back and forth to Glasgow for the past four or so years since.
Tell us about the worst song you’ve ever recorded.
I think my worst song is my first song, Red Jumper. I sent my friend Cal to go and get milk from the corner store while I sung this song into the microphone because I’d never recorded or sung in my life.
On an impromptu trip to Glasgow, you decided to defer from uni to fully concentrate on your music career. What advice would you give to hopeful musicians that find themselves at the same crossroads?
I’m probably a bad person to ask, I deferred my degree three times because I wanted to teach English and Sociology but equally wanted to write songs. I think the best thing is to just throw yourself in 100 per cent, work really hard and make it work. If it doesn’t work, it’s not a big deal. There’ll always be something else exciting that you’ll be good at.
You’ll be touring off the back of your new single, You’re a Fucking Joke. What can punters expect from your performance?
Hopefully a velour tracksuit. Maybe some lunges. Maybe a John Farnham song.
