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Penny Valentine
When the Beatles travelled to London to promote their early
records, one of their ports of call was the office of Disc
And Music Echo on Fleet Street. In the words of Andrew Loog
Oldham, then acting as their press officer, they went to
"ogle and fawn over" Penny Valentine, who had become
Britain's most influential reviewer of new pop singles.
Valentine was worth fawning over, then and for the remainder
of her life, which ended last week at the age of 59 after a
long struggle with cancer. In the 1960s she had lived up to
the dolly-bird perfection of her improbably glamorous byline
with a wardrobe of spectacular mini-dresses, and long blonde
hair which required twice-weekly visits to Vidal Sassoon's
Bond Street salon; she had a generosity of spirit and a gift
for friendship that preserved her beauty through the years.
Few journalists of a later generation who were taught by
Valentine at Goldsmiths College and North London University,
or those who joined her in a women's group or publishing
collective, or even her younger colleagues at the Guardian
during her last years, could have any real inkling of her
past, which included genuine friendships with the Beatles
and the Rolling Stones, who respected her taste and loved
her company. She was probably the first woman to write about
pop music as though it really mattered, and her appearances
on television's Juke Box Jury made her one of the first
"media teenagers".
She was born of Jewish and Italian ancestry on St
Valentine's eve in central London, the only child of a
father employed in the old Covent Garden market and a doting
mother whose several concurrent jobs included both
hairdressing and office work. It was from their Bloomsbury
flat that, at 16, Penny set out to become a trainee reporter
on the Uxbridge Post. That led to a job at Boyfriend, a
weekly magazine for teen girls, and from there she joined Disc.
Ever present at the right clubs, parties and television
studios, and a magnet of attention for young male pop stars
(and, on one occasion, Steve McQueen), she nevertheless
conveyed the impression that she was there at least as much
for the music as for the social scene.
She loved soul music, and campaigned on behalf of the likes
of Aretha Franklin and Marvin Gaye when they were still on
the margins of popularity. Her sharp ear enabled her to pick
out future classics, and she had tipped David Bowie for
success long before Space Oddity became a hit. Dusty
Springfield was a friend, and Levi Stubbs, the voice of the
Four Tops' Reach Out I'll Be There, taught her to dance.
Although judicious, her opinions conveyed an unguarded
enthusiasm. She was writing for the kids who bought and
danced to the records, not for Tin Pan Alley. "It's a girl's
song with incredibly feminine words," she wrote in a review
of Rita Wright's I Can't Give Back The Love I Feel For You
in 1968, "and I felt it so much I wanted to cry."
In 1970 she left Disc to join the staff of Sounds, a new
rival to the Melody Maker, but three years later she was
hired by Elton John, another friend, to become the press
officer for his new record label, Rocket. A spell at Anchor
Records, which was another fledgling outfit, came next,
followed by a year in New York.
She returned to London in 1975 to help launch Street Life, a
short-lived attempt to create a British equivalent of
Rolling Stone. After the magazine failed she joined Time
Out, contributing to the television section, and it was
there that the second half of her life began.
A socialist by instinct and a feminist by experience, she
was one of the 34 members of staff who left the magazine in
1980, after a bitter and unsuccessful battle to preserve
wage parity, and founded City Limits, where for seven years
she honed her skills as an assistant editor. She was active
in a number of bodies, including Women in Media, Sheba, a
feminist publishing collective, Music For Socialism and the
National Union of Journalists, of which she was a life member.
After gaining a BA in film studies and English at North
London Polytechnic, she pursued a freelance career which
included teaching, working shifts at the Guardian and
writing, with her old friend Vicki Wickham, a well received
biography of Dusty Springfield, Dancing With Demons (2000).
To the enduring bemusement of her admirers, however, she
lacked any sort of confidence in her own writing.
Briefly married in the early 1960s to Adrian Monteith, later
that decade she began a long relationship with John Adrian,
a record company executive. In 1973 she met Mike Flood Page,
a fellow journalist who later became a television producer.
They were together for 25 years and in 1982 she gave birth
to their son, Dan.
Her combination of Jewish pessimism and Italian passion did
not always make the easiest basis from which to tackle life,
but it did make her a ferociously loyal and considerate
friend, if sometimes a noisy and bossy one. She faced her
painful illness with courage, humour and an unexpected
strain of optimism.
Thinking back to her days as a cub reporter, she once said
that if she ever wrote her autobiography, she would call it
If Wet, In Church Hall. Something very much larger would be
needed to hold all those fortunate enough to call themselves
the friends of the woman who turned out to be as real as her
name.
- The Guardian obituary