![]() ANNA OTTILIE PATTERSON 1932 - 2011
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A plaque commemorating the life of Ottilie Patterson was unveiled at the home of her birth No 26 Carnesure Terrace, Comber, Co Down on 23rd February 2012. .
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Newtownards Chronicle, Thursday 27th October, 2005
OTTILIE'S IRISH NIGHT
To enable her to make this record she sought the help of
George Boyd back in Newtownards. "Ottilie was looking for a
drummer and an accordionist. Although I was learning drums
with the CLB Band I didn't think I was good enough. However,
I did manage to get two musicians from Holywood,
Norman Connor and Martin Fitzsimmons who went across to
London."
The LP was called Ottilie's Irish Night which includes such numbers
as Hello Patsy Fagan, Inniskilling Dragoon and The Oul' Lammas
Fair. George is pleased that his name is credited on the sieve of the
LP.
These remarks arc borne out in a 1955 edition of the
musical magazine Melody Maker which describes Ottilie as Britain's
Bessie Smith (the great American blues singer who died following a
road accident in 1937). while no
less a person as Louis Armstrong is quoted as saying;
"That gal puts me in min' of Bessie Smith."
MOTHER LATVIAN
It was during her spell at college that she began to take an
interest in jazz music, George explained how he got to know her
around 1950: "A group of us including Ottilie and her sister
Jessie would travel regularly to the Cavehill Road home of the late
Gerry McQueen. who had a fantastic collection of jazz and
blues records. Ottilie liked what she heard and her natural talent
came through as a singer with bands at venues such as Chalet
D'or and the Fiesta Ballroom, both in Belfast."
The young local artiste made several casual appearances in
London in 1953 but she had to wait until the beginning of 1955
before her career realty took off.
George (an electrician all his working life) was employed in
Birkenhead at the time. He frequented a jazz venue called the
Picton Hall in Liverpool which regularly hosted
bands of the calibre of Mick Mulligan. Freddy Randall.
Ken Colyer's Jazzmen and Humphrey Littleton. "1 knew
a guy there called Albert Kinder who was a kind of
promoter. He let me in for free because I put his posters up
in the shipyard where l worked. It was at one of these evenings that
I mentioned Ottilie to Humphrey Littleton, However he didn't want a
singer but suggested that she should try Chris Barber.
Towards the end of 1954 Barber had left Ken Colyer
along with Monty Sunshine to form his own band and the rest as they
say is history."
MARRIES CHRIS BARBER
Another happy memory for
George was an impromptu
musical evening at Avondale
Gardens in Newtownards at
which both Chris Barber and
Lonnie Donegan were present:
"Joe. Ottilie's father, was a great
melodeon player and during the
course of the evening Barber had
a go. He was such a great
musician that in no time at all had
mastered the instrument," said George.
The Chris Barber Jazz Band
and Ottilie travelled extensively in
the 60s and were particularly
appreciated in Germany and
America. One of Ottilie's
proudest moments in fact was
at the President Kennedy
Washington Jazz Festival of
1962 when she was rapturously
received singing the blues to a
mainly black audience,
COMEBACK
George, now retired, still enjoys
his jazz and blues collections
although nowadays also has a
leaning towards good folk and
good country music. He rates
Portaferry's Rosemary Wood
highly in folk circles. His last word
however, was for Ottilie Jeger
Patterson: "She was a great
singer with, and still has, a great
sense of humour, and if pushed for
a favourite song of hers it would
have to be Trouble in Mind which
does everything for me."
Ottilie (73) now lives quietly in
retirement in Ayr Scotland but
keeps in touch with many of her
music friends ail around the world
including her good friend, George
Boyd in Newtownards-
We thank you Ottilie for songs
like Shipwreck Blues, Jailhouse
Blues, New St Louis Blues,
Careless Love ......
Its perhaps not generally known that Ottilie sang the title track for the 1964 film, Where Has Poor Mickey Gone? The movie stars Warren Mitchell in his pre Alt Garnet days and was also the first major role for John Challis, who became known as Boycie in Only Fools And Horses It has been reported that the first 10 minutes of the movie have been lost to the film trade for whatever reason which is unfortunate for it is in the opening that Ottilie appears singing in a night dub. All is not lost however, for it is thought a collector does have a copy of the full version of the film. |
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Some bright comedian once said that there were no Irish people left in Ireland any more, that they were all abroad singing about it. While not actually true, such a statement is very near the truth, for, after some years as a singer with Chris Barber's Jazz Band I myself began to feel the pull of "The Oul' Country". I just wanted to forget jazz and city life for a little while, and have the pleasure of singing a few of the old songs that all Irish people like to sing when they get together, and also to sing one or two which might all too soon be forgotten. Once this idea got into my head, I was unable to think of anything else, and I eventually coaxed Denis Preston, my Recording Manager, to give me his support in the production of an Irish record. He agreed, or rather capitulated, submerged under the wave of my enthusiasm. Having now gained permission to go ahead with the plan, I found myself lacking in one thing — the right kind of accompanying music; but after a distress signal George Boyd (a trusty friend at home) I was able, on his recommendation, to obtain the services of an accordionist and a drummer — Norman Connor, and Martin Fitzsimmons. These two courageous gentlemen agreed to free themselves from their commitments for two days, and set out for London to have a shot at recording with me. And they were courageous, too, as this was their first excursion beyond Ireland's shores, to the somewhat "Great Unknown" | Consequently, there I was, on a dull Thursday in November, at Euston station, looking for a man with an accordion case, for I had never before met either Norman or Martin. The instrument case was my only means of identifying them among the other passengers alighting from the "Shamrock Express". Well, I wasn't mistaken, I did find them; and that afternoon at my flat, when they first played to me, I discovered that my friend had not been mistaken about them either. He had found me two great musicians, who to me, were nostalgic reminders of Christmases and happy Saturday evenings spent with my whole family, in the little white-washed County Down farmhouse of my grandfather — himself a skilful melodeonist and fifer. My plans for recording were at first no more ambitious than to sing a few plain vocals with musical accompaniment, and to bring along my sister and two Irish friends, to help counteract the paralysing effect that the studio always has on "First-timers" and perpetually nervous people like myself, However, when I heard Norman's first few bars on the day of his arrival I knew that I couldn't let them go back to Ireland without giving a few more of my compatriots a musical treat. So, after some hurried last - minute telephoning, other friends were rounded up, and invited to join us the next evening in the studio. At seven o'clock then, on Friday, we all trooped into a big bare studio, which seemed to us more like an operating theatre — just a handful of us, some |
microphones and a piano. It was enough to intimidate even the most blasé professional. But the thoughtful Denis Preston, anticipating this, had kept something on hand for those of us who needed warming up, and for those others who "liked a wee taste" anyway. Thus the evening began. Te record apparatus was switched on and left to run without let or hindrance, for the next two hours, while we had a really "Irish-night", as it indeed turns out to be: for no sooner had the music struck up, than everyone immediately forgot to be overwhelmed by the disquieting atmosphere of a studio and started to have some fun. I am glad to say that any spontaneity captured on this disc is completely genuine and we did not re-record things time and time again, in order to "get them right". Voices can be heard singing out of tune, and certainly my own voice could not have held out a minute longer than the time allotted to the recording, owing to all the singing, squawking and shouting I contributed during those two mad hours. Yes, there was plenty of hilarity with plenty of Irish rowdyism, and after all what could be more truly "Irish" than to start off the whole proceedings with a Scot's Tune! Well that was my Irish night out, and I hope you'll enjoy joining us. Ottilie Patterson |
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