On a drizzly side-street off Edgware Road, the record producer, musician, and drummer Georgia is huddled next to an intercom, charming whoever’s on the other end of the line. “My name’s Georgia Barnes; I was born here!” she exclaims.
The red gates of Seymour House – one of central London’s last surviving cooperative housing blocks – swing open, and we’re ushered into the building where Barnes was born among a tangle of drum machines. She is greeted like an A-list celebrity as old neighbours rush to say their hellos.
