Archive for January 2006

How Dave tricked me into liking jazz.   Leave a comment

Remember how I was bitching about people clutching little bags from Fopp? Well, I’ve become a bit of a Fopp monster myself of late, and, what’s more – I’ve got into jazz. People used to talk to my hand about jazz, because if it wasn’t Dollar Brand I wasn’t interested. I think I tried to listen to A Love Supreme and so on a bit too early. Anyway Dave mentioned a while ago that they’re selling Sly Stone LPs in Fopp for five quid, which seems like a good deal to me, so next time I’m in town I amble in and have a sniff. Unfortunately I’ve just got to the stage of my vinyl jones where I’m quite happy to pay a few quid for something decent and the sight of tons of classic funk and jazz etc at £5 a pop just upends my sense of equilibrium and the next thing I know I’m making special trips into town mid-week just to spunk a tenner on a couple of Coltrane LPs. I’ve started to look really shifty in front of the staff and everything.

Dave has made a film, which touches on the subject of the Bumskipper Project:

This follows on from his earlier work, which explores the impact of the Tripel 004 record on the wider electronic music scene:

Posted January 27, 2006 by peteum2013 in Uncategorized

Block Party   Leave a comment

I tell you what, if I was Charles Kennedy when they kicked me out I would have been straight down the bar at the LibDem HQ and every time anyone walked past I would have hassled them for a drink by pointing at the top shelf, slurring something along the lines of “Well, I tried, you bastards, so don’t blame me…”

Finally I worked out that the reason that Phil’s record went straight to number one in Boomkat’s Electronic/Quirky charts, easily outstripping the Um joint, is because it is £2 cheaper. Thank Christ for that.

OK, I have diarist’s block, or something, so I’m easing myself back in slowly.

Posted January 27, 2006 by peteum2013 in Uncategorized

Bumskipper 3 mailout pasted herein.   Leave a comment

Word up.

Now, many of you have written in to point out that AFX actually released Analord 10 first, and therefore Bumskipper 1 was out of sequence. This was not an error, however. Richard releases his stuff out of sequence, and so, therefore, do I. Unfortunately, due to an error, the CD due to be released as Bumskipper 2 has had to be renamed Bumskipper 3. This CD is available now. Bumskipper 2 will be so in due course. Well, in actual fact you can buy Bumskipper(s) 1-4 at for £3:50 (this is an error, PayPal scam most of this back off me so the real price should be £4, so if you’d just as soon send me a cheque to 8 Argyle Street, please do so) or via some other kind of agreement made through this address.

Um 3″ Bumskipper “3” Sleevenotes

OK, let’s re-imagine…

1. Ipswich Community Radio.

Performance art pansy? At least he’s honest.

2. Um For Free.

This is a sort of cover of Take A Chance On Me by Abba, with my obscure but sizable hard drive re-imagined as Agnetha and Frida’s famous femininities.

3. Mack Mummy.

The video of this will begin with the camera following a woman’s arse swaying down the street. Then there’ll be a shot of a horse’s rear end in motion from a similar angle, and then just random street scenes of people’s bums. Or possibly this idiot bottom footage will be interspersed with me doing that hip-hop throwdown thing with my arms, but when it’s looking as if I’m about to begin spitting a few bars it’ll cut to back to bums every time.

4. RDJ Central African Christmas.

The video for this is some washed-out Super 8 stuff of an Aphex-lookalike (or is it the real deal?) giving and receiving pressies amongst indigenous folk in a rural tropical location. Everybody looks really happy and only Richard looks like Richard.

5. Baldhead.

Rasta reasoning Romsey-style. The gown end of town re-imagined as Babylon.

6. Romantik 1 (to 11:51)

The second-hand reel-to-reel tape I recorded this jizz over simply bears the legend “Romantik 1”.

7. French Honey.

Oozy loop-pedalling. Sensuous pastoral idyll shit, like some buttery peasant plunging her naked forearms into a woven basket of ripe pears.

8. The Forces Of Evil Have Travelcards.

Co-incidentally recorded before the bombings. Got another one called Islam Is On The Train, which wasn’t prophecy either. I’m not trying to be offensive (or clever) here, is what I’m saying.

9. Gaia In Hobbles.

This is the sound of the earth spirit limping brokenly home like a fucked up and over-whipped old donkey, as imagined by a miserable hippy. Perhaps the American reviewer who called me a protest singer was right, because this is turning into a fun-sized political album, for God’s sake.

10. Parent Artist.

The art of rearing and raising, and the magick spell cast by the Father Of Us All that gives us the urge to regenerate. The song questions the mystery in the history in a pretentious and unintentionally mystical way.

11. Your Daddy Down Home.

To think that we used to have servants.

12. We Will Bounce You.

Syd took a shine to this puppy techno, and Phil likes it too. Music for bouncing.

13. Romantik 1 (to 32:08).

The extermination of mice is impossible. I heard a story only yesterday on the radio where a man threw a mouse on a fire. The mouse escaped from the fire and ran back inside the man’s house, which caught fire from the mouse’s burning fur and burned to the ground. This is a bit like how it is with the war, I feel.

14. The Professor

Dotty and so on, but he knows his stuff.

15. Boggs.

There’s a bit of me (doing stuff) on this at the end but otherwise it’s just something from Soulseek where something’s obviously gone a bit wrong with the codecs somewhere. If you listen to it long enough the song turns into itself.


Thanks for reading everyone. A pox on the Bush Administration!

Posted January 10, 2006 by peteum2013 in Uncategorized

Twelfth Night   Leave a comment

Shit. Two thousand and fucking six.

I found out over Christmas that both my uncle and (more insanely) my dad read this thing. Obviously if I’d have wanted any old person to read my diary I wouldn’t have hidden it away in the public domain, and although for a while I felt like that this might mean “mission terminated” I guess I’ll just carry on but won’t tell the truth or something, or be more boring and even more opaque.

The other day I was listening to some tabla/flute stuff and I asked Syd where he thought the music might have come from.
“China?” he guessed.
“No”, I said. “Close.”

I’m still pretty impressed with this.

Derek Bailey died on Christmas day and I spent from about 12:10AM to 1AM New Year’s Day watching KT Tunstall et al on the Jools Holland show, which seemed to be a parade of mediocrity and embarrassingly meaningless cheap celebrity bullshit specifically designed to be rubbed into my own particular big nose.

If you check Boomkat you’ll notice that that spacefucker Phil has gone into the quirky/electronica charts with a bullet at NUMBER FUCKING ONE, even helping to drag my record a few places in the good direction. The disc is SOLD OUT, even. Well done to Phillip.

My brother and his people have gone home. It wasn’t quite as fucked up as last time, but there were moments.

I have to go.

Posted January 6, 2006 by peteum2013 in Uncategorized