Archive for March 2006

Bumskipper 4 sleevenotes   Leave a comment

UM: Bumskipper 4 Sleevenotes.

1. Reach For The Stars

Some words of encouragement to get us started. 7″ with no hole for spindle.
2. The Love For A Child.
More Oberheim Matrix 1000 and Line 6 DL4 produced this tender thing.
3. Loaded With Power
What is the real X factor? Nico said to Iggy: “You have to have ze poison…”
4. Day 2 Loukas In Mulch.
Some reel to reel + Audiomulch. Damn I wish I registered in time. I was down with the beta for about 8 years, for Christs’s sake.
5. Givemethatrandomdspboy.
Fuck Boards Of Canada! Where is my fucking money! Computer.
6. Raindrop joy.
Hyperactively happy idiot splash. Retard PE music. TEAC A-3340S
7. Overwhelm Human Host
Soundtrack to being invaded by alien robot. DL4 stuff.
8. Green Wellies For Susan.
Not sure who Susan is but her boots are evidently annoying me. ADAT of Dave.
9. I’m Distracted.

I think this was something without beats, and then it got beats, and then the MFU came along with his theremin, but he wasn’t really feeling it, but it still sounded OK thru plug-ins and shit.
10. The Trawler.
Submarines in the harbour incognito. TEAC.
11. Fifty Years.
A school chum sent my Dad a photo of himself at Scout Camp in the 50s. He’s running towards the camera wielding an axe. Funny old thing, time…
12. Quiet Acid.
LSD as Tardis?
13. How The Shrew Relaxes.
This exclusively uses the chair I’m sat on right now as a sound source. Actually this should be called Shrew Jam.
14. Soul Bruise.
My struggle.

voodoo, video and death.   Leave a comment

OK, so today I have to click on everything three times with my mouse before it responds. Really. Fucking. Annoying.

And I can’t stream media files off the web, or not the sound anyway. And when I tried to sort this out I lost my Internet Explorer and so I have to use Avant, which slowly gives you the percentage of how fucking arsed it can be to do what you just asked it.

Say I wanted to go to to watch some damnsavage (which is my username) videos, I’d have to click at least three times on the link to get there. It’s probably OK for you though, if you wanted to try…

Ivor Cutler died. I saw him once at the Corn Exchange. I think Sam took me as a birthday present or something. She’s a bit shite with birthday and Christmas gifts but she has come through on occasion. I’m glad I persuaded her to stump up the 35 notes for my Sharp GF-777 that time, for instance. The guy wanted forty quid but was amenable to a little haggling. I think I’m repeating myself here aren’t I? Still haven’t told you about my copy of Threads Of Life, by Alco though…
I did have an Ivor Cutler story but I’ve bloody forgotten it. Steve Adams’ ex Charlotte met him once and he said something brilliantly eccentric and witty to her, but…it’s gone, man. May I recommend Life In A Scotch Living Room, Vol. 2? Don’t bother with Volume One.

Ali Farka Toure died. On two occasions in the last few months I’ve found myself DJ-ing quite late at night when the party has almost completely wound down and I’ve just stuck on Ali Farka Toure and left the job to him. At Christmas I watched this programme on The Festival In The Desert (in Mali) and AFT was on it being as awesomely good as you would expect. The narration explained that some of the traditional music in that part of Africa is characterised by a rhythm originating in the peculiar gait of a camel in motion.

Anyways, one of the best pubs in Cambridge is The Jubilee, in part because they have a whole Ali Farka Toure album on the jukebox, as well as some decent reggae. I duly dragged Dave in there to mourn the great man’s passing, and to be beaten twice at pool. Oh yeah and Phil from Broadcast pitched up eventually in his new red shoes on his way to France. When I went up to get the second round I mentioned AFT’s death and asked the landlord if he had heard about it. “Yes,” he said, “I read about it in The Times. Well, I couldn’t read it all because I can’t see very well because I have cataracts…” Here he pointed to his eyes. He is a very softly spoken man, possibly of Caribbean origin, with a shy manner that isn’t usual in people of his profession. We exchanged a few more pleasant awkwardries and I went and sat down again, pleased at least that Ali Farka Toure wasn’t just on his jukebox entirely by accident. About two minutes later I see the landlord entering the public bar and looking around. When I see he is holding a newspaper I realize he is looking for me and I shift in my seat so he can at least fix upon the movement (note: Charlie says he has only seen him beat once at pool so he can’t be completely unsighted). Anyway, sure enough he brings over the paper with Ali Farka Toure’s obituary spread open. “I don’t want it back.” He says, so I don’t have to go chasing after him to return it. I was really touched by this little episode, you see. Apparently AFT was the tenth child and the only one to survive infancy. One only hopes his parents survived to see the international recognition he received so late in his musical career.
Dave Allen died last year, didn’t he? He was my favourite comedian as a child.

And Hunter S. Thompson shot himself. One of my favourite writers. Extraordinarily punchy and lucid style, and very funny. The diametric opposite of a hack, he just wrote all the time. His collected letters are full of 30000 word demands to editors for further funds or extended deadlines that are often longer and more brilliant than the finished pieces. I love his gonzo drug tales, but he is equally good on American football or coverage of the 70s political scene, two things I know almost nothing about apart from what I’ve read by HST. Also amazing that such a sensitive and astute personality should be such a tough fucker physically, making his death by his own hand seem particularly poignant.

Rest In Peace, also, my two Uncles Gerry and Paddy.

Posted March 14, 2006 by peteum2013 in Uncategorized

Watch (w)out, you got Dutch East India company   Leave a comment

It seems more people are making films about my bumskippers than actually buying them…

Posted March 7, 2006 by peteum2013 in Uncategorized

Here comes the sun.   Leave a comment

As I was going into the co-op I noticed two gnarled figures crouching on the concrete in front of Hilary’s the greengrocers, which looked a bit sus. After I’d finished in the supermarket I saw that they’d moved round the corner, and were sat on the pavement engaged in a frantic search through a selection of rags and bags in thee most pitiful junkie spectacle. They were a couple, by the looks, and he had a sort of “Well, this is fucking typical!” vibe coming off him…

Actually in an odd kind of way the whole thing didn’t look as tragic as it might because it was one of those crackingly bright winter’s days and the sorry pair were lit up in sunlight.

Posted March 5, 2006 by peteum2013 in Uncategorized

Fortune teller.   Leave a comment

Eventually I got sick of the Fopp profligacy, but then I suddenly got into Ebay in a big way. Lately I’ve been mostly buying (all vinyl):

Dollar Brand – Ancient Africa
Sensational – Beats, Rhymes & Styles
Daevid Allen – Dividedalienplaybax80
Daevid Allen & Kramer – Who’s Afraid?
Bongwater – Too Much Sleep
Bongwater – Breaking No New Ground
Bongwater – The Power Of Pussy
Baby Bird – Happiest Man Alive
J.M.E – Serious (12″)
Schoolly D – Smoke Some Kill
Schoolly D – Smoke Some Kill (12″)
Schoolly D – Parkside 5-2 (12″)
Schoolly D – Dedication To All B-Boys (12″)
Angus MacLise – Astral Collapse
Depth Charge – Disco Vixen (2X12″)
Oliver Lake – Holding Together
Klark Kent – Too Kool To Kalypso (7″)
Klark Kent – Don’t Care (7″)
Klark Kent – Away From Home (7″)
Stewart Copeland – Rumblefish OST
Various Artists – New Beat Take 3
Timmy Thomas – Why Can’t We Live Together (7″)
(I wanted the above for the b-side)
Augustus Pablo – The Red Sea
Kenickie – Punka (I didn’t really want this. It’s the Skillex one I want, but that’s another story).

So, any serious music nut should be able to read my palm from that lot.

Posted March 1, 2006 by peteum2013 in Uncategorized

Stop fucking around.   Leave a comment

OK, my diarist’s block is over. I woke up this morning in a new mood. In fact, from now on, with regards to all contingencies, the new attitude is: fuck it.

This runs concurrently with my new year’s resolution, which was: stop fucking around.

I wrote the above ages ago. I’ve still been fucking around, and I certainly haven’t been doing a lot of writing roundabout here. I was thinking that maybe my Dad didn’t actually really read this thing, or maybe he just dipped in and read a page or two, but then the other night he voiced some concern that I was apparently given to crossing international boundaries in personal possession of cannabis resin. I was like, “…er, well… I always take precautions…”

So, can’t write about me, but I could go on and on about the bloody Spaceman. Get this. His parents-in-law are at some posh dinner recently where guests include Clive James and Professor Stephen Hawking. Bizarrely, the subject of the MFU comes up, for some dude there is aware of his work. Perhaps with a little family pride, Phil’s father-in-law mentions that Phil is married to his daughter, whereupon the other chap says “Ah! You must be Ninki V’s father.” Whoops.

For a time it looked like I might be dodging bird flu in Lyon on the same bill as Phil, but it seems the promoter decided he’d rather have two thereminists than a thereminist and a singer-over-tapes, so he made enquiries to see whether the aforementioned Miss V would be available, and happily she was.

Other Phil news:

A famous band are keen to work and tour with him.

Posted March 1, 2006 by peteum2013 in Uncategorized