Archive for June 2009

Places I've performed in/around Cambridge.   5 comments

Long-wanted to get some kind of map with red pins in, cos more is always more than more in the world of grist. The list doesn’t include DJ-ing or performing in other bands. There must be some I’ve forgotten, if you can help? I know I played round the Loop Soup HQ once but I can’t remember the address for that… somewhere in Trumpington?

The Portland Arms
The Junction
The Man On The Moon
The Champion Of The Thames
City Football Club Legends Bar
The Soul Tree
Kings College
The Duke Of Argyle
The Locomotive
The Boat Race
The Museum Of Technology
The Barfly/Graduate whatever
The Boat House
Argyle Street Housing Co-op
Mill Road Social Centre
Strawberry Fair
96 Norfolk Street
The Holiday Inn
Covent Garden Theatre
Cafe Afrika
Gwydir Street Party
209 Campkin Road
The Globe
CamArt, Fulbourn
The Cellar Bar
Anglia Ploytechnic
All Saints Church
Unitarian Church
The Michaelhouse Cafe
Alex Wood Hall
37 Romsey Terrace
Cambourne Village

Posted June 20, 2009 by peteum2013 in pete um, portland arms

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Paperjack.   2 comments

When my man Andrew left for the States he bequeathed me about five rolls of printer paper, which he rightly figured I could absorb into the Um CD-R cottage industry, such that it is. Which is great, except that lately I’ve been stuck in some Sorcerer’s Apprentice-style nightmare where endlessly malfunctioning printers (surely the pre-eminent primadonna of computer peripherals) join forces in an axis of semi-inanimate evil with resolutely non-flat pieces of thick paper that have a surface texture that makes my skin crawl to frustrate and mock my amateurish efforts to make my creativity pay to some small degree.


It’s annoying though, ‘cos what with the free paper and the sourcing of some really stunningly cheap deals for ink and CD cases I’d be in a very strong position to clean up, or at least I would be if anyone actually bought the fucking things. Anyway, for the first time in a while, and at the aforementioned effort, there is a full complement of Bumskippers available if anyone is looking to fill the gaps in their collection.

Posted June 15, 2009 by peteum2013 in bumskipper, grist, pete um

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Snappidag 26.   Leave a comment

Check out Snappidag 26, which is a photo of one Meta DJ by another.

Guess one man’s record boast is another man’s Snappidag.

Servile Civis   Leave a comment

 I was talking with my man Simon Loynes the other day about using normal tape decks to do tape-to-tape overdubbing. This is one of the earliest things that can be called Um. Sometimes people fetishize hiss for its own sake but you gotta love this particular hiss.

Posted June 14, 2009 by peteum2013 in pete um

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More spam fun.   Leave a comment

Can sexual Capacity Be Improevd byy Chelation?

Deaad? You sgtill have to pay library fine


Posted June 14, 2009 by peteum2013 in pete um

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9th July A Music Club   2 comments


Looking fwd to this.

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Fame Academy   Leave a comment

 This was the thing that had me quaking with fear all last week, as somehow I’d been persuaded that I was a young singer/producer with potential, or something. It wasn’t actually that bad. All that stuff I’d been told about needing to be familiar with Mac applications,   that there would be workshops, and that I would need a USB stick to take my work home with me etc, turned out to be something of an exaggeration/lie. Basically we were treated to the various thoughts of some varied musicians, had a few beers and went home. Actually I had to leave while producer Sinden was desperately trying to teach some Logic skills to a load of kids who weren’t listening, and that probably would have been the only really useful bit for me. Hung out with James Pants for a bit though. And I saw an 808 for the first time in my life, so I took some photos of that.


All photos are clickable thumbnails as usual.

Posted June 14, 2009 by peteum2013 in pete um

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A day at the Fair.   Leave a comment

Woke up floating on the Thames with the regular post-cunted awfulness and had sad discussion about the wonky infrastructure in my partner’s life. Took a couple of photographs and left. Then just missed two buses and one train and spent a lot of time worrying that my phone was going to run out of juice, which it did. Endured witless girl teen who would age me before your eyes if I listed the things she said that ticked me off but suffice to say having her feet on the seat was one and slurping from a can was another. Local knowledge invaluable as indeed I did get sniffed by spaniel at station so was glad to be one step ahead but annoyed at the casual deployment of CONTROL (further depressed by reading thread on WAN where someone says ” …well don’t complain then when police want money to search people at the station”). These fuckers have no breadth and depth and take the world 100% as it appears to be, as if it is its own proof. Got home, charged phone, slightly amended plan with OJ Simpson to defraud Network Rail, debated shower but that was as close as it got. Bought 3, no fuckit, 4 cans Wrongbow from Blavs and rode rear rim of bike all the way to Midsummer Common. First year in many I have gone to the Fair entirely as a punter, which I worried would feel weird and it did a bit, but I fancied it also as a good opportunity to reacquaint myself with if not all and sundry then at least some and sundry, which is kind of what happened. In fact I had two meetings with Ken Of Bury and his missus Karly, who I soon found out I had rejected as a friend on MySpace, which was and continued to be awkward, especially as I did not help myself by trying to explain that The Fall were good, but that it might be a male thing. Apart from that I didn’t speak to a soul who wasn’t Bobby or Dave or Gavin O-Keefe all day, apart from a brief bit of banter with Lawrence from Number 6. I didn’t see it, but Gavin said he got searched by a plainclothes cop. He seemed unsure as to whether the guy was really police, on account of his appearance and specifically his youth. Odd scenes at the East Stage, with succession of unappealing bands seemingly chosen at random from a selection of unappealing bands were interspersed with pretty on-it DJs playing Wonky and dubstep, bizarrely accompanied by a trio of fairly average “sexy” female dancers. Nothing is true anymore, straight up. Thought the dubstep kid missed an opportunity to play more upfull crowd-pleasing fodder but the Wonky guy was very good. We walked down there and Dave was like, “this is Roska” with a smile. Funnily enough Dave had arranged to meet some dude from Ramp who may or not be the guy that has a TheWhiteSugeKnight@ email address and also may be Zomby’s manager, and just as the two met the DJ played a Zomby tune that might have been Spaceman or Gloop and according to Dave some surprise registered on his face, as well it might, O White Suge Knight. The day at the Fair ended with the three amigos shivering at The Festival Bar whilst I filmed a girl shouting at her mate on the phone “Sarah, I am standing outside the fucking Festival Bar! Well, …fuck you!” and then another fight erupted and when it died down Bob interviewed one of the antagonists and his girlfriend and somehow got away with it. Today is wet and Sunday, and next week is fraught with clocky dangers. I’m going drink Guinness, and I barely care.

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Posted June 7, 2009 by peteum2013 in pete um

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Singing teacher, "really good".   1 comment

Posted June 5, 2009 by peteum2013 in Uncategorized

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Grist.   5 comments



I hearby announce the birth of a new imprint called GRIST.

This will be the home of all subsequent domestically-produced releases for Um and/or Pete Um artefacts. I would also hope to document work by other artists that might not see the light of day elsewhere. Indeed the primary goal of the GRIST label will be a documentary one and not a commercial enterprise. That would be daft.

The first release will be a cassette-only production (ha ha). This is it:

GRIST 0001 Spring Tapes 2007. (£2.50+£1.50p&p) Paypal or come round my house.

Hereafter the format will almost exclusively be CD-R, with free downloadable MP3s to expand Um-consciousness.

Anyway, from here on in, it’s all GRIST.

Posted June 3, 2009 by peteum2013 in Uncategorized

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