Here’s a little trailer for that hip-hop film in which I am very proud to play an unlikely role:
Official trailer for The Rise And Fall And Rise Of Sensational–a documentary feature about the life of avant-garde, hip-hop, experimentalist Sensational.
Further to my ruminations (good word that, just looked it up) about the potential pathologies associated with the development of the online persona I feel there may be a short film’s worth of a concept in the idea of a protagonist who, to all intents and purpose, exclusively exists online. I suppose it’s so commonplace as to be not worth mentioning, with many widely-read journalists etc who work at home and consequently have this bizarrely dualistic life of getting paid to inform tens of thousands about their broken dishwashers or whatever. I can feel myself slipping into that mode now, and it’s like dry humping or something. I guess I just had a sudden sense of how easy it would be for the public and the private to be seperate to such a degree that there might be some mileage in it for a plot. Some kind of Being There for the internet age. Anyway, what I’m trying to do is express my sense of disbelief (albeit with lashings and lashings of false modesty) about my appearance in the forthcoming Sensational documentary, coming, as it does, hot on the heels of my transgressive thespian dalliances in Ergo Phizmiz’s The Faust Cycle (I fucking hate the theatre, see. I’ve even got a song called Why I Hate The Theatre) and in a scarcely decent interval before my automatic Pete Um Google-search makes me aware of this:
In other cool news Dave & I watched the Sensational film last night and it’s great & I am totally in it, which makes me really proud and embarassed at the same time. Dave is the original fan round here though, and he’s really kept the faith over the years. I should do a proper blog about that actually. Remind me to do that. And go and buy the Nochexxx/Sensational record on Werk. It’s fucking great.
Today I bought:
“Cocaine” Dillinger
“In Praise Of Learning” Henry Cow (that’s the pick of the bunch right there)
“Marquee Moon” Television (I do have two copies already but it was in good nick and it’s on Discogs right now.
“Love Bites” Buzzcocks
“Shape Of Things To Come” The Kinks (10″!)
“Don’t Break My Heart” UB40 7″ (I think this tune has a charming weirdness, so fuck you).
“Loving You” Minnie Ripperton. (Figure I might get to play this at the end of some messy night one day).
When I went up to the counter the bloke said “hello dynamite” and I gave him a weird smile because I thought he was talking to me and not whoever had just walked through the door behind me.
First off, the marvellous Russell Taysom has made good on a promise and done one of his joyously dark illustrations of me, here seen feasting on the head of Man From Uranus. To me he’s captured Phil rather better than he has me but then it’s hard to judge a likeness of oneself (perhaps indicative of the distance between subjective and objective realities with regards to ourselves) and as I can’t deny the formless hair and the lines around the eyes and as Syd seemed to think it was pretty obviously me I am overall very chuffed to be the latest to be granted this honour. Besides, as Russell pointed out, Phil is instantly recognizable by his blue skin.
The next cool thing is that I received a copy of the latest album by the Flower-Corsano Duo, which has a nice big Pete Um credit on the back simply because I was pointing my camera towards the stage at The Portland one night. In fact The Doozer did as much as me with helping out with that one. Anyway, big fan of all things Corsano so it feels like a really cool thing to me.
And talking of fandom, it seems my online big-up of unique hip-hop legend Sensational, you know, this one:
might find its way in part into a documentary about the man. I am fucking chuffed about this, no two ways about it.