Imagine Waking Up Tomorrow and Your Favourite Band Has Disappeared

I straight up love Bill Drummond. Hands down. Or up, which ever way you prefer. My love for him dates back to the days of The KLF. Obviously my understanding of what he and Jimmy Cauty were trying to do was pretty limited at the time as I was in my early teens but I read every interview I could get my hands on and bought the music. This was still pretty early days for internet, as you might or might not remember and I lived on the outskirts of an outskirts country.

However, I have a strong recollection that even then, at least on some level, I realised Bill and Jimmy were doing something very different. Same in some ways as some other bands but different in a very fundamental way. Their meta level of recognising what they were doing and how they were doing it was mindblowing for my teenage brain. And I loved their music and all the mythology they had wrapped around it. And then, of course, they burned the million pounds and pretty much called it quits. Look it up or watch the film. I was devastated.

Recently I had the chance to see Imagine Waking Up Tomorrow and All Music Has Disappeared. The documentary follows Bill Drummond as he travels around for his latest project, The17. I might not completely share Bill’s views on how the accessibility of music destroys the value we place on the experience of listening to music, but I get it. I get what you’re getting at, Bill.

If you haven’t seen the film, go and see it now. Or at least listen to some KLF.

I love you, Bill.