This is actually a different entry you know. One picture was taken in Clapton. Another in Hackney Wick.
WHOOOOOOOO!
Phew dot com. I have moved house, and I have sent you all yourCDs (apart from one guy who’se instruction I am waiting on, that’s YOU Mister Bradshaw!).
I will have you know I sent all the CDs myself, and I wrote all the labels, and carried them on my back in a fuck off huge rucksack on my bicycle to Stratford, which is my new local Town With A Post Office And A Net Cafe (cos my internet isn’t working yet, I hate this bit) and nearly got run over twice by lorries. Shit!
Anyway. I ran out of stickers, but pretty much all of you will have some kind of extra present. Lyrics sheets, old drawings, that sort of thing. I am nice. That’s how I do. And to those that expressed interest, those stickers were from a test pack I got made, and they look ace, so I’m gonna get some more in for you. Superblobs and logos I think, hit me with any suggestions for what you’d like stickers of. I am sad cos I gave away my “I love Chris de Burgh” sticker. What was I thinking?
Hello. A new podcast by me is up now. Featuring interviews with NOONE, and records from Ill Bill, Van Morrison, A Ha, Arab Strap, Gonzales, Atmosphere and lots more. PLUS! A song from Thieving, and a brand new joint by me and Envy. DONCAST 5iTunes people should go here. It takes a whee while to refresh itself so it might not be visible there yet. Other people, if you wish to subscribe to the podcast, the feed is here. Ho ho ho!
The Theiving Cds will now not arrive till Friday. I have just been told:
“Unfortunately, we are running a day later than mentioned below. The delivery will be on Friday 22nd February. We have had to reprint the booklets as the originals failed the quality control process, and this has lead to the delay.”
Lame!
Therefore, I have made you a new podcast. it is uploading NOW!
DO NOT EVER USE ORANGE. THEY ARE WANKERS. LIKE, SERIOUS, SERIOUS WANKERS. I HAVE NEVER EXPERIENCED SUCH VICIOUS BRUTALITY OUTSIDE OF A POLICE STATION.
Really. I piss on those cock-a-roaches.
SOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Hi kids. I left my Dictaphone on the train yesterday, which buggered up the Atmosphere thing, so we’re gonna do a phoner for the next ATD podcast. It wasn’t a wasted journey though - I read some of The Tipping Point, which is interesting. There was a little bit in it about the power of words, which focused on the word “Yawn”. The writer pointed out that by just him writing Yawn, them me reading Yawn, I would most likely Yawn very soon after, and my Yawning would inspire any people that noticed me Yawning to themselves start Yawning. Yawn Yawn Yawn. As it was, I was on a tube, and I did indeed start Yawning, and so the man opposite me began Yawning, then the woman to my right Yawned rather violently, and so on it went until the carriage was one big YAWN!
I suppose you are yawning now too. Is this the case? Did you yawn, faithful reader?
Scary, huh?
If I can make you yawn, just by writing the word, what else is possible?
I just finished reading another book, by the way, written by an old pal of mine called Lee Henshaw. It is an amusing, moving, and bittersweet novella about young people who aren’t quite as young as they used to be traveling around the world and having adventures and discovering things about the nature of love and friendship and humanity and blackcurrant bathbongs and it is very good and very funny. You can read the first third of it here, although the last third is easily the best third.
Anyway. Lee is very happy because the Guardian gave it a rather positive review the other day, and Amazon sold out and it is now at number 29,000-and-something in their charts. Whoo!
Well done Lee!
As well as reading, I did some of your drawings yesterday. I’ve posted a few of them here for you to look at. Is one of these yours? Some of you have been getting ridonculously detailed with your descriptions. For example. Kristen Tucker asked for,
“akira attacking a giant enemy crab’s weak point for massive damage in space with tom cruise in a space ship flying off to see Xenu while spouting scientologist garbage with the blob sabotaging the spaceship…”
PPF got drunk. I got drunk. I saw The Urban Voodoo Machine being great. Got boxes and jiffy bags off of freecycle. Found us a nice house to live in. And a bunch of us went to the Horniman museum, and it was ace! I saw a merman!
I’m off to link Atmosphere in a bit. Anyone got any questions for Slug and Ant?
The mother of 50 Cent’s angelic little cherub, AKA male child, has LOST her GREEDY battle to STEAL all of his MONEY ($$$$$$). She just gets A BIT. Relatively.
The woman, one Shaniqua Tomkins recently decided that getting $20,000 a month “child support” was inadequate, so she took him to court demanding $50,000. Prolly cos she heard about that Vitamin water payout. Or that song where he said “have a baby by me baby/ be a millionaire / I write the check before the baby comes/ who the fuck cares?”
The courts said he had to pay her $25,000 while the trial did its thing. Crazy!
Anyway. The greedy broad FAILED to extort 50 C for 50 gs, and a ruling was handed down saying her payments were to be CUT to $6,700 a month! DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMN! She is pissed you know. Things is, that is a lot of money, especially in America, which is practically a third world country these days.
I mean. That’s like, almost as much as a doctor gets.
“My client and I are very happy with the ruling,” said 50’s lawyer, Brett Kimmel, who is going to having a LOT of rappers calling him this week, I bet you 50 gs.
BAD NEWS for you and I!
From my CD pressing people:
“We are looking to ship on Tuesday for a Thursday delivery, there were some printing hold ups but we are now sorted. I hope that this is ok with you.”
Waste! I’m a try hurry them up. Or get a car on Tuesday and go pick them up myself or something.
Hey! Mary Turner, who is featured quite a bit on Thieving, is previewing a couple of her-featuring tracks over on her MySpace. Check them out.
When you’ve done that, watch this highly entertaining interview with my man of the moment, Rick Ross. Weed smokers! Check his tips for evading airport security and them fuckin’ beagles!
Britney Spears is not a distraction. That’s what politics, and America’s national bipolar disorder, is for. Her current boyfriend, photographer Adnan Ghalib, is a British Pakistani who “earned his expertise in weaponry fighting abroad in Afghanistan, Kosovo and Macedonia.” Billy Bush, the co-host of Access Hollywood, is George W Bush’s first cousin. Not only will John McCain be the Republican nominee, he could have been the Democratic nominee as well, since he was “very close” to crossing the aisle in 2001. Ann Coulter has pledged to campaign for Hillary Clinton, and Rush Limbaugh has defended both Clinton and Barack Obama by acknowledging no substantial difference on “national security” between them and the Bush legacy. In his words, “they are not going to surrender the country to Islamic radicalism or the war in Iraq.” Obama’s vague sermonizing about the future recalls Jacques Vallee’s messengers of deception, and how the “space brothers” have yet to tell us one thing we don’t know, and have yet to make good on a single promise. If the Spears’ drama distracts from the Audacity of Remulak, then perhaps, when you think about it, it’s not such a bad thing.
The salvation-model politics of hope and change finds its happy opposite in the doomsong of Alex Jones, for whom martial law is always one broadcast away. Both come from the same fraudulent dichotomy of salvation and damnation, in which the future redemption or Armageddon never quite arrives. The harder truth may be that this is our destination. And they’re not coming for us; they’re here already, and they’ve always had us.
Take Back America. Maybe America belongs to others, and that’s what they’re doing.
Hello, for some reason a few of you have been ordering AIDS T shirts lately. Tragically, we sold out. Sorry. I could make up some more if enough of you want them. If you do, mail me or leave a message or something.
It is mad foggy and cold today, we went out to look at houses. Still nothing. We have to move out in two weeks. Argh! I have seen more houses this time than any other, and still no dice. Whither the dice?
Jeres wrote something quite cute about his self-absorbed internet addiction. I like the bit about the photo of him as a wee Cornman eating a pasty.
This is a good recipe for sea bass. I tried it last night. I also watched Ghosts Of Cite Soleil - if you haven’t, you need to see that shit. Kind of real life City Of God. In Haiti. Seriously brilliant, moving, distressing, and hardcore. Cheers Colin for that. Dunno about Wyclef Jean’s bits in it. Wyclef loves Wyclef. “People in Haiti study me like Americans study Biggie,” he said recently. Maybe so. People in Maryland do me similar. Word up Maryland!
As promised! A new podcast for you today. Featuring whole bunch of new music including tracks from Thieving, along with special guests Lethal Bizzle, Narstie, Little Man (welcome back bra!), and Wade Crescent, who chat and rap. Not all of them do both, actually, but you’ll see. DONCAST 4iTunes people should go here. If it isn’t working let me know, I can’t tell cos I haven’t got iTunes you see. Other people, if you wish to subscribe to the podcast, the feed is here.
Everyone is really excited about Camden burning down ’round here.
Marvin and co. have been making a video for their forthcoming Superhero single. For some reason I am reminded of that episode of Only Fools And Horses where they go to the fancy dress party and accidentally save the mayor.
The Jerusalem Postreports that Camden Town is on fire! Fire has spread from the markets “consuming part of the Hawley Arms, a famous Camden pub where celebrities including singer Amy Winehouse hang out,” apparently.
Shit!
The BBC is on it too, they’ve spoken to Boris. Boris says “this will come as a terrible blow to their livelihoods and the area generally. My thoughts are with the traders, local residents and the emergency services who are, as usual, performing brilliantly under pressure.”
Fucking lame! Tenner says they’re gonna rebuild it like goshdang Spitafields. It’ll be like mini New Orleans. Lame lame lame.
Our man on the scene, Jeremy Allen reports!
PPF fell of her bike and hurt herself, poor dear. A nice French barman helped us and poured booze on her cuts. She is fine now, and singing an ode to Camden with my Ali’s Kron guitar. And I found a fiver on the floor. It is eventful in London tonight!
It is totally Spring today. I rode to Camden and back on my lil’ bike with the Thieving master. It was lush. Took a detour via Regent’s Park to drink a lemonade and have a wee sit down. OMFG dot com, do I love the sunshine. I feel like a totally different person.
So, the sequel to Kidulthood looks bad, no? LOL @ Plan B tho.
Big Pun is so my favourite dead emcee, and if he was alive, and still as good as he was when he was alive, he’d be my favourite live emcee. He was so nice on the mic! He was as nice on the mic as he was heavy on the ground. Rah. You know, he was only a year older than me when he died. That’s not old!
Damn. I am glad Narstie is going gym, I’d hate to lose another talented big brother.
Thieving is done, then. The art, the stuff. All off to printland. PHEW! Next project for me is to make a video for Tomorrow, this nice ass song I did with Madison and Jeres about when we (Akira The Don & The Women, which was me and Jeres and Mary) went on tour. (In retrospect it would have made more sense to have Mary sing on this one. Never mind though. Madison did a lovely croaky whisper thing, which Mary wouldn’t have done. Mary would have done a lovely breathy thing. Maybe we’ll do a remix. Anyway.) I have a bunch of footage from the tour I can use. Actually, that isn’t the next project. I gotta do this Bang song with Temposhark for XLR8R magazine, and a song for Mothboy’s record, and your avatars. Hip-hop don’t stop!
Hurry Up Scientists and invent a cure
for the common cold
because I feel like
a dog log dipped
in broken glass
A HAW!
That up there is a nice little poem by my boy Ben Myers, who has a nice blog that I have just been reading while songs render. Ben’s off on a nice holiday to Wales this weekend. He’s staying ina fuckin’ GYPSY WAGON! How awesome is that?!
I got up at 8:30 today you know. Jeres was already up. Downstairs smelled like pubs used to - he’d been at it all night. By “it” mean drinking booze with a charming gobby female Midlander. He is still doing it now! All day he has been doing it - Andy “Bardot” Barding joined in a few hours ago, and they are all sat in Jeres’ pit, smoking tabs and drinking whiskey and cokes. Jeres is trying on his Freddie Mercury outfit for the Glam Rock party our friend Girly Gary is throwing this weekend. Jeres has acquired one of those skinny white tops with the red zigzag on it. Charming Gobby Midlander says Jeres has bitch tits. Jeres says drunk people will think they are muscle. He is probably right.
Bully for them! I have been up here all day finishing off Thieving. Which is now finished. At the last minute I decided two of the songs weren’t good enough, so I scrapped one, recorded a new one, and re-recorded another. It all sounds lovely now. I am going to cycle to Camden and drop off the master with the pressing people in a minute, one the last take has rendered. Oh the excitement!
Those of you on my mailing list will have just been sent the tracklisting too. Lawks!
Anyone seen my Wacom pen? I’m a have to do all this drawing in pencil or some shit otherwise. Maybe I’ll go out and buy some pens. With all my magic beans. A haaaaaaaw!
I’m on my second day without fags. Here we go again! I got a good feeling this time. Who wants to ming of fags in the spring anyway?
So, as soon as Zef sorts out the new MP3 player, there’ll be a new preview track from Thieving. The T shirts went off to the printers on Friday, the CD goes off tomorrow. URK! I gotta mix, like 6 songs, and Zef’s gotta do the back of the thing, and we’re done. Whoo!