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SHOUT OUT MY BEAUTIFUL JUMPER!
The beginning of the end. Preorder ATDRIP here now, and get an instant download of a SONG.
SHOUT OUT MY BEAUTIFUL JUMPER!
Nomad Don is doing the final mixes in Nain’s artroom in Abergelle. We drove up the coast from South to North yesterday. It was beautiful. We stopped to enjoy it. The hungry sea tried to swallow me.
Nomad Dons continue to travel the British Isles, still technically homeless, visiting family and working on the next thing. We spent a sweet long weekend with The Velkys of Pembrokeshire, where Hercules played with his little two year old cousin Sibyl and I soothed a weeping couple month old Fury Velky with the gift of free association rhyme song. Myself and my little brother Alex played a lot of Carcassonne. I didn’t win once, but I came close a few times, which was plenty for me.
Here’s Alex with his two girls and my one boy:
Today we are in Abergelle with Nain and Taid. They are full of rare wisdoms at dinner time. I just heard of how their neighbours’ budgie got chlamydia, gave it to a load of girl budgies, then died.
IT’S A COLD WORLD.
Nearly done. Drops in March.
Nearly ten years since my first EP.
One last Long Player before I die, and am hopefully reborn in the ancient Egyptian manner.
It’s been a beautiful thing, this ten year adventure.
LONG LIVE THE DON.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY BJ!
That’s BJ up there, not looking to impressed with the affections of Ryan Gosling (who should make a record with Drake, by the way, and call it CREEPY DUCK DUDES). Its his birthday today. For his birthday I believe he’s getting his BED BACK, after giving it up so that the Nomad Dons could sleep in it las week, then some other chaps straight after. That’s the sort of dude BJ is – A BED GIVING UP sort of a dude. Those are the best dudes in the universe, and rare as fuck.
BJ you might know from playing occasional gigs with me over the years and playing music on my songs. Most gloriously he did all of the music for one of my personal favourite songs, The Way Back Home, which started off life as an eight bar Tom Waits sample, that BJ turned into a beautiful languid symphony.
BJ, father of two half Japanese future warlords, is probably the best dad I know of, but he is also also probably the best all round musician I know of too.
While I was out in LA recording with Wade, one of our favourite things was sending BJ a song we were working on, then waiting for him to send back some awesome new keyboard or string parts, that would invariably make the thing 237% more awesome instantly. Going through those zip files is like Christmas every time – better in fact, as you are guaranteed amazing shit and all you are guaranteed at Christmas of any use is wrapping paper, with which to make small fires in the event of a dearth of wood. The particularly great thing about BJ is he finds the melodies I never would, and I am like a heat seeking missile for melodies. But BJ sniffs out the secret esoteric super dope ones that I and no one else would, and makes them whole, rendering them via sounds I’d never think to, and no one else I am aware of would think to either. His is a rare and special talent, one kept from the majority of the world’s ears for too long.
Relatively recently BJ built a studio down the bottom of his garden, out of bricks and wood and concrete, then bit the proverbial metal murder tube and Quit His Day Job, so better to concentrate on becoming the next Hanz Elfman (and have somewhere to hide from his kids, who you can see attacking me at the bottom of this post). Every new thing I hear emanating from that beautiful perfectly insulated box is more glorious than the last, and I fear he will soon have little time to help me with my humble etchings. So it goes.
Anyway, I’d like to take this opportunity to thank BJ for being a great friend and an awesome dude, and also for being fucking dope at making music and making me look better by lending me his skills for so many years.
Now you go enjoy some of his [older] mighty works. Amen.
I do believe it is about a decade since I wrote Oh! (What A Glorious Thing). Since then its been in two movies (My Super Ex-Girlfriend and Finding Diego), a bunch of TV shows, a Greek bank ad, and now an Abercrombie And Fitch ad. Shout out the Abercrombie gang, they had Babydoll on their Hollister instore playlist last year which bought many new ears to Dontown, and this latest thing is gonna help pay for my Visa. HIGH FIVES ALL ROUND.
I am back in the land of my mothers and fathers, which is currently drowning amidst a perfect storm of typically biblical weather and typically ill prepared infrastructure. The skies are a furious bruise, the streets a gurgling puddle, the people, having endured most of a typically harsh British winter, a weary balled up fist. Even the old ladies of Hove greeted my smiles with snarls. A fox approached me at 3am and I did not follow it. Fool me once.
LA already seems a lifetime away, but we will be back soon. It was a wonderful experience, albeit Hard and Emotionally Rollercoasterish, but such is the way with anything that is of any worth to Man or Beast. I feel very blessed to have been able to experience such a thing with my beautiful young family, and I am forever indebted to my dear friend Wade, who gave us his bed for two months of the three we were out there, and bought Hercules his First Birthday presents when my invoices had not been paid, amongst many other Herculean feats of Friendship.
I had a list of things I wanted to achieve before I went out there, a heady, ambitious list, and I got on the plane on Tuesday with ticks next to all of those things (and a son who was no longer a baby and frankly required his own seat). The mission was a SUCCESS (“Success, dada dada da da!”), greater even than I dared hope, and I am finally able to see the future we dreamed of with crystal clarity rolling out ahead of us like great big jewel encrusted Rolling Stones tongue slash yellow brick road, and while the hardest battles are, as always, ahead of us, so too is Adventure and Joy and Destiny.
So, yes, we will be back as a family just as soon as we can, and I will be back on Raid Missions before that. MIDNITEMEN are playing a swanky mansion party at Coachella in April, and we have been invited to perform at a number of other exciting engagements with some deeply ridoncuolus line-ups. My visa lawyer is a Hollyoaks fan, and remembers my music being used to soundtrack the union of a young gay couple and the murder of a girl called Claire, so the case for the requisite Exceptional Talent looks good. I am going to need a bunch of industry professionals and famous people to vouch for my awesomeness, so if you are one of those do get in touch.
Right now we are bouncing from couch to couch, as we are technically homeless following our eviction just prior to the LA adventure, but our friends and family are many and generous, and when I say couch I should actually say bed as Dear Sister In Law Estelle in Hove and Dear Friends Mika and Jeremy in London have both given up their beds for us over the past few days, as we get over our jetlags and plot our next moves (poor Hercules has been all over the proverbial emporium, baby jetlag is truly a thing to behold.)
More soon, dear friends. As we plot this next chapter I am finishing the final ATD project, which will be announced shortly. I’ll be on the exciting new 24 hour alt news station The People’s Voice this week performing two new songs from the project and talking about Matters Of Import, so stay tuned for that, and stay GOLDEN, Ponyboy.
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OH HAI GANG! I hope you are well. The end of our LA adventure is approaching with the speed and ferocity of some terrifying martian Mecha Cheetah, but the To Do List is getting ticked off like some super efficient robot headmistress, and we have even found the opportunity to have some time off, and leave Hercules with Wadey while we go out and engage in a Fine American Tradition.
Superbowl Sunday today! I am excited, it is our first Superbowl Sunday and we will be attending a party at Adam and Amanda Egypt Mortimer’s gaff. I was round there the other day finishing off the music video we shot in the desert last month. It looks awesome. Her’s Adam posing with a blown-up page from his awesome comic book BALLISTIC, illustrated by Dr Darick Robertson…
…and here’s a sneaky still:
That’s Nina Kate at the back menacing me with a shotgun. Out of shot is Chasedude, who was also in the first MIDNITEMEN video, shot on Wednesday between Box 8 studios in Downtown LA and Hooray Henry’s club of Night over beverly way. Up top you can see a behind the scenes shot from the thing involving myself, Wadeyo, and some of our friends enjoying a pleasant boat ride, and here you can see us enjoying a champagne glitter cannon, in the manner of victorious racing car drivers.
Oh, and here’s the aforementioned CHASEDUDE in his superstar cameo…
The shoot was a joyous affair – I was particularly impressed with the performance of my MIDNITEbrother Wade Crescent – he’s starred in music videos before, but never one of his very own, and this was the first time he’d been involved in the concept, creation, production AND execution of one, and he levelled up like a G an killed it.
It helped that we were blessed with brilliant, professional, fun and friendly cast and crew, along with perfect locations and fucking massive rope swing, on which I got a little carried away, swinging up to the rafters like a dive, until someone pointed out I had a SON, and should not be risking his hunting lessons getting killed up in some rafters. They had a point. I have never had much regard for my personal safety in the past, I am a fan of HEIGHTS and RISK and SHORTCUTS and have always been eager to put myself in the path of DANGER, but I suppose now I have to make sure I don’t actually DIE, else young Herculus will grow up one of these poor fatherless Tyler The Creator sods, but I also have to make sure I don’t PUSSY OUT OF DOPE SITUATIONS cos then Herculus will grow up one of these My Dad’s A Lame Boring Ass Loser Who Didn’t Follow His Dreams And Drives Like An Old Lady mini Flanders sods. OH LIFE DOESN’T GET ANY SIMPLER DOES IT?
No it does not. But who would want that? A computer game that got easier as it went along would suck, and so it would be with LIFE. We fly back to the UK on Wednesday, technically homeless, and entirely ready for whatever challenges await us. Aside from rain. I am not yet ready for rain.
But first, we have our a superbowl party to attend. I’m supporting Seattle. Hate comics were the best, Nirvana was the best, SPACE NEEDLE is the best, and that Harvard dude who got called a thug for being a dude is the best. AMEN.
JOY BE THINE BROTHERS AND SISTERS!
Hey look! That’s me (with a little help from Hercules) speed drawing an A2 Don Doodle! That’s right! Along with A4 Don Doodles, you can now get A2 Don Doodles! Glorious 22″ x 16″ personalised custom artworks drawn the Don Himself, AKA ME, available for a limited time! Go get yours quick!
Contained within the video are SNEEK PEEKS of some new music and a forthcoming ATD video, from my forthcoming ATDRIP project. More on that soon…
Meanwhile Wade and I are rehearsing the dance routines for our video shoot on Wednesday and amassing props and what have you. We made our first public appearance at the 300 Entertainment Grammy Party on Friday night, which was a pretty radical affair, attended by Rita Ora and various Odd Future cats including Hodgy Beats, who thought our remixes were “gnarly”, which is true.
The morning after my dear Uncle Maurice and Auntie Sheila came all the way from Redditch to see us. We took them to Cheebos, then up Runyon, then they kidnapped Charlotte and Hercules and took them to The Marriott over on that Newport Cost (which is apparently where the posh Americans in Downtown Abbey come from or something, not that I’ve ever see that).
Popping into the CVS over the road after having waved a tearful goodbye I bumped into my Thrash44 homies Ivan and Sharxx, which was joyous and serendipitous. He we are chilling underneath a palm tree discussing rap science.
Last night we were invited to Daft Punk’s grammy’s party, at which Chic performed, and Madonna got drunk and lairy, and but we were indoors working on or video like Gs, so we did not hang out with Madonna nor did demand rudely of the robots what the hell they were doing in that coat cupboard at the grammys.
Oh, speaking the video, if anyone wants to help out with art direction/set dressing holla at me pronto, we’re short in that department.
OK, go grab that Don Doodle, I gotta get some hotpants and binoculars and shit…