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Thursday, April 16th, 2015

DAREDEVIL THEME REMIX

I told you the other day that alongside holding down LA like a solider and exploring 5D spacetime with Grant Morrison and Gerard Way, this weekend I’d watched the first five episodes of marvel and Netflix’s Daredevil, which in your humble narrator’s opinion make up a masterpiece that at long last executes perfectly a serious-as-fuck comic book to screen translation, in the manner that people erroneously claim Nolan’s first Batman movie did. It is HARD, it is BEAUTIFUL, it is UNCOMPROMISING, it makes me CRY a whole bunch. Anyway, first time I heard the theme I was like, OH SHIT WE NEED TO REMIX THAT, and so we did, and it is is fucking banging. Shout out my dear old friend and world famous audio scientist Erol Alkan, who’s been staying with us this week ahead of his show at Coachella this weekend, and helped out with the mix and master, dropping GEMS on me like a butterfingered watchmaker.

Get your free download at Bandcamp.

Excelsior!

— Thursday, April 16th, 2015

Tuesday, April 14th, 2015

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This weekend half of LA decamped to a particularly dusty bit of the desert, including Wade who went all in and crashed a golf cart into a tree like a goddamn pro-fesh-ur-NAHL. Hollywood Don stayed in Hollywood, learned exciting new live sound manipulation techniques, held down Blind Dragon like warrior, executed two action packed DJ sets, explored 5D space with Grant Morrison and Gerard Way (the former left us slack jawed with his live renditions of a catalogue of full blown self-penned peakwave pop songs, the latter was left slack jawed by my live rendition of a little ditty called Thanks For All The AIDS), and watched five episodes of Marvel’s Daredevil, which in your humble narrator’s opinion make up a masterpiece that executes perfectly what people erroneously claim Nolan’s first Batman movie did.

SPLASH.

As the new week dawned we were joined in the Studio Of Dreams by two old friends – Blue Logan, who is setting up a temporary tattoo studio on the premises which I plan to take full advantage of, and Erol Alkan, my dear old pal from dawn of the millennium London, a crazed and dark pre-social media era when we ran that town like booze-and-otherwise-soaked twin velociraptors, stalking merrily from party to party, draining free bars and stealing Norman Cook’s drugs. How we are upstanding members of our respective communities with children and wives, running record labels and enterprises and straddling the oceans like mighty neolithic monuments to Good taste and Dedication and Hard Work. Erol has been enjoying playing with my Traktor setup very much, immediately and gleefully falling back into his old bootlegging ways, looping Hot Chip and Soul II Soul breaks  and dropping Basement Jaxx and Donna Summer acapellas atop like cluster nukes. I am very proud of my DJ library, the rock hard foundations of which I spent all those months In Wales last summer laying, and I now tend to for days a week like a beautiful garden atop a misty mountain.

Meanwhile we haven’t Game Of Thrones yet. Priorities are getting completely squiffy out here in crazytown. But never mind that. Look at that amazing photo up there, taken by the world’s premiere Dystopian Lens Shaman Allan Amato in his Downtown LA lair recently. What a magnificent thing it is. “That’s how he SEES us,” enthused Grant Morrison, “like Superheroes! Like immortal beings!” Which is true. For we are. Grant said I was in The Daily Star the other week, “DJ AKIRA THE DON PLAYS FOR HARRY STYLES, IS AMAZING,” type thing. Grant said he cut it out and kept it. The bucket list is taking a hammering, but there is still so much for us to achieve. ”Only You Can Save Mankind,” I told Grant. Which is true. If not us, then who?

 

 

 

— Tuesday, April 14th, 2015

Tuesday, April 7th, 2015

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Hercules, along with his beautiful Mamma, flew away to the UK last night, so I’m glad we have this photo for him to marvel at when he’s back there, to remind him of what waits for him here. He loved Hollywood Boulevard. I’d push him down there in his chariot and his head would crane about in wonder at the all the marvels. “I see a Bongebob! I see a BIDER-MAN! I see a BIDER-MAN daddy! HELLO BIDER-MAN” When I was his age I had Spider-Man painted on my bedroom wall. International Hollywood Herc gets to SEE him. He lives a charmed life. It makes me very happy to think of it all.

So on his last Day, we went out to find a Bider-Man to take a picture with. Now, most of the Bider-Men on Holywood Boulevard are cracked-out parasites in sodden, shit-stained, ill-fitting costumes seemingly stolen from dumpsters. We saw two such filthy reprobates that very morning, running up and down screaming gibberish at people in foul drug-crazed tandem, yet, as fortune would have it, we chanced on a brand new, super-clean, super-pro, super-suited Bider-Man within two minutes of stepping out on the Boulevard. Free of his pushchair, dragging me by the arm, Herc made a beeline for him instantly, “HELLO BIDER-MAN! I GOT SHOES!” They compared shoes, and exchanged fist bumps, and took photos. Bider-Man wondered if Herc was Australian. He wasn’t, but Herc didn’t mind. “BYE BYE BIDER-MAN!” he waved, as we left, to get our lift to the airport. “Friends,” he smiled happily, as we walked away, hand in hand. It will be hard for us to be apart again, but he knows he’ll be back soon, and Daddy and Bider-Man will be waiting, on the sun drenched street of Super-Friends and Wonder he loves so dearly.

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A cool, Martian neon sunset was falling down on the Boulevard like a drunk when I got back from waving goodbye to my beautiful little family at the airport. I felt strange, trippy, and full of love. It had been a beautiful day. Life is so bittersweet, and there is no plateau, only in death, and of that I’m less certain every day. A guy dressed as Jesus played Pearl Jam songs on an electronic keyboard at the side of the road beneath a burning pink sky. I crossed the road, and Herc’s other favourite, Spongebob waved at me. “HI GEIKO GUY! I SEEEEEEE YOU!” he chirped. I didn’t know why he called me Geiko guy, but I took it as a good sign. “Hi Spongebob,” I smiled, and walked back to the apartment. I got in the lift, pressed the button (“I pressa BOOTUUUHN!” went Herc’s excited little voice in my head), walked through the door, stepped over one of Herc’s little cars, picked up a bowl of hummus Herc had left some little fish-shaped cheddars to go soggy in, and sat in the window looking down at Jesus playing Pearl Jam songs on Hollywood Boulevard. Night fell quicker the Look Of Death upon my father’s face when he discovered I’d bust his record player, once upon a time, in a galaxy far, far away.

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— Tuesday, April 7th, 2015

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FORSOOTH! I am proud to present a brand new 70 minute mix, OH MY GOD IT’S THE MIDNITEMEN! Featuring exclusive original MIDNITEMEN tracks, brand new remixes, and certified CLASSICS, lovingly mixed by your friendly neighbourhood Don.

If you’re in LA tonite, swing by the Topshop store in The Grove from 6:30 tonight and catch us DJing, and pick up a FREE COPY of this CD. SPLASH!!!!

Topshop Presents: Oh My God It’s The MIDNITEMEN by Midnitemen on Mixcloud

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Thursday, April 2nd, 2015

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Tomorrow! OMG Its The MIDNITEMEN​ drop a new mix! It’s got sneak previews of ORIGINAL MIDNITEMEN HITS on it, alongside some brand new remixes and a gang of classics, mixed exquisitely by your friendly neighbourhood Don. We’ll be celebrating by playing an instore at Topshop where you can get a FREE CD with all your splashy purchases, then heading to rock the FULL MOON BAZAAR at Skybar at Mondrian​ alongside special guest Leighton Meester​! Holla if you wanna come through! SPLASH!

In other news, Van Halen played a gig outside our apartment the other night, which was pretty nuts. Then last night I took Charlotte to the Comedy Store to see Joey Diaz, who was an unfortunate no show, but Bobby Lee was fucking funny, as a guy with a handlebar moustache who Bobby Lee called a hobbit and whose name I cannot recall… and then Bill Burr turned up and did a random secret set and tried out some new material and it was brilliant and masterful. We also saw a RACE WAR and some people DIE on their ASSES in a spectacularly horrible fashion. We pretty much got the whole spectrum of the stand up experience. It was awesome.

Wade babysat. Herc refused to sleep and insisted on watching pepper Pig till 1am. I kind of dig pepper Pig. Daddy Pig is my role model.

 

— Thursday, April 2nd, 2015

Monday, March 30th, 2015

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Well, that was an an interesting week. I DJed a party for the Hasselhoff family at Blind Dragon the other night, which was super fun and slightly mental. They were filming an episode of The Rich Kids Of Beverly Hills in there, which my buddy Bobby Blair is starring in, alongside Le Hoffmeister’s daughter, Taylor.

This wasn’t the first time me and Pappa Hoff’s paths had crossed. I interviewed him for PlayLouder half a decade ago (an unedited version of the interview can be read here), and he did me this lovely drop, which I pulled out and opened my set with.

Anyway, it was beautiful night, Hoff was serenaded by a tiny boychild singing about treating his girl “like a movie star”, after which Taylor sang her new single, and I dropped the Wideboys remix of her single Collide, and did a live mash up of it and Drake’s Best I Ever Had and Rihanna’s Rudeboy in the manner of the head of a company.

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Not long after I was approached by The Hoff, who wished to make an announcement regarding a charity auction on the microphone, but there was no microphone because the TV production dudes had run off with all the gear so I plugged my headphones into the mic input like an old school Wu-Tang G and Le Hoff talked into my cans and raised like a billion dollars in three seconds then he gave me a hug and said he had a jacket like mine and he was going to wear it and he wished he had because then we would have been Spangly Jacket Brothers.

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Earlier this week Kanye West and Big Sean were in the club shooting the MV for It’s All Your Fault. I spent the afternoon in the DJ booth, before being eventually unceremoniously booted for being TOO FLY and potentially upstaging Kanye or somesuch. My favourite part of the day was when Charlotte and Herc came to bring me the laptop charger I’d left in the apartment, wherein they met some of my LA fam, and Herc ran around all excited and go to see the DJ booth I play in every week. “I See Daddy a WORK!” exclaimed Hercules happily, before getting super sad about having to leave as he wanted to “Play with friends.”

He got do a lot of playing though. Kate took him on a HORSE this week. I haven’t even riden a horse. What a life he’s having!

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Our old pal Darryl was in town this week. He came out to our weekly MIDNITEMEN hoedown at Blind Dragon on Saturday, and spent much of the night with his jaw dragging along the floor like an overlong necktie. It was a rare and amazing gift, to see the world we’ve created for ourselves through someone else’s eyes, an old London friend who knew us over a decade ago when we were tiny babies putting on our first club nights and learning how to use Fruity Loops.

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Its Wadey’s birthday today. We took him his favourite Swedish  breakfast of milk and croissants and presented him with his birthday present: Official Hodafther of Hercules status. He’s gonna be the best Godfather ever.

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Happy birthday Uncle Godfather Wadey. We love you so much.

 

MEANWHILE… Alongside our regular Saturday party at Blind Dragon, if you’re in La this week you can catch us at these ultra wavy events…

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— Monday, March 30th, 2015