Monday

Akira The Don & Son Of King Rebel rock the Rock Gardens!

Well. We drove to the other side of the country to find the venue in dispute with the promoters and the gig cancelled. Still, we got to see what Weston Super-Mare looks like. And eat some chips. Whoo!

Tuesday

Worked on some conceptual music to an advertising brief with BJ via ftps. Spent the rest of the day recording piano, brass and guitar parts for Son Of King Rebel’s EP. Very satisfying, although recording the trumpet gave me a migraine. At 2 am the electric ran out so we went to bed in the dark.

Wednesday

Woke up at half six to record James Chitty Harrison’s guitar parts for the conceptual ad music. Worked on another song about not being broke forever till Martin and Mary turned up in the late morning. Martin made us a hearty breakfast, and Mary showed me video footage of the tiny Martin spawn rolling around in her belly.  At this juncture I shall let Martin tell the story:

Marylou and I spent thursday morning at Akira’s house singing and playing guitar on this big song he has called ‘The Answer to the Anti-life Equation’ a composition that veers from melancholic introspection to big beat hip hop and a strange bit that I haven’t got me head round yet. Sounds like something off ‘OK Computer’ which is not what you’d expect from Adam which is always what you can expect from Adam. Jeres came round to work on his Son of King Rebel album and we sang harmonies on ‘I Don’t Love Jesus No More’ which has an ace chorus, I can’t wait to hear the finished thing. Adam works hard, I think he had three or four sessions going on that day. Respect. I made everyone breakfast and Adam poured scalding coffee all over his hand and cooker. Sweet.

I am a liability in the kitchen, it has to be said. Anyway, we receorded Jeres‘ vocals for I Don’t Love Jesus No More and Dustin Hoffman, which was a lot easier than I expected. Jeres’ voice has matured and grown rich and raspy since he quit booze and went batshit on the ciggs. The songs sound brilliant.

The boy wonder Narstie showed up with Nathan and Legend at about 7, and we cranked out another three songs for his album, which is sounding so, so mega.

Thursday

Wrote a new song for ATD16. Four minutes of straight rap. Drew some cartoons. Did another four joints with Narst in the evening. Read The Boys. Collapsed.

Friday

Wrote another song for ATD16. This one was pretty deep. Glacial horror stuff. Littles came by for a zoot and a catch up after the fuckery that was Nappa, and its rotten aftermath. Littles has some shit to deal with, but he’s coping admirably. Dude has a kid on the way and everything. Anyway, we ended up doing a song, which is very moving and will be on ATD16 as well.

Akira The Don & The Indeliactes was amazing! Photos coming in the morning with any luck. BIG UP EVERYBODY!

Edit:

OK, Zef’s trying to get this new photo infrastructure in place, but its proving tricky. So no big wodge of photos just yet, Just one (cheers Rachel!). Anyway. Like I said, we had a great time last night in Cambridge, and would like to thank everybody involved.

I was a bit worried when Jeres rang me at 11am slurring violently and admitting to not having been to sleep yet. But Nosleepdrunk or no, dude played ace, and so did Jeres and Mary (who had slept, and weren’t full of pop). Those that weren’t there! You missed a bunch of songs that have never been played live like Giro and Thieving. Shit is sounding mad good with bass AND guitar. AND you missed a very hot crowd. AND you missed The Indelicates. Or is it Indelicates?

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I woke up this morning and it was very cold, so I buried my head under the duvet and hoped for it to go away. It didn’t. So a little later I poked my head above duvet, and peered at my window. Outside of my wondow, it was fucking down snow. SNOW! Fat fluffy gobs of it, pow, pow, pow. I smiled at it, and went back to sleep.

When I woke up again it wasn’t snowing anymore, so I figured I deserved some Ribena. So I got some Ribena. Later on I rehearsed with James and Jeres for tomorrow’s gig (Mary was being sick, poor love), and later still I went on a train to Richmond to meet my Mam and Keef halfway from theirs. Keef is some kind of a genius and he has fixed my laptop. WE ARE BACK IN BUSINESS!

I read a graphic novel called Fable on the train, which was pretty good, and The Sun, and The Guardian. Both the latter were shit. I am not sure which was shittest. The Sun is still obsessed with lone paedos. The Lone Peodos is almost as good a name for a band as The Lone Gunmen.

I think i might form a band with Young James, as we have written a whole load of songs recently that seem to have their own identity outside of Planet Don. Maybe we have a name already, eh?

The past 3 or 4 posts have not been read by anybody, by the way, as they have been posted while the site has been frozen, as the new one is being built behind the scenes by the Wizard Of Zef. Why I insist on blogging at nobody at all is anybody’s guess, but I find it necessary. I am still full of this snot you know. I think my shell is deteriorating. Nothing lasts for ever, eh? Ale Jaca Est.