[sleeve id="8455"] WOOOO HOOO!

It is all but done!

I am giving it a once over now, then I'm gonna play it on the Doncast at 5pm GMT!

Then I am gonna do a final master tweak, render it and chop it and tag it and zip it and up it to preorderers. And finish the art. Then up the stream.


ATD12: RAH! The Mixtape

OH GOD MY EYEBALL IS BLEEDING! Rah though, the sun is streaming in all over my ass, I've been up all night again, this shit bangs like bonfire night, and you are all gonna love me even more than you already did. Look at the tracklisting! Whaddya mean, I done sampled Heart, Elastica, Blur and Serge Gainsbourgh this time? Whaddya mean, I got Why Lout? in, and I got Dego Brown's first rap? Whaddya mena, this is the SHIT? The future is ours! Are you MAD?! Tracklisting: Akira The Don ft Why Lout? - BOOM! (Smash Stuff) Chamillionaire - Riding Dirty More Fire Crew - Oi Prince - Lolita Ghostface - Be Easy Green Lantern ft DPZ, Immortal Technique & Saigon - Impeach The President Riz - Post 911 Blues Akira The Don - Charlie Akira The Don ft Narstie - Gitmo! Akira The Don ft Big Pun & Fat Joe - I Heart Twins Untitled Actuallity Adam Green - No Legs Fireworks - Hold It Down Narstie - Bak Anth Latue - Who's Next Mobb Deep ft 50 Cent - Pearly Gates Akira The Don ft Marv The Marsh - Oobie Doo ** Cam'ron - D Rugs Bloc Party - Positive Tension (Statik Remix Feat. Flirta D) The Streets ft Proffesor Green - When You Wasn't Famous Remix Leo - Love Custard Akira The Don ft J-Love & Serge Gansbourgh - Bless *** Swine ft Akira The Don - Melancholy Trolley Dolly Tricky - Black Steel Piranha Deathray - Bones

* - extra guitar by Son Of King Rebel ** - co-produced by Birddogg *** - samples courtesy of Evil Stretch Simon

Cover photos by Soraya

ATD11: The Hundredth Monkey

Once again I stayed up all night and got this thing done when the sun came up. It was nice to hear 2 Unlimited again. I ended up with loads of unmixed stuff, so ATD12 will be coming sooner than you may think. I'd like to thank Narstie and Bashy and Solo and Oddkidd and JTWR and YT and Tre for safeness and cleverness. And you for listening. I am a little emotional right now. Love is love. Tracklisting: Nat King Cole - Nature Boy Akira The Don ft. JTWR, MissOddKidd, Solo & Narstie - Diamonds Are For Wankers Akira The Don - Kick In The Wonderwall ft. Oasis & Biggie Gnarles Barkley - Crazy Doctor, Bearman, L Man & Purple - Let It Go Bearman - Picnic Ears - Happy Dayz Bashy - Never See Me Fall Skinnyman - I'll Be Surprised Loco Locas - Super Mario Trife Da God - Drugz Chesney Hawkes - I Am The One And Only The 80s Matchbox B-Line Disaster - Love Turns To Hate Busted & McFly - Build Me Up Buttercup Heart - All I Wanna Do Is Make Love To You Pet Shop Boys - Shameless Paris Hilton - Screwed Akira The Don - Limits In Check ft. 2 Unlimited & Busta Rhymes Akira The don ft. Bashy & YT - Remerge Meads Of Asphodel - Jihad - The Grisly Din Of Killing Steel Bravecaptain ft. Akira The Don - Jerusalem Akira The Don - Kill All Hippies Dead ft. Biggie & PRML SCRM Trick Daddy - I Wanna Sing Why Lout? - No Lisence Fee John Cale - Paris 1919 Akira The Don - Over The Rainbow


So, I got some (ha!) sleep, and I listened to the noises Birddogg was making up here while I was down in New York, doing whatever it was I was doing in New York. Like, there's some ill stuff. But one in particular is just tremendous. it is mighty. It fills my heart. And prefectly fits so many of the raps I was writing in New York, tempom flow, everything. So, what I've done, is draw various raps, and bits of raps, together, to create this New York song that's been brewing all the time I've been here. It is best I get it out now, before I FORGET. Annoyingly, the necassary component is missing. So piss.

Bad: All the stuff I bought last week - food, drink, socks, weed - is gone. Mostly. I got a lot of Ritz crackers, peanut butter and macaroni. Good: There's a Death's Head Moth on my window. (See right) Bad: There is animal shit by my window. Good: The air outside is fresh and envigorating. Bad: The air in the top level of the house, in which I am supposed to be dwelling, is thick with the stink of animal and of animal excrement.

I went to turn on the sauna earlier, and nearly trod in cat shit. Or dog shit. It could be both. Whatever. It's like, wow, sauna! Oh, catshit. Wow! Oh. Wow! Oh. Etc. So, I wanted to go into town and get a job today, to pay for my ticket back to New York, but waited about for people to come with me rather than just doing it, and the end result is it's super late now, too late to get a job anywhere, and everyone's going into town to go out, save me, who must stay at home cos he has no ID (this is a worry), and it's too far to chance not being allowed in anywhere.

A ha!

So I should write more now. I wrote a bunch earlier. Phil is worrying that Amy has forotten his ass, as she went in her tiny car to take Cecelia and James over an hour ago. But she hasn't forgotten him. It's just miles from ShanGayKen to Woodstoock! A HA!

I just asked Spiky if he has a message for the world. He said, "spitroast!" So there you go.


So, there were a bunch of updates and pictures and things, and they got wiped! Oh, the tragedy. So, a recap. On my last day on Rivington Street I saw a white thug in an open-top Hummer drive by blasting out 'I Want The One I Can't Have' and nodding along with a serious expression about his face.

Then we went.

Wade and I ended up on the coach, as there was no room in the van, or car. We got there early, and checked out the scene. The scene is small.

We don't actually live in Woodstock. We live in Shandaken, outside. Well, just outside. Half way up a mountain, hidden away by forest, amongst bears and chipmunks and what have you. In a big old dusty house full of weird porn and broken stuff, with brown water and giant ants. Like, there's a jacuzzi, but it doesn't seem to work. There is the biggest TV you've ever seen, but it's got a big black tear across the front and doesn't tune properly. It's a two hour walk to the nearest shop, whihc is a petrol station, and does a good line in biscuits. The local girl's got a lot of guns.

It is very lovely to look at up in Shandaken. Mountains covered in trees, mainly. Streams. Clouds so low you can jump up and punch them.

I miss Wade, who is back in London sorting out affairs. All my stuff is in boxes.


So I fell alseep on the sofa after 5, and was awakened gently by Super Phil at 6:20, and it transpired Bird left my bag with my passport in it at the venue last night. But Bird's got me another ID card, so we're outside waiting for Jeff to pick us up at 6:30. And at midday we're in LA, and soon after that we're in Interscope's offices,and I'm filling a bag with Nirvana, Guns N Roses, Gilbert And Sullivan, Dre, Peter Gabriel, Police and other such back catalogue. Jimmy Iovine has a signed letter from Tupac and a video console that won't switch on. And loads of ideas. A balcony. A lush view. LA is lush to look at, from these places of advantage. Like, later we visit Jeff and Trent's, and there's this fucking alien cat that loves me, and an incredible, incredible view, of this desolate wilderness spattered with money.

It was a lovely day.

But in the nighttime it is hard not to see that LA is awash with cunts. It is a sad and massive amount of cunts, and I am not sure whether it is sad because this is what the world did to them, or because this is what they do to the world, or because they are cunts, and you can see their faces rotting right in front of your eyes.