The Day That Supergrass Split Up!


What tragedy!

Now, true, I have not listened to a Supergrass album since their second one, In It For The Money, a dissapointingly serious affair after the punk rock exuberance of their awesome debut, I Should Coco. I nicked it from an Our Price in Redditch, I think, which says something about just how long ago it was that Supergrass released their second album. Indeed, it was that halycon summer of 1997, the year before Freeserve introduced the internets to the country and everything changed, forever.

That year I was in Redditch. We did a lot of hedge jumping to that Richard The Third joint. 10 years later me and Bizzle supported them at the Dublin Castle in Camden. Warners were considering signing me at the time, and me and my band came on in crazy ninja wrestling masks and scared them off.  I got everyone in the crowd to turn around and swear at Wade, then chastised them for doing something soc ruel just because someone told them to.

What a mean thing to do to an audience!

Anyway. Yesterday's post about Penmon prompted the following from Iwan Roberts on Facebook:

Waaaw i was working on the roof there not so long ago! A french woman lives there now!

I was like, "Really?! Ooh la la! How's the roof?"

Iwan Roberts was all like, "The roof = Not well! The atic sees more light then a ty gwydyr lol"

I was like, daaaaaamn!

There's some roof-wrecking French woman living in my old house!

That's eerie, bubba!

"Ty gwydyr," is Welsh for Green House, in case you were wondering.

So, those awesome Superhero Music T-shirts are packaged up and ready to fly. My packaging game went up a levl today, look forward to that. AM getting this ish down to a FINE ART. Shout out Adam Walton who played Fly Aready! from that Superhero Music on his BBC Radio Wales show last night! Blaow!




[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.


Superhero Music Ad # 1, And How I Started Making Music


Behold, poster number 1 for that Superhero Music, coming atcha at the speed of AWESOME this month.


You can watch me drawing it here.

Now, don't get it twisted - that's not the cover. That's just the first advert. A big ass version of that will going out to preorderers tomorrow. Preorderers can also expect their first exclusive video content early next week. Music will start leaking soon too.

Drum roll...


An audiovisual event of Galactean proportions from Akira The Don! March 29th 2010!



Yeeeeeeeah baby.

So, Kidproskate sent me an email just now. He (or mayhap she) writes:

I just want to say that you inspired me to make music and I wanted to know what software did you use when you first started out?

Well, firstly, I thank you for a your email, succinct and sweet as it is! And thank you for your question. It is an excellent one, that I can't believe I haven't answered properly before....


I started producing my own songs back in 2004 2003. I messed around with Fruity Loops, which my old pal Kool Kid Fresh from Crack Village had shown me, using the keyboard I type with instead of a proper one, and my girlfriend at the time Liz's copy of Acid, all on a super-crappy oatmeal grey PC. I think it was Acid 4. I chopped drum sounds out of old vinyl in Soundforge.

Soon after that Fruity Loops turned into FL Studio - because the previous name was putting sexually insecure rap producers off using it (true story!) - and I started getting into VSTs and software synthesisters like Absynth. I had a cheap ass microphone I got from Dixons. Around that time also another important thing happened - my friend Mothboy introduced me to compression. This was all I needed to make tunes that sounded so great that Interscope gave me a record deal, and I spent a whole gang of their money on getting a souped up PC, an excellent audio interface and microphone and proper, legal copies of all the software I used. I also invested in some brilliant, if pricey softsynths, like Spectrasonics' Atmosphere and Trilogy. I also got a Roland Juno-D Synthesizer which is ace for writing songs on even if the PC's switched off. I use for its internal sounds and as a midi device.

Nowadays I still use ACID Pro (which is up to version 7) and Sound Forge, both of which have been bought by Sony since I started using them, but I don't use FL Studio anymore. I use Fxpansion's Guru (another suggestion of Mothboy's!) running through Acid for banging out beats with my Akai MPD 16, which is basically the pads from an MPC connected via midi to the computer. My favourite synths are still Spectrasonics' as well. Atmosphere has upgraded to Spectrasonics Omnisphere, which is an a amazing, hugely powerful synthesiser cable of almost anything I could wish for from a synth, and Trilogy just turned into Trilian, a shockingly versatile bass module. I still chop drum sounds off of old vinyl.

I should probably do a video about all this, huh? Back in the day me and Birddog were talking about doing an instructional series teaching people who to sample and make tunes in Fruity and Acid. I should get back on that. Each one teach one, right? Spread wisdom!

Right. Speaking of which, Matt Hall, AKA normannumneric emailed me the following:

This has mysteriously appeared in my local Norwich underpass. Gives me a smile on my way to work in morning!



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.


After a nice little rest, I am back in London with a pink pack of eyeballs on my case. That shit looked nice on IE, but fucked up Mozilla. I don't know what it was doing to Macs. So he will live to the right. Read a bunch of Hilaire Belloc's The History Of England Vol XI, From The First Invasion By The Romans To The Ascension Of King George The Fifth on the train. I now realise that we are living in an oligarchy. Well, a strange, new fangled sort of oligarchy masked as a democracy. With a bit of a monarchy. But it is an oligarchy, nonetheless.

This book was published in 1915, and, interestingly, predicted that Russia would do what America has. The author is also in favour of true aristocracy, and I can see his point.