OK gang! Today I shall be recording the first All New Weekly Doncast, LIVE from Don Studios IV, via the magic of Ustream... The broadcast with start officially at 5pm UK time, but I shall be testing on and off prior to that time. Yes the royal we will be taking requests, and doing shout outs. Whoop!
We did it! THAT WAS FUN, EH? Cheers gang! You rule! Now to see if it recorded...
Oh no! You guys! Ustream's default recording is flv! Mono! Sounds like crap! Looks like what went down tonight will only be experienced by those that were there!
Which is kinda awesome when you think on it.
* thinks on it.
WOW! AWESOME! THAT WAS AN EXPERIENCE EH? A THING OF THE MOMENT! NEVER TO HAPPEN AGAIN!
Well, a Doncast will happen again. Same time, 5-7pm GMT next Wednesday. And I will record it with my own machines of recording, and my mike levels will have been sorted in advance based on what we learned this week. So who knows? Everyone might get to share in the magic!
Still, I am much better than yesterday, which I spent IN BED.
And if I had a laptop that worked, I might have watched the film you see above, It's A Wonderful Life, what is prolly my favourite film ever, or at least in the top 5, depending on what day it is. Somehow that film gets better every time I see it. True stories! Apparently it's showing at Screen On The Green in Islington on Christmas Eve. If my Ebay sales go well, that's me sorted. IMAGINE!
Cough though. Still Ill. I still haven't sampled that frickin' song.
That was gonna be the name of my second album, ages and ages ago.
I'll get on it at some point.
It's on the list.
Man, the list.
What a scary thing THAT is.
Hey, you like the snow?
It snowed hard last night. I didn't notice cos I was ILL in BED as you know already. Today I see it settled atop the roofs of cars outside my window, and it gives me a little pleasure.
I gotta say, being ill when you have a person that cares about you in the house is way better than being ill when you're alone. I used to hate being ill when I was running dolo. Now I have a beautiful girl to bring me chocolate and make sympathetic noises. Lucky mud!
So, if you're ever ill dolo leave a message on here. You're not alone!
Rah though, I better get back to the drawing. I gotta finish these avatars, and get on with designing the new video looky.
Can somebody suggest some good long things to listen to? Podcasts, mixtapes, that sort of thing?
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.
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.
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.