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SUPERHERO MUSIC

[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.

BLAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!

Superhero Music Teaser Poster # 2

ARGH!

Zef got involved!

Ish just got iller!

Yes, ladies and Gs, world famous design superstar Zef Narkiewicz is now helping me out with the design of the Superhero Music package.

Don art plus Zef design ALWAYS equals CLASSIC.

The logo-less artwork for this was sent out to preorderers on the weekend, hi-def and A3 sized for those who wish to commandeer their office printer to. But ALL OF YOU can download an A3 sized version of the image above here.

Bear in mind - that's not the cover. Just a teaser.

DAMN!

Today I wrote and recorded an unexpected new song for the project. I mean, I expected to write and record a song today. Indeed, I expected to write and record six songs between now and Thursday. Today's was unexpectedly abrasive, is the thing. It has the biggest, most thunderous drums I have squared off with in a long time.  It is called Fly Already!

I can't wait for you to hear it.

PREORDER MP3 & T!

PREORDER MP3!

As soon as I have finished this post I shall get back into writing The Heroic Age, an entirely anthemic number, produced by a superstar producer whose name I shall not reveal. FOR THERE MUST BE SURPRISES AND EXCITEMENT WHEN THIS DROPS NEXT WEEK!

Yes indeed. But this week, there is excitement enough. I will be making a rare SOLO appearance, without my band, alongside The Indelicates at The Monarch in Camden this Wednesday March 24th. I am listening to their album as I write this, it is a thing of some terrible beauty.

I will attempt to broadcast the event live on here, but I am not relying on that working, so the All New Weekly Doncast will still be happening between from  5pm GMT. Send your requests, your Doncast Dedications and anything else you deem righteous to akirathedon at googlemail.com.

Also this week, ENVY'S ALBUM IS RELEASED! Yes, Set Yourself on Fire is out NOW. I played it, along with some unreleased Envy heat cooked up at Don Studios on last week's Doncast, so you should check that if you haven't already. THEN COP THAT ALBUM! It's ace you know.

ADVENT 18: It's A Wonderful Life / Am I Still Ill?

YES!

I am.

COUGH!

SNIFF!

ETC!

Still, I am much better than yesterday, which I spent IN BED.

Pyeewm, pyeewm!

Lazer!

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!

Rah.

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?

Cheers!

Zzz

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.

Appologies

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.

Lush

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.

Rested

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.