And Le Winner Of Le LITF Hat Is...


Yes, last week I decided on a whim to give one of my awesome new Living In The Future Snapback Trucker Caps to the human being who came up with the best use for one, other than wearing it. We had a mighty 41 entries, most of which were very bloody good, but there can, of course, be only one winner. And so, Zef and I just spent an hour going through each and every one to determine that winner. The process was scientific and righteous: Zef read the entries out over Skype, and me and his girlfriend Kelly gave our opinions. I wrote down the best ones on a piece of green paper, and we narrowed the seven best down to the eventual winner.



Brendon Selley:

Gaffertape it to my cat's head and take an hilarious photo to upload here.

AHAHAHA! What a great and creative thing to do with a Living In The Future Snapback Trucker Cap! Brendon wins, but ONLY if he promises to keep to his word, and send us a photo of his cat with the Living In The Future Snapback Trucker Cap gaffer taped to his head. Because that's why he's won. WE WANT TO SEE THAT PICTURE. Zef especially likes the gaffertape angle. "He didn't just say, 'I will put the hat on my cat won't he look cute'", explains Zef. "He promised GAFFER TAPE, and that is amazing."

Yes it is. Congratulations Brandon! You (and your cat) win the LIVING IN THE FUTURE SNAPBACK TRUCKER CAP! Send your address to akirathedon at gmail dot com and we'll get it right out to you. And don't forget to send us the photo!

A special HI5 to our VERY CLOSE runners up, in this order:

Raydome Rufio You could get the hat, a bottle of Rosé and a snare trap and use it to catch Scroobius Pip! A Pip trap!

Ahahaha! That would be amazing! What a beautiful mental image! He'd so fall for it too! In fact, I might try it myself!

Chris Ross Could line it with moss and hang it in the tree outside our house as a modern ready furnished nest to let !

Zef: "It's future thinking. It's eco friendly AND creative."

Matt Hall To help relieve a pregnant lady needing a wee in the street in the absence of a policemans helmet. Helmets and policemen are so yesterday.


James R. Willans to beat eminem senceless

Zef: I like the idea of how long it would take. I mena, a hat is light. It could take days, if not weeks of beating. Just imaine!"

Personally, I liked the spelling. Anyway! Well done everybody! You are ALL WINNERS! Scroll down to see all the entires, I am sure you will be awed and inspired by the vast depths of creativity.

So. We shot the Babydoll video on Saturday. It was a beautiful experience, and I would like to extend a hearty HI5! to all who were involved. I don't really want to say much else about it, or post photos, as I want you to go into the watching of it pure, as I did with the excellent and stunning Pedro Almodóvar movie The Skin I Live In which I saw the other day knowing NOTHING ABOUT IT IT WHATSOEVER. Even if I'd read the movie poster it would have spoiled a little of the experience. But if you are really intent, photos have started popping up around the interwebs.

In other news, I started a popular hashtag on twitter yesterday: #TOMWAITSMOVIES. I dropped a couple at 10:30am and it was still going at 18:30. There were some really good ones: "The Assassination Of The Coward Tom Waits By Tom Waits", "Reservoir Rain Dogs", that sort of thing. Ah, hashtags. The butterfly that flapped its wings and caused a tsunami. Well, the human that dropped a silly Tweet leading to a couple hunnerd other humans dropping silly tweets. Not quite The Glorious Revolution. But an interesting exercise in hive manipulation, nonetheless. I have been reading Jaron Lanier lately. he shares many of my concerns. I am going to write him a letter and see if he wants to make a song with me.

ANYWAY! How's about the entirety of those Living In The Future Snapback Trucker Cap entries? Let's go!

Yo Donovan Its Tuesday Already!

Yeah, I am totally sat around with my thumb up my ass.


See, what happened was, was I got back off tour to discover that The Life Equation's CD booklet got printed wrong. Just 4 pages instead of 12. Anyway, turns out that in my rush to get out on tour I had made ten, and not the tweleve required (this doesn't explain the four pages that were printed, but never mind that right now). So I am making the final two pages, which are, as with my previous album releases, a beautiful and vast photo collage spanning the recording process.

WHICH YOU CAN BE IN! If you leave a comment with your photo in it in the next half hour. They're already doing it on Twitter and Facebook, which are great avenues for that sort of thing, BUT YOU CAN DO IT HERE TOO...

So I am finishing that off, and doing the sleeve for LITF 2.5 which is about to drop, and the TLE T-Shirt, which I HAD a version of, but realised that I could do a better one... so yeah, I am doing that, amongst other things. My apologies for the delay in all the stuff, but I am but One Don, and I aim very high.

Anyway. How have YOU been?


[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.



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 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.