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The Day That Supergrass Split Up!

Oh no! You guys! SUPERGRASS HAVE SPLIT!

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!

ORDER MP3 & T!

ORDER MP3!

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!

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!

21010: The Competition!

OOOOh KAAAAAAY!

It's Friday.

You can't be arsed to do your job.

You need a reason to waste your time.

I give you a reason:

GLORY!

and

PRIZES!

Yes, it's competition time.

You can win:

1st prize: A PAIR OF DON SHOES!

Runners up will win prizes including: T-Shirts! The Omega Sanction, Thieving & Stunners 130 on CD! Stickers! badges! MP3s! Doodles! Etc!

So, what do you gots to do?

Well.

I want YOU to name the songs featured in my 210 songs in 10 minutes record breaking ultra-mix.

Leave them in the comments, or post them on Twitter with the following hashtag:

#21010 http://bit.ly/2mis67

The 1st prize winner will be the entrant with the most CORRECT guesses (limit yourself to one guess per post/tweet so I can calculate easier!). HOWEVER! I am not expecting a single individual to name them all. Between you all, I suspect you might come close. Only together are we that awesome. So I will be adding all the names of CORRECT entrants to a digital hat, and picking a winner an hour for the rest of the day. Those winners will then go into another digital hat, where their prizes will  be worked out randomly.

OK?

GO!!!!!!!!!!!!

Raygun Are The New Spinal Tap!

All hail RAYGUN, the new Spinal Tap!

Shame the tunes don't come close to the greatness of that one about "The Majesty of Rock" and "The Mystery of Roll." Ah vey. Check the wisdom:

"If you stuck Iggy Pop, James Brown, David Bowie and, um, Shirley Bassey in a lift... you'd have our band! Ha ha ha!"

Where's my SMH gif?

smh

Ah, there he is.

"We'll be at home, kocking up some beats or whatever on reason or Logic or, you know, Ableton or whatever, then we, we kind of... we get together... and mash... you know, hy... two types of songs... sort of a hybrid... of songs, really. Delia Smith style, you know, Phsychedelia Smith, chuck it all in and see what happens."

Only a gif can describe my feelings right about now. Where's that gif I use in times like this?

headmsahing

Aaaaah. There he is.

There's a part two. You want a part two?

Well, have one anyway.

Oh dear Lord I just did some kind of awful scretching cackle at 2:01 and freaked out my neighbours. Ray Gun descibes what their song, Waiting, is all about.

We waited eight years to get the record, out. You know, we'd been writing for eight years, there was time, when, you know, we had no work, and, there was, there was a time when I was at the job centre, trying to get a... job. In music. And they couldn't even get me a job in one of the record stores."

There is no gif for this. Anyone got a suggestion?

EDIT: Ray has apologised.

Loop A Loop (Akira The Don Remix)

I was honoured to be asked to remix this, because it is a truly brilliant song and a modern classic. I have no idea why I decided to rap half of it in Welsh, but I did, and it was, strangely, the first time I'd ever recorded a verse in my ail iaith... I must do more. Anyway, the band liked this remix so much they invited me to perform it with them at Bush Hall. I had an amazing time - rapping with a full band, drums and all, is a rare treat, and The Crimea are pros.

The sample at the beginning is taken from an interview with Susan Joy Rennison on Red Ice Radio. I recommend the hell out of those cats because they're thorough... their archives are incredible, a real treasure trove. Hail them and their Swedish Swagger.

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.