Swag out world renowned funnyman, radio presenter, DJ, Tv personality and air guitar champion Danny Robins, who wrote up this excellent interview with me for Uppror Magazine. It's actually possibly the best interview I've ever read with myself in all my years of reading interviews with myself - it is by far the best researched and written, and certainly the most factually accurate. Go visit Danny here, he is charming and erudite and he also RAPS (over Roxette samples, no less), the sign of a class act if ever there was one.
You can download a PDF of the whole thing here. And swag out Ian Davies who took those awesome photos - and fed me vast quantities of fruit in the process - and invited us into the beautiful home he shares with his beautiful wife and beautiful chillern and showed us great hospitality.
Not only that, but answered on a PARADISE GREEK ISLAND during my HONEYMOON!
There, brothers and sisters, is dedication.
Shout out my question master.
And YOU for your great questions! Dream collaborations, working methods, inspiration, motivation, love and marriage and homelessness - all these things and more were discussed over two days and three sessions, totalling over an hour and a half that I managed to get down to 50ish minutes without cutting out your questions.
I would also like to thank the good people of the Hotel Kalimera, Akotiri, Santorini, where we were staying. They were beyond amazing. Intellectuals, saints, and makers of fine bacon and eggs and rum-based drinks. Amongst other things. They upgraded us to the honeymoon sweet on our third day! And lent us books on ancient Greence and Atlantis! They were the finest hosts a honeymooning couple could ever ask for, and their hotel is a beautiful palace on the side of the island with the least tourists, right next to a gang of beautiful beaches, The Archeological Place, and a flipping VOLCANO.
I wanna go back, like, now. They have a recording studio not far from where we stayed...
The video is also noteworthy in it is the first that I have out together on my Macbook Pro, with Final Cut Pro X. I rather liked it, the magnetic timeline in particular is very useful indeed. I have decided to make a lot more videos. People like them. I like them. Video is an area I have a lot of progress to make in, as discussed in the inquisition, and I do like a challenge. If you have any great ideas for things you'd like to see me do with video, let me know in the comments.
Last night I dreamed I was in California, or Mars, walking along beautiful clifftops as blood red waves roared and crashed against the copper shore. I looked up into the sky and it opened for me, and I fell into it, tumbling soundlessly, infinitely. Then Kreayshawn showed up and gave me a joint. It was nice hanging out with Kreakshawn. She was very realaxed about tumbling infinitely through space.
It should come as no surprise then, that in so-called real life I was hanging out with Grant Morrison last night. His wife, The Legendary Kristan hit me up last week to let me know they were going to be in London this week, to congratulate me on the release of The Life Equation (which opens with Grant's voice) and to see if I fancied hooking up while they were in town. So me and my nearly-wife and my messed-up back went down to Foyles, where dude was having a public conversation about his new book, Supergods, with the encouragingly informed, competent and erudite Sam Leith, in front of a packed room of 200 deeply serious humans. It was a great talk, Grant musing amusedly on things like godhood and fiction and the fifth dimension, dealing smartly and merrily with each and every question that Mr Leith, and then half of the assembled audience, had to throw at him.
You can, natrually, read all about it on Bleeding Cool, where Rich Johnston already has a complete blow by blow account of the proceedings online. We ran into him in the lift. I knew I'd see him. I gave him a CD.
Grant came over after he'd finished, and we had a bit of a chat, then he went off to sign seventeen hundred thousand books, and Charlotte and I retired to the Green Room with Kristan, where we discussed the glory and madness of Los Angles and were supplied posh crisps and wines by the nice Foyles people. We were later joined by the aforementioned Mr Leith, and a former UK Vertigo bawse and self confessed "dope addled buffoon" Tim Pilcher (he's starred in lots of brilliant comics too), both of whom were excellent company, and thus got a CD each. After he'd finished his seventeen hundred thousand books Grant joined us and repeated his assertations that Living In The Futureand The Life Equationare both brilliant and amazing, and that I'm his "favourite new band". It also turns out we have a large shared musical ancestry, and he could hear a Graham Fellows influence in my stuff which NO ONE HAS EVER NOTICED BEFORE. (If you haven't either, check the Jilted John album, a conceptual work of genius and a brilliant, timeless pop album about Becoming A Man).
I was also cheered that everybody present got the Blake reference in the Life Equation artwork, which, again, not a whole lot of people seem to have.
Anyway. Longtime wanderers of these hallowed halls will have been reading me banging on about Mr Morrison's works for years, and anyone that's actually read it will have noticed the profound influence its had on my shit, and my development as a sentient human. Doom Patrol, Animal Man, Seaguy, The Filth, Seven Soliders, all that stuff has been an integral part of my expansion. I read The Invisibles shortly after completing my first album in New York, and it enunciated quite perfectly and beautifully everything I'd been trying to say on that record. That the dude digs my shit is a truly wonderful feeling.
So, today I have been in the dentist, getting the inside of my dead tooth drilled out, no painkiller necessary cos that thing is DEEEEEEEEEEED. I kilt it when I was 13. It was a cold, dark winter's morning in North Wales, and the netball court had frozen solid, and we took the opportunity to bomb around it with joyful abandon before assembly. The bell went - brrrrrrrrrring! - and in the skidding rush of bodies I found myself flung faceward into the ice, where I landed with a mighty CRACK. I lay for a little while, ice greedily lapping up the crimson gushing from my face, my right-front tooth smashed in half, pondering my lot. My creepy sexist pederast dentist used a brace to pull the remaining half tooth in line with it's unharmed brother, but it never recovered from the ordeal, and died.
RIP that tooth.
Anyway, over the years that dead tooth has become discoloured, has started looking like one of those fake missing teeth we used to make with little black squares of paper at school, and it suddenly dawned on me last week that I was going to have a stupid gap-toothed-looking Mad Magazine smile in my wedding photo, so I rang my dentist and demanded he fix it immediately. So now I am sat with a hollow front tooth full of bleach and a rubber mould of my top row of teeth pressing a bunch of bleach against the outside of the poor dead shell. So we shall see how we get on over the next few days, and we shall also see how having a rubber grill in my mouth affects the two songs I'm vocalling this afternoon that you will be hearing next week.
That's right ladies and Gs, for a second time, I will be answering your questions. This Friday. ANY QUESTION AT ALL! Leave it in the comments here or on the Youtube video and I will answer it. Just like last time.
So, my awesome song about how much I miss Rockstar's modern classic Red Dead Redemption was featured in The Guardian today, which reminded me that I'd wanted to make some kind of visual for it, if only so that it could have a life on Youtube, where most people seem to go to listen to their music these days, so I balanced my phone on my tripod (the phone hasn't got a screw-in thing like a proper camera would) and filmed myself singing the song whilst playing the game, which was particularly tricky during the shot in which the game is being projected onto me... I had to play whilst looking in a mirror, which only reflected a tiny sliver of the wall, and anyway, have you ever tried playing a computer game in a mirror whist rapping? That shit is harder than trying to unicycle drunk on a plank of wood, and I should know cos I've tried...
Oh yeah, I got the game fixed. Did I mention that? Turns out you can take a scratched disc to one of those GAME shops, and they'll fix your scratched disc for £2. Amazing.
ANYWAY! As mentioned, I filmed myself on my phone, then I chopped it up with some of my favorite footage from the game, and I rendered that shit, and uploaded it, and voila! You can now enjoy Lord I Miss Red Dead Redemption on them there Youtubes for all time. You're welcome! And you can look forward to a proper music video made by some proffesionals in the next week or so. Hooray!
(Speaking of videos, Lizacrunch Crunch just let it be known on Facebook that I'm Youtube's #87 most viewed musician this week! PARTAAAAAAAY!)
Now, Keith Stuart, who wrote the Guardian article actually asked me a whole load of questions reagrding the song, and the game, but as is the way with such things only used one of the answers, so I figured I might as well share the whole thing with you, since you're intered enough to have come here in the first place on this glorious day. So here you go:
1. Can you tell me how the track came about - and how the game influenced you?
Well, the song is an entirely true story, like all my songs. I was literally finding myself looking up in the sky, seeing a bird, and subsequently having a deep impulse to take out a winchester rifle and shoot that bird... I'd be right back in Red Dead Redemption world in an instant. I found I really missed it, as if it were a real place, and that it had forever altered my personal filter of what I take to be reality.
I also found myself singing "lord I miss Red Dead Redemption" to myself over and over in the shower, which is how a lot of my songs start. So I got out of the shower, sat down at my desk, and went to the Red Dead Redemption website, where the first thing I saw was their music video for Jose Gonzales' Far Away, which was used to such emotive effect in the game. I press play, and within four bars I found that the "lord I miss red dead redemption" refrain I'd been singing to myself fit over it perfectly, so I sampled it, looped it, played some drums over it, took a load of music from the game itself, changed the pitch of that so it fit with the song, and put the whole thing on loop for half an hour, at the end of which I had written completed song and dropped a tear because it was such a fucking incredible journey, and I went through it all again when I wrote the song.
2. What do you think it is about Red Dead that has caught people's attention in this way - a lot of gamers I know have had a really emotional reaction to it.
It's a lot of things... The story is deeply engaging, the characters are genuine and excellently acted, and just awesomely realized. But outside of all that, you can just roam off into the sunset on your horse, your horse which feels so real, so lifelike. The game itself is just fucking beautiful, and almost limitless. You can roam, helping people along the way, which you're happy to do because you're playing John Martsen, the greatest computer game character of all time, who's deep goodness cannot help but infect the player, so strong and pure it is... I found I didn't want to do bad things, because that's not what John Marsten would do. Like I say in the song, I could have cried when I accidentally killed my horse for the first time. It made me nauseous. So I helped all the people I could, and tried to live my life within the game in as exemplaray a manner as I could, out of respect for John Marsten.
3. What have been the responses to the track? We often see artists who namecheck games, but I don't think I've ever seen a song reacting to a game in this way - almost like a love song, I guess?
Yeah, it's a love a song. I fucking loved that game. Like I said, all my songs are true. They're either the truth of something that happened to me, or the truth of how I feel about something. But it's not often I can tell how effective my translation of that truth has been, because its mine alone. In this instance I was describing something that thousands of other people experienced, and that so many of them have been letting me know that my song perfectly described their own emotional experience has been incredible, because it means I am actually achieving what I set out to with this music, and it means I'm connecting with people on a raw level, which is a fucking swagged out and beautiful thing.
4. Have you heard from Rockstar about the track?
Yeah, they actually cosigned it. They put it on their blog and Tweeted about. I was full of joy. Hopefully they keep me in mind when choosing music for GTA5. That's one of my biggest ambitions, having a song on a GTA game. The idea of taking out a police helicopter or something whilst listening to my own music makes make grin till my cheeks are sore to just think of it.
5. And have you been influenced by other games?
I think we're influenced by everything we experience on some level, including computer games, but the effects of some are more pronounced. GTA, for example, taught me to drive. When I had my first driving lesson with my girl she was amazed at how well I steered, and that was all GTA. The game also to this day has built into me an urge to steal motorbikes, but I never actually do, obviously, because I can tell the difference between the computer game reality, and the human experience reality. I just wonder about the level of reality outside of that more nowadays, and I have computer games to thank for giving me the context within which to envisage such a concept.
So, yeah, I was sat on the train on the way back from Envy's video shoot last night reading Tom Strong: v. 1, which is a lot better than I remembered it being, when suddenly this really tall guy is looming above me, eagles circling his head, and he's all like, "is that Tom Strong? Do you like Alan Moore? Well here's my fanzine with an exclusive interview with Alan Moore in it!"
With a flourish he deposited a strange smelling high quality A5 magazine called Mustard in my lap.
And I was like, "woah, cheers dude!"
The train's brakes screeched like a cat on fire, and off he went, cape billowing in the wind, or at least that's how it appeared.
When I got home my girlfriend wasn't there and it was too cold to work, so I went to bed with my clothes on and read Tall Billowing Cape On The Train Dude's Alan Moore interview, and it was bloody good indeed. Did you know Alan Moore smokes hash every day, like Nate Dogg? I wish I could afford to smoke hash every day like Alan Moore and Nate Dogg. I should get back into magic. ANYWAY! You can read the first 4 pages of it online over here. How's that for service?
The ruling on a case between the OFT and seven banks and one building society was to determine whether the fees charged for unauthorised overdrafts could be tested under the Unfair Terms in Consumer Contracts Regulations 1999.
The supreme court found that while the OFT has power to assess the fairness of terms in consumer contracts, this is subject to limits laid down in this legislation. Regulation 6(2)(b) states that the assessment of the fairness of a term in a contract "shall not relate … to the adequacy of the price or remuneration, as against the goods or services supplied in exchange". In other words the "value for money" equation is excluded.
The court of appeal had held that this exclusion only applied to the "core terms" of the contract and not to ancillary terms such as the charges for unauthorised overdrafts.
But the supreme court overturned this ruling, finding that the charges for unauthorised overdrafts were part of the price customers paid for banking, and therefore fell within this exclusion.
The decision is a blow to more than about 1.2 million current account customers who had already lodged claims on unauthorised overdraft fees paid as far back as 2001, but which had been put on hold by the banks until conclusion of the case.
Chief executive of consumer group Which?, Peter Vicary-Smith, said: "This is a bitter blow for the millions of people who have been patiently waiting to get their bank charges back.
"Not only does it give banks licence to charge what they like for unauthorised overdrafts, but it could have ramifications for other areas of personal finance. The banks now have no excuse for introducing other fee charges.
Basically, they've used OUR "bailout" money to secure a legal victory meaning they won't have to pay us back the money they stole off us.
Speaking of which, there's a great interview with Simon Cowel from 2007 over at Playboy, which I was lead to via a Popjustice article. Mr Cowell, who has "gorilla hair" according to children on Twitter, is typically brazen in the interview, claiming his only concern is "making money, for myself and the people I work for. I mean, that's absolutely the only criterion I attach. That's it."
He says lots of other things too. Here are some of my favourites.
"If you looked in my collection of DVDs, you'd see Jaws and Star Wars. In the book library you'd see John Grisham and Sidney Sheldon. And if you look in my fridge, it's like children's food--chips, milk shakes, yogurt. I don't have sophisticated tastes. I have average tastes."
"If I went to a French restaurant--which I probably never will again--I would ask the chef to make a plate of chips. I look at those menus in utter horror. I find them appalling."
"Do I prefer Kelly Clarkson's music to Bob Dylan's? Yes. I've never bought a Dylan record. A singing poet? It just bores me to tears. And I've got to tell you, if I had 10 Dylans in the final of American Idol, we would not be getting 30 million viewers a week."
"I'm not interested in signing murderers. Other people sign murderers. I think a lot of rap acts have murdered people."
"People thought I was stupid for signing the music rights to the Power Rangers and the World Wrestling Federation. I was a laughingstock. I couldn't have cared less. I was learning the business. If I could put a Power Rangers record on the charts, I must have been good."
"Guys reach a point in our lives when we prefer TV to music. I have six TVs in my London house, including a little one in the bathroom. It's my favorite time for watching TV."
"There's something I call the daytime test. If you take a girl out at night, it's a breeze. You can drink; it's dark. The daytime is a whole new area. [Terri Seymour] passed the daytime test."
Playboy: If you went to a club tonight and saw the 21-year-old Dylan singing "Blowin' in the Wind," what would you do?
Cowell: I'd plug my ears and run in the other direction.
Shouty gun and freedom loving Texan Alex Jones, whose more cringeworthy, stupid, fearmongerey excesses I have excused in the past because of the information he's bought to the people over the years only went and killed himself yesterday. Or, he might as well have.
"BE HERE AT 11 TOMORROW," he shouted, by way of Youtube video, radio, internets and (probably), bullhorn. "THE MOST IMPORTANT BLAH BLAH IN MY TEN YEAR CAREER BLAH BLAH I STAKE MY LIFE ON THIS BLAH BLAH!"
I can't be arsed to type the exact quote, but you get the gist. If he was to be believed - and remember, this is the man who predicted 9/11 four months early! (2 years after he himself was predicted as an evil Jesuit SHILL (!!!!) by William Cooper!) - Jones had something, something so explosive the word would never be the same again afterwards. The New World Order were about get exposed, maybe even arrested, mabe even jailed as a result of something crazy ill that Jones had done. Tune in at 11 and find out!
Readers of his website duly turned up in their droves when instructed, to find...
I recently had the pleasure of sitting down with our 44th President of the United States of America, Barack Hussein Obama, while he was out promoting his health care reform initiative. I requested 30 minutes given the scope and detail of my inquiry; they said I could have 20. Twenty minutes, 1200 seconds, not a lot of time to question the President about one of the most important events in our nation’s history. The following is a transcript of our remarkable discussion.
Er, OK. That's kind of lame. Imagine it!
CS: "Heeeey, 'Bam 'Bam! So, enquiring minds, gotta know: Did the US government conspire to destroy the twin towers in order to usher in a new age of war and oppression?"
Like 'Bam 'Bams gonna turn around and go, "OK, I admit it, we've been putting cancer juice in flouride as well, sorry."
Actually, let's have an actual exert from the thing:
CS – I should point out that I voted for you, as your promises of hope and change, transparency and accountability, as well as putting government back into the hands of the American people, struck an emotional chord in me that I hadn’t felt in quite some time, perhaps ever.
PBO – And I appreciate that Charlie. Big fan of the show, by the way.
CS – Sir, I can’t imagine when you might find the time to actually watch my show given the measure of what you inherited.
PBO – I have it Tivo’d on Air Force One. Nice break from the traveling press corps.
You fucking what? The President Teevos Two And A Half Men? Really? I thought he was a Wire guy?
Ego boosted, Sheen, goes in after that.
CS – A few days after the attack, several newspapers as well as the FBI reported that a paper passport had been found in the ruins of the WTC. In August 2004, CNN reported that 9/11 hijacker Ziad Jarrah’s visa was found in the remains of Flight 93 which went down in Shanksville, Pennsylvania.
At least a third of the WTC victim’s bodies were vaporized and many of the victims of the Pentagon incident were burned beyond recognition. And yet visas and paper passports which identify the perpetrators and back up the official version of events miraculously survive explosions and fires that we are told melted steel buildings.
(The Senior aide appears again beside the President whispering in his ear. He then quickly moves off).
PBO – Well Charlie I can’t say this hasn’t been interesting. As I said earlier you’ve showed up today focused and organized. Regardless how I feel about the material you’ve presented, I must commend your dedication and zeal. However, our time here is up.
Wow. LAME. Charlie got the brush off! That's what got me, back in the day! I remember when that passport was on the cover of The Sun! I was freaking out! LAME!
Know what's even lamer?
It was made up.
I mean, obviously. Duh. But they didn't bother to let their readers, who believed it with all their hearts know it was a hoax until the following day. And even then it was by inserting the following at the end of that very long article:
Author’s Note: What you have just read didn’t actually happen… yet.
This is an open letter to the President requesting a new investigation.
Er, no it isn't! It's a stupid fictional interview, like they do in Complex, but not funny! Boo! You suck!
Really, what the fuck was the point in that? Other than to flog DVDs? (PS, Don Shoes out now!)
Alex Jones is now demanding his listeners send the fake interview to "media representatives".
How is this helpful?
"People who practice this kind of broadcasting and claim to be an American patriot do nothing but discredit all of us eventually."
William Cooper, 1998
The Truther wars are over, and Loud, Dumb and Misguided hold illimitable dominion over all. The moment for justice has passed, and the truth movement has become an Alex Jonestown. Regardless of how the best and most nuanced work doesn’t deserve it, 9/11 skepticism now wears the clown nose of National Chauvinists suiting up for the Red Chinese on the Mexican border and Obama’s FEMA guillotines. (The noise on the right is now amplified mainstream by the opportunistic likes of Glenn Beck, who keeps his armchair militia in a perpetual state of apprehended Apocalypse while ridiculing the real ruin of the world.) Serious questions and connections re September 11th have been berated and beaten down for the quick confirmation thrill of slapstick forensics which sustained controlled demolition’s imaginary crime.
You know, I caught a bit of the Alex Jones show a little while ago, and a holocaust denier rang up moaning about "the joos", and Jones DID NOT ARGUE WITH HIM! He told him to write them an article and send it in, thanked him for his call and moved on. It was weird, bubba. I felt a chill in my ass.
Anyway, never mind that. Speech Debelle won that Mercury, and my little brother says that's fucked me for next year. WHATEVER. Mine is an awesome pop album, not a whiny poetry workout. Pah!
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From The Quietus:
It's been something of a glorious second wind for a-ha, with their excellent new album Foot Of The Mountain being showered with praise by critics and fans old and new alike.
Akira the Don sat down with Mags and Morten for an amiable chinwag about their return, the influence of Morrissey and Leonard Cohen on a-ha, that Family Guy episode, and the benefits of a good moisturiser.
Yes he did! We also discussed vampirism and Hunter S Thompson. Watch on, brothers and sisters, and LEARN!
Thanks Michael for the excellent filming job, Luke for setting it up, and the band for being ace.
Go see The Quietus. They have a 3 minute longer version of the interview. DAMN!
"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?
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?
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?
So, last month The Quietus sent me into central London to link The Prodigy, and have a chat with them about a bunch of stuff for a podcast. Problem was, I only had a crappy eighties analogue tape recorder, so its taken me a month to clean up the audio enough that its, um, audible. Still I prevailed! And we have a podcast!
And its quite enlightening. Tragically the tape chewed up the bit where Liam told me that he would never forgive The Beastie Boys for their hypocrisy, and that they would be lucky if he listened to them ever again, but it DIDN'T chew up my final, and most important question.
Well, here are the edited highlights of the rest of the conversation.
Rae discusses the forthcoming Cuban Linx 2, including J Dilla and Dr Dre's invovement, how Busta Rhymes helped put it all together, and how it's the "best shit.. since Wu."
"We want to take you back to 95, vintage Wu... that Wu Shaolin style, a lot of storytelling, you know, interesting shit that you can really see on wax. When you hear it you're gonna be like, yo this the best shit I've heard since Wu."
He also speaks on the legacy of The ODB...
"Dirty's a legend man... you don't get too many kinds of emcees like that. He was a beatboxer and he was a producer and he was rhymer. He gave the whole crew the abilty to feel like, yo we could be something. Everybody assumed that RZA was always the candle or whatver on the cake... but Dirty was the candle.
...and confirms the rumoured Shaolin VS Wu-Tang album. Is RZA gonna be allowed back in?
"Nah. I think we gonna have to keep it true to what we wanted to do. We wanna make it more action, I wanna explore with other producers as well."
And his last word on Cuban Linx 2:
"If y'all don't go and get this album, something's wring with hip-hop."
Cheers Kruger and Lady D for hooking a brother up.
Sun is shining, weather is sweeter. The Omega Sanction is dropping on doorsteps from Anglesey to Alabma. Speaking of which, I did an interview with the venerable Dr Ash Akhtar about that, the wackness of the third Extreme album, and the just completed second ATD album, The Life Equation, and the forthcoming Dawn Of The Don party, amongst other things, which you can read here. I'll be posting it in the Blobblog later for posterity, but go read it here now, it's enlightening.
Friday 10th April
Akira the Don [www.akirathedon.com] joins DJ/producer/Remixer Jeffrey Disaster, delivers a full on hiphop dancefloor assault - and to launch Akira's new Mixtape with the cream of UK hiphop Mcs Live throughout the night and a bank holiday dose of r&b, mashups, bashment, reggae and dubstep for good measure
SW9 (020-7733 7515)
free before 10pm, £5 after.
I'm gonna play AT LEAST ONE Scarface record and AT LEAST ONE Kate Bush Record. That's my word.
I'll also be holding a small pile of CDRs of new stuff to randomly give to the first bunch of people who ask for them.
In other news, I'm in Hasting at Dr Stephen Hague's joint, finishing this LP which is sounding sooooo daaaamn goooood... along with coming up with brilliant ideas for new internet startups, and watching the entirety of the Daily Show/CNBC"war" . Damn, that was amazing. Cramer got OWNED!I felt sorry for the guy by the end of it. But he IS a massive fraud, and he HAS BEEN working in collusion with the swine to sell us all down the river. So, yeah, fuck him.
Hey gang. I'm still ill, so I'll be spending the rest of today working my way through all your excellent suggestions - the majority of The Omega Sanction is sample-free and self-composed/played, so it'll be fun to fuck with something else as a basis again.
Anyway. Interview time! The interview above popped up on Youtube recently, much to my surprise. It is OLD as hell - a good couple of years at least... I remember cycling out to some weird bit of London to do it back when I lived in Clapton. The guys who did it were super safe, big up them. Its a most interesting historical artifact, and worlks pretty well as an encapsulation of The Don Mk I. I look, think, sound and act rather differently to the mumbly lil' guy in the following clip, but unusually for me, I am not particularly ashamed, or embarrassed of him. I quite like him, actually. He has a funny way with words.
"I can’t work out whether I don’t like him because he made a shit movie or because he talks drivel and looks annoying," she writes. "How many times does he say ‘philosophical’?"
A lot! But, to get deep into the psyche of Herr Snyder, we just have to listen to his response to the question, what's your favourite scene in the movie?
First he tells us his favourite scene is "baby Rorschach biting the guy's face, 'cos that's my son."
Wow. Aside from that though?
"It's probably a toss up between like, you know, Rorschach throwing the [boiling] grease on, ur, the, the prisoner, cos that's just like, you know, just awesome fan fetish. It's just fun. And I also like, you know, and I do like the, the, you know, the Keane Act Riots scene, you know, The Comedian, in the Keane Act, shooting that guy with the, the tear gas cannon. It's kinda fun."
WHAT A FUCKING FREAK!!!! Someone lock his disturbed ass up! This is how serial killers think!