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The Soul In Vega

Hey gang! I hope you had an great bank holiday weekend. Even if it wasn't a bank holiday weekend for you. I have been mostly chained to this desk working on that awesome Street Fighter music. It's been a blast! People keep popping by and adding dope stuff to it. Envy's on her way right now. Jeres dropped by earlier just as I was about to hop in the shower. He's adding guitar to Vega right now. It's sounding beautiful. Vega has some haunting music, really he does.

So, we're in pretty awesome shape. Here's the board:

The circles on the left indicate which tracks have completed scratches on them. Ticks mean complete song. And so on. FYI, I am using one of my girl's magic whiteboard things. They're pretty useful. I hear they started life as a Dragon's Den pitch. Shout out TV enterepenours worldwide!

Oh snap! Envy just showed. She's writing on a laptop now, Said laptop is covered with stickers, like guitars in the early nineties.  Don approves. Fire imminent! And since we're still on this thing, keep those drops coming! They're great! akirathedon at googlemail.com!

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!

Christmas Comes Early To Don Studios IV

Someone asked me recently how I'd like my life to be. I said, "I would like to have loads of comic books arrive at my house all the time in thick cardboard boxes."

Well, that dream came true, cos I just got not one, not two, not three, but FOUR thick cardboard boxes with comics in them! Why, yesterday I got a jiffy bag with comics in it! I now see that that was the warm up. Tomorrow I am expecting a Whole Tree.

Oh, such glorious bounty! I got Grant Morrison's The Filth off of my Amazon Wishlist (cheers Jimbo Danger!), which I previously read on my laptop as a .cbr and wished at the time was physical, because it's just that sort of a book. I finished it at my Nan's, and it made us both ill. I was also the lucky recipient of High Society, the second giant volume of Dave Sim's celebtated Cerebus, which, to my shame, I have never read. I have been wanting to since I was 12. And I will now! Thank you Rudi de Warner! James Baker sent the the first part of Warren Ellis' X-Men run, which has some beautiful art by Simone Bianchi in it. He was the guy that did Shining Knight in Seven Soldiers of Victory. That might have been my favourite. His Sheedah were nightmarish fairie folk and I had nightares about them. When I was 7.

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Rah though. Shout out Mr and Mrs Raydome for bringing Asterix back into my life! I got a box full of of flippin HARDBACK Asterixes, amonsgt other thing, which is just crazy, so expect some bootlegs next year. I am armed to the teeth with comicraft fonts and my scanners till works.

My girl pointed out that I shouldn't have opened them cos it wasn't Christmas, so I stopped.

THANK YOU SO MCUH GUYS! And thank everyone of you that comes here and reads my crap, and listens to my stuff, and leaves comments, and tells their friends, and sends me emails, and gives me ideas. I am a lucky boy indeed to have such friends. And I am very excited about 2010. Ever since I was seven or so, I have been thinking about 2010, and how great it's gonna be. 2010 was always The Future in my head. The real future... and I don't think its gonna disappoint. Amazing Things Are Going To Happen.... to all of us. FOR all of us. Are you ready, brothers and sisters? Can you dig it?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dw9yEuwohkk

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.