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PRE VEGAS VLOG: MorrisonCon, Comics on The Nexus 7 & my Death's Head Tattoo

http://youtu.be/bazI8k7l8Oo Well, it's 2am and I'm posting a vlog, moving files, BPM gridding songs, reading a book, watching Battlestar AT THE SAME DAMN TIME. Gotta be up to catch my plane to Vegas in 4 hours.

MORRISONCON!

RIP Andy Williams, the source of my sample on LOVE. Thank you sir. Godspeed.

 

 

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RIP Nate Dogg. Nobody Did It Better

FUCK.

I just went to my favorite rap website and dropped a tear.

Hip-Hop's Hookman, the greatest to ever do it, is dead.

I can't believe it.

He was the fucking greatest.

I remember where I was the first moment I heard his voice (Penmon, my bedroom, about 7pm, aged 13,  overjoyed and awed at such rude melody).

He made every beat he blessed sing.

Nobody touched a mike with melody like Nate Dogg. He was so fucking cold.

The classic West Coast trilogy, G Funk Era, Doggystyle and The Chronic would have been unrecognizable without Nate.

213's The Hard Way is one of the most criminally slept on albums of all time. As is his solo album, Music And Me.

Maybe they'll get some shine now.

In the meanwhile, remeber this stone cold fucking fact:

Nobody Did It Better.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NY8UD-eLIfw

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mw0febBGS_E

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1plPyJdXKIY

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GyJDi8RHAE8

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7veFnucFJCI

Image by Dino da iScreaman

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!

From Penmon To The Heart Of Hackney Gangland...

Well, I still have 765 unread, but email blasting is going OK, thanks for asking. Amidst the mountains of dead bodies there are a few gasping survivors with useful stories to tell. I just found an email from my brother sent a few weeks ago regarding my inclusion in Penmon's Wikipedia entry as its only noteable resident! I knew nothing of this, and it was a welcome surprise, until I read it, anyway:

Notable residents

  • Akira The Don, independent Pop and Hip-Hop musician, lived in the village for some time in his youth[44] and blames the "bleak and depressing" nature of the landscape for making him "a moodly little bugger".[sic][45]

I was all like, what? I don't remember saying that! Mind  you, it is close enough to the truth. Whilst beautiful, and interesting, and rammed with massive hills to roller-skate down and abandoned quarries to explore, Penmon could indeed be most bleak and depressing, especially since I was 14 or whatever, and had to walk 40 minutes to use a bloody phonebox and call my girlfriend, since my old man insisted on picking up the phone while I was on it and cackling like Zelda from Terrahawks. Anyway, point 44 up there reffers to a post from this very website, entitled "A Fucking Fruesli Bar!" in which I wrote:

I had a great holiday in Gogledd Cymru thanks. It was sunny and everything! Did lots of walking. Hardly touched the internets. Saw my Nan. Went to a beach. Bought ancient 19th century books with ill illustrations in them. Had a cake. Went past my old houses in Nantlle, Beaumaris AND Penmon. Nantlle was best. Fucking awesome place. Penmon is bleak and depressing. No wonder I was such a moodly little bugger.

Ah, yes. I remember now. That was the time my girl took me back to the old country for my Born Day. We went to Penmon on a grey, windy day, and she got well depressed by the place, refusing to get out of the car, as I recall. We also went to see Iron Man in Llandudno. Iron Man 2's out soon, right? Let's do it again! And every time an Iron Man movie is released forever! Yes!

Rah though, surely there's another noteable former Penmon resident in the world? Didn't some crappy novelist or poet live there once or something?

Ah, Penmon - a place considered so insignificant by Google its name isn't on their map, no matter HOW far you zoom in. Even Llangoed's on there, but no Penmon! Speaking of which, I lived in Llangoed too - I went to a primary school there, and climbed many tall trees, but no mention of that on Llangoed's woeful Wikipedia page. I might have to write a song about that time I picked up a condom in the playground thinking it was a balloon, then everyone decided I'd got AIDS. Happy days!

Anyway, speaking, as we were, of Google Maps, the same email correspondence linked me to a Google Map of Hackney's gangland! Check it out:

Now, me and my little brother Ali both live in the borough of Hackney, and neither of us had any idea we were walking through GTA-styled GANGLAND on the way to flipping Tescos. I also had no idea that My Favourite Place I Ever Lived In In London, De Beauvoir Town, was run by the De Beauvoir Man Dem! Woah! I never saw any Man Dem when I lived there! Just drunk Turks and old ladies!

Maybe The De Beauvoir Man Dem ARE a gang of Drunk Turks and Old Ladies. Why not?

What I wanna know is how Google knows all this stuff, and if anyone out there wants to join a gang with ME, just so we can get on Google Maps Gangs Directory. All we need is a dope name and a snazzy colour. I say we choose the colour RED, as in PROPER RED, not the crappy translucent washed out red The Stamford Hill Pirus are using. Yeah I said it! Your red is translucent and washed out! Whatcha gonna do now, eh?

That's what I thought.

Oh yeah, and for those of you that are keeping count, here's the latest progress on Ali's hunt for a Best Man:

It's a fix!

I'm In The Basement, Mixing Up The Medicine

Good news! I mentioned on CMJ today, in relation to yesterday's AWK VS CG news as "Akira The Don from Piano Battle Judging Scholars For Truth". Ha!

Other good news! I just got 120% better at rapping!

Bad news!

The project I am working on today doesn't require much rapping!

Regardless though, it'll be with you soon.

I AM MACHINE.

MIXTAPE MACHINE.

I mixtape on the subject of

LOVE

If you have any suggestions for the tape, feel free to leave them in the comments. If you have a recorded message you want to stand a chance of making an appearance on the tape, send that to akirathedon at googlemail.com

Also, if anyone out there has time to strum some accoustic guitar and send it to me, I might be needing some of that...

Holla!

EDIT: Bonus! I've slung the OG Love tape from 05 back online, so's you can peep some growth. DAMN, I was raw. But I was eager to learn.

LISTEN: Akira The Don - John Shoot It Up

John Shoot It Up Thassright, even in death John Hughes continues to inspire. Some of that ole ATD magic done come back to me tonight, and I made this in tribute. Then I didn't stop. Guess what's turning into a tape RIGHT NOW?

STREAM: Akira The Don - John Shoot It Up ft Sigue Sigue Sputnik and Method Man

Download here.

Lucky Mud

the-boxers-son Few things smell nicer than a lady, I can tell you that much.

It made me sad to leave her, so beautiful she is, smiling, sleeping - but I didn't want to wake her up with my noisy typing.

I type with the forefinger of each hand, in a very fast stabbing motion - clackaclackaclacka! I do a lot of things the wrong way, because I was never taught, or at least, I would never be taught, and insisted on finding my own way.

When I was 17, I was living above chip shop in Smethwick in a single room with no hot water or heating, and working in a record shop and a pub. It was a dream come true. I used to snog a sweet, beamish girl called Katie sometimes, when our gang went back to her house after a hard night dancing to indie records in Snobs (50p a shot and mixer). We cuddled on the sofa and smoked spliffs and watched Rumblefish. We were like children. One day she gave me a thin yellow paperback called Fear And Loathing In Las Vegas. The following afternoon, after I'd finished flogging marked-up radio-promos to 911 fans, I took myself up to the top if New Street, and sat on a statue of a lion, and read the whole thing.

Never before had I identified so thoroughly with another human.

I never took all those drugs I took between 1997 and 2003 because of Hunter S Thompson, but I did want to be just like him. I wrote a horrid little column for Playlouder for a few years, all about my adventures in london, with the booze and the acid and the cocaine and the vomiting on strangers. I behaved unconscionably, and tormented my friends for the sake of the "story." I used words like "swine", "pigfucker", and "rotten", because they were the sort of mean, ugly little words Hunter liked to "lash together", to get his point across. I must admit, it took me quite a while to realise that I wasn't actually all that much like Hunter Thompson at all.

I am a peculiarly cheery, optimistic person, if I am to be honest with myself. Where Hunter saw doom and despair, I see beauty, and potential. Sometime over Christmas, after I'd left Wales to visit My Mother's Side, in the Midlands, my beautiful girlfriend's similarly lovely sister observed that I seem to "love everybody", and I think that I must, for good or ill (another of Hunter's favourites, that last one). Even that zit-pocked wretch of a busdriver that told me to get off his "fucking bus" last night when I took too long to find my Oystercard. Even Carl Rove. Even Lonely Blair. Even John Power from Cast.

When I was 17 I made up a bunch of T-Shirts that had "John Power Is A Cunt" scrawled across the breast. I wandered around Selly Oak at 4 in the morning, kicking peoples walls down. I started fights I knew I couldn't win with mods and rockers, because I considered them to be culturally backwards, and against progress. I raged for a future I felt owed to me, and caused more harm than good.

All my hate is gone now. I have not one drop left. I have outrage, I have sadness, I have frustration, even a little regret. But no hate is left. One day, sometime after 2004, it rose up from deep within my ass, drifted away, and evaporated. Like a fart.

I love everyone that I meet, and I especially love the people who made it possible for me to breath this foul London air, whether they meant to or otherwise. I love my mother and my father, unconditionally. Two children who raised four incredible children, with very little money, and no formal training. What awesome magic is that?

I love my blood brothers - Zef, who made my website, Alex, who made smile, Marek, who made me check my fool self. I love my friends, and I love my girl. I love the pyjama bottoms she bought me for Christmas. They have "Crack!" and "Kazam!" printed all over them.

These days I see magic in raindrops, sometimes when I try hard, and sometimes by accident. I smile at old ladies on buses, and mean-faced children on trains. Yesterday I burst into tears 30 seconds into the first song on Andrew WK's new album, a boisterous and joyful collection of of Japanese pop songs. I didn't mean to, nor expect to, but I did, and I am glad. Soon I will be old, and then I will be dead, and even though there is still so much I long to accomplish, to see, to feel... even if every day from now until then is an orgy of horror and misfortune, even if I am battered to death tomorrow morning with a tire iron on my way to buy gas, I will feel like the luckiest boy that ever drew breath. All my boyhood dreams came true. I made music that was worth a damn to someone, I travelled to distant lands, I met amazing people, I fell in love, and was loved in return.

I was blessed.

Lucky me! Lucky mud!

MANIC MINER!

I'm being throttled! My internet is slower than that frikkin turtle. So somehow I ended up doing this. oh yeah, Adam Walton sent me the thing. This flash version is dope and convenient, but this version has SOUND and better graphics. OH YEAH!

Shit, this is hard!

Hey Ali, we completed this when we was nips, right?

Akira The Birthday Don & Winemouse

Akira The Adam is currently exploring Wales with his beloved for his Birthday! (16th of May). So firstly a belated HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!! to him.

Secondly a DARK video of Amy Winehouse and Pete Doherty has surfaced on youtube, uploaded by Amy Herself. Let us know what you think of this freakery...

She knows what love is!... Awwwww.

Zef

When We Were Young

When We Were Young was my debut LP, recorded in LA, New York and London in 2005 on goliath Yank label Interscope's quarter-million dollar, and originally released by UK indie Something In Construction in 2006. Available now from The Little Shop of Awesome on MP3 and CD. CD comes with complimentary digital download. Amen.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QkUhA2o1LpM&feature=c4-overview&list=UUsoiSpBvkr4Y-78Pj3recUw

 

When We Were Young

When We Were Young was my debut LP, recorded in LA, New York and London in 2005 on goliath Yank label Interscope's quarter-million dollar, and originally released by UK indie Something In Construction in 2006. Available now from The Little Shop of Awesome on MP3 and CD. CD comes with complimentary digital download. Amen.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QkUhA2o1LpM&feature=c4-overview&list=UUsoiSpBvkr4Y-78Pj3recUw

 

Love

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t9E511x6fEw Love was born of a sample of Andy Williams' You're Nobody Till Somebody Loves You, a happy accident of a needle dropping on a piece of vinyl and jumping backwards, for a brief few seconds creating a perfect loop of its own accord.

I wrote the song in about half an hour. It was easy, because it's true, and the music was perfect.

The strings were recorded live by an orchestra conducted by the lady from The Communards, who had her newborn baby slung around her neck at the time. Everybody was in tears. The emotion translated to the record. It is a beautiful thing.