The Glory Of Akira The Don Fan Art Look at that dope video I just made! Well, WE made, me and all you awesome drawers. HIGH FIVE!

Hold tight for the next one, and send your amazing creations to akirathedon at And you've got until I wake up to get your questions for The Donnish Inquisition 2 in.



Akira The Don – It Could Never Happen Here

Rah then. Inspired by a stray thought that popped out of James Harrison's head during rehearsal a few weeks back, I give to you my video for It Could Never Happen Here, a song I started writing in 2005, the first of a planned series of Dystopias, that would one day form an opera, of sorts. It was also, at one point, going to be on When We Were Young. It went through a number of changes in the interim - at one point Madison was singing on it, and it was set in 2029, rather than the unnamed dim distant future it now resides in. The video above was edited by me, and the footage was taken from my all time favourite anime, Gunnm, AKA Battle Angel Alita, one of the most moving pieces of art ever did I witness. Enjoy.

It Could Never Happen Here is taken from the I Am Not Dead (Yeah!) EP. Get yours here.

B.O.B. + Al Stewart = Lovely

B.O.B. and Al Stewart I was kinda sleeping on B.O.B. until I heard him piss on Charles Hamilton and Asher Roth on that Obama joint. The there was that Autotune joint. Last week I heard In The Sky, which I loved, and today I heard Leftfield Lovely...

which samples Al Stewart's Year of The Cat! I was like, damn man, this is awesome, despite the fact I recently sampled that joint, and shall have to let it slide (and I sampled a couple of other Al Stewart joints anyway). Fuck it, dude did it proud. And having a sick-ass 20something rapper from Atlanta chopping up Al Stewart is just too cool.

Check it:

B.O.B.  - Leftfield Lovely

Al Stewart - Year of The Cat

Hit the jump for In The Sky, and the This is 50 interview...


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.


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.