The Mystery Of Chessboxing & The Countdown To BABYDOLL!


At the time of writing it is just 34 hours till the #BABYDOLL video drops!

Naturally, I am still finalizing some tiny things in relation to the bugger. It wouldn't be an Akira The Don project otherwise. But rest assured the video is done, edited, and aweosme, and will be with you as promised at midnight, September 11th 2011.

As will the 5-track single bundle, featuring a secret superstar remix. Can you guess who it is?

As mentioned yesterday, you can pre-order the MP3 bundle here, the FLAC bundle here, and the super-rare 5-track Babydoll promo CD here. As ever, CD comes with free digital download.

To get myself ready, I'm going to a chessboxing match at London Scala tonight courtesy o my good friend The Piper Machine. The Scala used to be a cinema, and afterwards was used as a music venue... I've seen Gonzales, Sage Francis and Outkast there amongst others, but my fondest memory of the place is going to see J Zone back in the day, and jumping off a moving bus as it raced past the venue while I was on the phone because I didn't want to be late. The show was awesome, and both J Zone and I were wearing long white rabbit fur coats, his crumpled from having been in a suitcase.

Anyway, chessboxing, since you asked, is an actual professional sport, 8 years deep, with its own federation and league, and it has nothing at all to do with the Wu-Tang Clan. It involved two humans undergoing 11 alternating rounds of timed chess and boxing. The winner is decided by points, checkmate or knockout.



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.