My pink thing has finally been given life… after emerging from some paper and ink a year or two ago, my smallest brother Jozef has realised his being, as was meant to be. You can’t hear, but inside that pink, those eyeballs, it screams.
Big up Mothboy, Birddogg, KKF, P Mo, Rosie, Carpet, The Rub, and all who made our bus at Homelands dope, despite all the technicalities. I love you brothers, that shit was tight, I even love you Kool Kid, despite what you did to ‘Black Regent’. I love that shit! HAHAHA! It is good.
Somehow, cos I was run ragged “running” a bus, I never got any photos. If anyone did, could you mail me? (Address above) .
Mixtape 2 is well underway, and should be done by next week, when we’re COMING TO AMERICA, just like Eddie.
Thieving cunt security robbed all my weed at Homelands, but I feel peace right now. Word.
I was up till 7 or so this morning doing the sleeve for my EP, which had to be done by today, then up at ten or so giving the tracks a final mix. I am pleased to say they sound awesome. Mothboy came round the other day and gave me more knowledge. Knowledge is power. This week’s best tip: stereoenhance hooks.
Tomorrow catch me and the gang at the SoBe PlayLouder bus at Homelands, Winchester. It’s big and green and situated between the hip-hop and house arenas.
Joining me will be:
Birddogg, Mothboy, The Rub, Carpetface, Kool Kid Fresh, P Mo, Mr Mouth, Mothboy, Luke, Jeres, and some SPECIAL GUESTS! We’ll be having a rap smackdown too, some come and sigh up.
The internet is awesome. 88 people copped the mixtape between 1am and 5am last night, and 60% of them were in America. Over half of those were at school. I can see these things, I am like NetGod. Anyway, I am glad you are learning something useful at last over there in AmerikkkaLand, and I look forward to seeing you. A very lovely lady from the bank gave me a loan today so I can buy the plane tickkets after all. Some dates will be announced tomorrow.
Stuff has been crazy these past twently four hours. I watched in annoyance as my dumb arm locked me out of my flat, and had to cart a 15 foot ladder 20 minutes up the Kingsland Road. I wore it around my neck, and resembled some weird submarine skeleton, and now my shoulders are a swollen mass of bruise.
Amongst sorting MP3s for Homelands and Roni Size and London Elektricity and Lydia Lunch interviews I found time to drop some mixtapes by the local barbershops where engaded in a cipher and met a host of excellent talent, many of whom will pop up on the next ATD mixtape. Which I am assembling now – if you’d like to contribute in some way, be it a rhyme or a beat or an big explosion, email me.
Anyway, I did my first interview this morning, and you can read it now, which is pretty dope. It is at the reliable and lovely ireallylovemusic site.
It is. Akira The Don The Mixtape Vol. 1 can be listened to in the music section. Those of you with 56k connections (like me) won’t have too graet a time with it mind. Actually, saying that, mine just started flowing, so you never know. But you broadband swine are sorted.
PLUS! The first batch of ACTUAL WORKING MIXTAPES went out this morning. So look out for them in your mailboxes, kids.
As ever, I am a mass of conflicting emotions, following a freak round of occurrences and phonecalls… I just interviewed Jazzy Jeff, who is a lovely man, and felt very positive, then I got a phonecall which gave the impression that my assumed source for the flight costs for this US/Japan thing might not have been such a safe bet. This fills me with sadness, for I am now faced with the task of finding £900 or thereabouts in a matter of days, and I know not how I will. Ebay takes a week, and all my records are shit, and the good ones wont fetch any money because they are in Bad Nick. Plus the council are breathing down my neck like rapists for last year’s tax. I wonder what council tax rates are like in Normandy.
Perhaps there are a lot of pennies behind my sofa.
Or perhaps not. But I did learn something today – if you want to burn audio CDs, don’t buy ones that say “Audio” on them. They don’t work. If you’re rocking a PC you need CD-R of equivalent drive speed to your shit for it to be smooth and not a god-awful noise. I found this out when, after spending the weekend burning off stacks of plastic with which to entertain all you lot, I tested one, and it was horrible. You could sort of hear the music, beneath a torrent of squall, but it was not worth the pain. I tested another, and, same story. I fact, the whole lot were ruin-ed. I realise a number of people must have similarly deficient Akira The Don CDs, and for that I can but offer my deepest sympathy. Mail me and I’ll see how I can help.
Now, however, shit is dandy, and the PC is pumping our lush sounding discs of dope. In the morning, the huge number of you who mailed for mixtapes will be sent mixtapes. And that is very exciting.