July 2006
Thursday, July 27th, 2006

What was it you said in your email earlier?

“I feel more at one with the climate than I ever have done before. I feel as if the air and myself are not two separate entities but that everything is one and made of one big thing.”

Which is true. That’s the actuality of the matter. And of matter. I just took a slug from a bottle of water. And nothing happened. Well, something happened – I downed two thirds of a big ass bottle of aytac. But I didn’t feel it. It was the same temperature as me. It was the same matter as me. It was like adding a part of me to myself. If that makes any sense.

One day everything will feel just like that.

— Thursday, July 27th, 2006

Thursday, July 27th, 2006

Boy, Pink Grease were awesome last night. Made me totally forget about the real world for about 36 minutes.

Oh, those crazy Israelis. If they’re not bombing the Red Cross in the Lebanon, they’re shooting up funerals in Gaza. Actually, Israelis isn’t fair. That’s like me saying its Yanks and Britishers raping Iraq. Which it is, but its not as if these actions reflect the will of the British and American people. I know, having lived in both places and done lots of going into bars I probably oughtn’t, that even the crazy right wing racists gun-chuggers aren’t behind out current bloody folly. I mean, its not like they’re even getting anything out of it at all. As one old bugger said to me in LA, “we’re there to steal their oil, that’s fine by me. So what’s this three bucks a gallon bullshit? Something is fucked up.”

Depending on the the time of day, and how long it is since I last quit smoking, I will give you a different answer on the question of collective responsibility, however. Sometimes I think it is as much my fault that all of this is going on as, say, Blair’s, because I have been in a position where I could have killed him twice and I never.

Ho ho, eh? Tomorrow, Greg Palast tells me, “Exxon is expected to report the highest second-quarter earnings of any corporation since the days of the Pharaoh, $9.9 billion in pure profit collected in just three months”.

10 Billion in three months?! WOT? And you still think Blair runs the country?! Are you MAD!?

“Exxon’s brobdingnagian profits simply reflect the cold axiom that oil companies and oil states don’t make their loot by finding oil but by finding trouble,” continues Dr Palast. “Finding oil increases supply. Increased supply means decreased price. Whereas finding trouble — wars, coup d’etats, hurricanes, whatever can disrupt supply — raises the price of oil.

A couple of examples from today’s Bloomberg newswire are:

“Crude oil traded above $75 a barrel in New York as fighting between Israeli and Iranian-backed Hezbollah forces in Lebanon entered its 14th day… Oil prices rose last month on concern for supplies from Iran, the world’s fourth largest producer, may be disrupted in its dispute with the United Nations over its uranium enrichment … [And, said a trader,] ‘I still think $85 is likely this summer. I’m really surprised we haven’t seen any hurricanes.”’

Anyone who observed in horror as that Weather Modification bill passed in the US last Autumn probably felt as sick as I did reading that last comment. The rest of you, stop sniggering at the back and go do your fucking research. They sussed out how to control hurricanes in the 60s. Cloud seeding, I believe they called it. Anyway. If you think the same crazy nutbars refusing to call a ceasefire in the Middle Of The East right now wouldn’t fuck with a storm to make themselves another valley of cash, you’re smoking the same crack they are. Get this into your face, baby – those people we’ve entrusted with our safety, those people meant to be looking out for us – they’re not looking out for “us”. I don’t know when they ever were. Not in my lifetime, bubba. Ain’t nothing nice about these motherfuckers baby. Ain’t nothing nice.

Yo, I gotta say it again: $9.9 billion.

Get me?

— Thursday, July 27th, 2006

Monday, July 24th, 2006

I am so excited by my work today I have perhaps foolishly taken a little piece of it and placed it on this here internet for you to look at. IT IS ACE! And after a few missfires in my brain, I have sussed my LP cover. My LP cover is so the shit. If I saw my LP in a shop, and I had no idea who Akira The Don was, I would think, ‘wow, what a fucking awesome sleeve, there is no way the record can be as good as that sleeve.’ And I would be WRONG. My album is amazing.

I had a good day, thank you, nobody drove a tank through my flat, and I did loads of drawing, and achieved all the things I was meant to. I was worrying I might not be able to make my mate Baz’s stag-do this weekend, but maybe I will after all now. We shall see. I have a 16 page booklet to illustrate, a Boom remix to helm, 747s remix to complete, a video to script, storyboard, and do a good quarter of the drawings for…


I am suddenly less hopefull. We shall see. I have other matters to attend to also. Matters of great, great importance!

My boy Dego was about earlier, someone’sskygodblesshissocks, and he’s off to see his boy on the morrow. Luke’s thinking of more than one now (greedy!). Chandra and Erol are about to start spawning. Boys, boys, and girls, girls, all over. I might maybe have some little babans one day, and teach them to eat vegetables at an early age, and watch out for swine, but then again I might contract cancer of the balls or get eaten alive by a lemur.

I quit smoking again today, which initially appeared to be a piece of cherry favoured piss, then only went and transpired to be quite worse than any of my three previous attempts. Or was it two? Either way, I found myself driven into quite a substantial rage by silliness, shouting at my computer AND my little brother, who is on holiday with his sweetheart in North Wales, and is probably not looking forward to having to come back down here and work on my next video. Oops.

I don’t know what’s going on, but a great many of you have written to me over the past week telling sorrowful tales of being dumped. I don’t really have much in the way of advice on the matter, to be truthful – I might be pretty good at making new songs and pictures out of other people’s old songs and pictures, but I am pretty crap at making lasting muticity out of flesh and poetry. In my experience, if the ones you rather fancy aren’t boffing idiots called things like Daff or James or Ishmael or Prince Imraan Ballyhoop The Third then they’re drooling acid and going at your neck with scissors, or sneakily turning into your Mum. This one time I thought I saw some kind of middle ground, but it turned out to be a bubble in my right eyeball caused by flouride build up on the inside of my over-worn contact lenses, and I had to spend all night in Moorfeild’s eye hospital squinting at Lil’ Kim’s freakish visage in The Source – which might be shit this month, but it was even shitter on that one – while a fat lady with eyes as thick as porridge and a hide the colour of bile wailed at all and sundry for the duration about the mystifying gall her husband had had to run off with her cousin Thelma. And what that has to do with anything I will never know, but have you ever heard of anybody called Thelma outside of a cartoon about a pussyfied dog and a bunch of hippies in a van running into random politicians and pillars of society dressed up as pederasts and chat show hosts? Me neither.

Oh yeah – don’t worry. You’re going to have loads of ace things happen to you (alongside loads of crappy things, but that’s OK, in fact, that is NECESSARY for the enjoyment of the ace), for the REST OF YOUR LIFE. SWEET!

— Monday, July 24th, 2006

Monday, July 24th, 2006

“Life is just a lie, with an “F” in it”
Sage Francis

I smoked so many cigarettes today. This is because I am quitting tomorrow. Again! I am following the logic that applies in the last days of an oligarchy. I was in Islington with my old friend Matt Foster, mixing BOOM properly. I mean, my mix was pretty good, right? But I am no professional, yet. Matt is. Matt made it as big as it was in my brain. Thank you Matt. So, if Justine Frischman clears the sample (and she would be terribly mean not to), it will be a double A side with Oh (What A Glorious Thing) and my next single release. Tits crossed!

A few old news stories you may do well to read. Perspective, and suchlike.

“Palestinian security forces have arrested a group of Palestinians for collaborating with Israel and posing as operatives of Osama bin Laden’s al-Qaeda terrorist network, a senior official said yesterday.”


Israel and Hamas may currently be locked in deadly combat, but, according to several current and former U.S. intelligence officials, beginning in the late 1970s, Tel Aviv gave direct and indirect financial aid to Hamas over a period of years.

Israel “aided Hamas directly — the Israelis wanted to use it as a counterbalance to the PLO (Palestinian Liberation Organization),” said Tony Cordesman, Middle East analyst for the Center for Strategic Studies.

OK. So we know a little of the how. But why? Why, and why now?

Big up Jeff Wells, whose latest post I am stealing from here. (I would link you, but I know only a few of you will click it. A lot more of you will read on. It is easier.)

From Reuters, on the eve of the IDF’s ground offensive, “Late night calls from Israel spook jittery Lebanese”:

At first, Bushra Khayyat tried to ignore the incessant ringing of the phone at her house in Lebanon’s southern port city of Sidon. It was 4 a.m., but she finally got out of bed.

“I said hello and got a recorded message from Israel,” she told Reuters.

In clear Arabic, the strong voice on the phone said: “Oh Lebanese people, we tell you not to follow Hezbollah. We will continue to strike and no one will bring your prisoners back from Israel except the Lebanese government.”

Other residents of the south have received similar calls.

“My grandmother got two calls at 5 and 6 in the morning saying the Israeli state would not stop the attacks and asking everyone to leave the area south of the Litani,” said one woman who is stranded in Sidon. “She slammed the phone down.”

“Operation Litani” was the official name of Israel’s 1978 invasion of Lebanon, intended to drive the PLO across the river and beyond the range of Israel’s northern communities. The southern reaches of the Litani run parallel to the border – a “natural” border, thought Chaim Weizmann – before emptying into the Mediterranean north of the port of Tyre.

From Lonergan and Brooks’ Watershed: The Role of Fresh Water in the Israeli-Palestinian Conflict, published in 1995:

Israel’s incursion into Lebanon and the establishment of the “Security Zone” in the early 1980s allows it access to the lower reaches of the Litani River (which flows within 10 km of the Israeli border). These actions, coupled with past unsuccessful attempts by Israel to reach an agreement with Lebanon to share Litani water, have led to great Arab concern that Israel will unilaterally divert the Litani into the Jordan River…. In a letter to the British Prime Minister, David Lloyd George, Chaim Weizmann noted [in 1919] that Lebanon “is a well watered region . . . and the Litani River is valueless to the territory north of the proposed frontiers . . . . It can be used beneficially in the country much further south” This interest in the Litani continued through the 1950s, when both Prime Minister Ben-Gurion and Moshe Dayan, Israel’s Chief of Staff, advocated Israeli occupation of Lebanon up to the Litani River. The fact that Litani water is very high in quality with a low mineral content only enhances its value — and the perceived threat.

During the years of southern Lebanon’s occupation, there were persistant rumours, eventually proven unfounded, that Israeli engineers were constructing a tunnel to divert the waters of the Litani towards the south. As Lonergan and Brooks write, “the lack of any evidence supporting the claim of an Israeli diversion of Litani River water does not mean that some Israelis do not covet the Litani River. It is the only nearby source of surface water that would allow Israel to maintain its present consumption rates and avoid the difficult choice of whether to reallocate water away from agriculture.”

If Israel again reaches the Litani and holds it, the pressure will be that much greater to exploit Lebanon’s waters, because the environmental exigencies are that much more exacerbated this century then they were even twenty years ago. In 2002, Ariel Sharon threatened Lebanon with war if it diverted the water of the Hasbani River from the Sea of Galilee, Israel’s largest reservoir. How will nations behave when they’re dying of thirst? America’s giant Ogallala aquifer could go dry in two decades. Sooner or later, we’ll find out.




Those of you that like noises will be glad to hear Mothboy has a new LP on the way. You get a tste of it on his MySpace page – Down, featuring the vocal talents of Jeres and Raya is a masterpiece of some gargantuan proportions. I am very proud that those terrible words were recorded in my front room.

Also on Moth’s page is a song with me on it. I recorded the vocals in New York, two years ago, when Interscope were about to sign me. It was an odd time. Stranded in a limbo between a past and a future. I was very young, you know. Young. Naive. I have learnt so much since then. Even when I am at my weakest, now, I am strong. I can feel it.


You can’t fuck with me.

You can try.

But it doesn’t matter.

I know what I am.





You can’t kill an idea.

I am here now.

I exist.

I always did.

And I always will.

— Monday, July 24th, 2006

Sunday, July 23rd, 2006

I read The Independent on the bus this afternoon and I cried. Three hundred odd dead in Lebanon. 100 a day in Iraq. Some fool of a columnist bragging about snorting “fat lines of coke” with Keith Allen.

“Israel warned Lebanese civilians to leave the south of the country.”

That’s Eliana Sleyman from Jounieh, Lebanon. Maybe she’s dead. Maybe she’s “displaced”. I know of her existence because she posted her photo on the Chris de Burgh’s fan page. She loves Chris de Burgh. I love Chris de Burgh. I love her.

Today I saw my friend Luke, properly, for the first time in ages. We went sailing on the Serpentine in Central London. We had a picnic. We spoke to each other, all day. It made me very happy.

I bet Eliana wasn’t happy today.

I’m crying again now, so I will stop. Goodnight, oh my beautiful people. I love you, I love you.

Edit: Eliana just emailed me saying “I’m not dead and I think your site is really cool, but please could you remove that picture of mine? You can keep the text, but just remove the picture :)”

So I have. Thanks Eliana!

— Sunday, July 23rd, 2006

Saturday, July 22nd, 2006

— Saturday, July 22nd, 2006