Big Pun is so my favourite dead emcee, and if he was alive, and still as good as he was when he was alive, he’d be my favourite live emcee. He was so nice on the mic! He was as nice on the mic as he was heavy on the ground. Rah. You know, he was only a year older than me when he died. That’s not old!
Damn. I am glad Narstie is going gym, I’d hate to lose another talented big brother.
Thieving is done, then. The art, the stuff. All off to printland. PHEW! Next project for me is to make a video for Tomorrow, this nice ass song I did with Madison and Jeres about when we (Akira The Don & The Women, which was me and Jeres and Mary) went on tour. (In retrospect it would have made more sense to have Mary sing on this one. Never mind though. Madison did a lovely croaky whisper thing, which Mary wouldn’t have done. Mary would have done a lovely breathy thing. Maybe we’ll do a remix. Anyway.) I have a bunch of footage from the tour I can use. Actually, that isn’t the next project. I gotta do this Bang song with Temposhark for XLR8R magazine, and a song for Mothboy’s record, and your avatars. Hip-hop don’t stop!
Hurry Up Scientists and invent a cure
for the common cold
because I feel like
a dog log dipped
in broken glass
A HAW!
That up there is a nice little poem by my boy Ben Myers, who has a nice blog that I have just been reading while songs render. Ben’s off on a nice holiday to Wales this weekend. He’s staying ina fuckin’ GYPSY WAGON! How awesome is that?!
I got up at 8:30 today you know. Jeres was already up. Downstairs smelled like pubs used to – he’d been at it all night. By “it” mean drinking booze with a charming gobby female Midlander. He is still doing it now! All day he has been doing it – Andy “Bardot” Barding joined in a few hours ago, and they are all sat in Jeres’ pit, smoking tabs and drinking whiskey and cokes. Jeres is trying on his Freddie Mercury outfit for the Glam Rock party our friend Girly Gary is throwing this weekend. Jeres has acquired one of those skinny white tops with the red zigzag on it. Charming Gobby Midlander says Jeres has bitch tits. Jeres says drunk people will think they are muscle. He is probably right.
Bully for them! I have been up here all day finishing off Thieving. Which is now finished. At the last minute I decided two of the songs weren’t good enough, so I scrapped one, recorded a new one, and re-recorded another. It all sounds lovely now. I am going to cycle to Camden and drop off the master with the pressing people in a minute, one the last take has rendered. Oh the excitement!
Those of you on my mailing list will have just been sent the tracklisting too. Lawks!
Anyone seen my Wacom pen? I’m a have to do all this drawing in pencil or some shit otherwise. Maybe I’ll go out and buy some pens. With all my magic beans. A haaaaaaaw!
I’m on my second day without fags. Here we go again! I got a good feeling this time. Who wants to ming of fags in the spring anyway?
So, as soon as Zef sorts out the new MP3 player, there’ll be a new preview track from Thieving. The T shirts went off to the printers on Friday, the CD goes off tomorrow. URK! I gotta mix, like 6 songs, and Zef’s gotta do the back of the thing, and we’re done. Whoo!
Friday, February 8th, 2008
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