Tuesday, December 2nd, 2008
A nice big box of AIDS Ts just arrived, and the vast majority of them have been packed up and are off to the postie in half an hour.
There are a couple left – 1 red medium, 1 blue medium, 2 white XLs.
15 quid, get em while they’re hot.
IN OTHER NEWS!
Remixtape in a matter of hours, internet connection allowing…
By Akira The Don on Tuesday, December 2nd, 2008That Svenhunter has completed his first book of poetry. There are a couple of downloads left on Rapidshare. Get in!
Here’s a seasonal sampler:
There’s a tear in the air,
Which is so cold this time of year
That it freezes, falls, and shatters
With each uttered word that flatters
An unassuming ear.
Oh, are they burning, dear?
That must mean your wedding is near;
Let’s hang mistletoe up and choke
On all the back drafted wood smoke:
Eat mince pies and drink beer,
While outside the shore snores.
Akin to the hinges of doors,
The lake creaks, ablush with sleep,
And sheep bleat, because they’re just sheep.
We are untouched by laws
And watching you lie there
On that tumble-dried underwear,
Rolling in its godly glow,
I’m trying not to let is show,
As snow melts in your hair,
That I’d wish the world slow:
That I’d wish each fake flake of snow
That wets itself at warmth would stay,
Your frozen face to greet each day:
That we never passed ‘Go’.
By Akira The Don on Monday, December 1st, 2008
Back in the day I used to run PlayLouder (when it had a capital L in the middle), and would often find myself on the receiving end of disgruntled emails from bands I hadn’t been overly kind to. Like Scissor Sisters. Actually, they set me quite a nice email, saying something like, “why didn’t you like us? How could we be better next time? Thanks!” Unlike Death Row, who sent me threatening emails for suggesting Suge Knight might be something of a fat git.
Anyway, my lil’ brother Ali took my spot this last year. he retired already, but he’s still getting hate mail. From TheSvenhunter.blogspot.com:
Russell Joslin or Further Ravings of a Self-Important Self-Googling Douchebag
Yet another livid e-mail from a no-mark musician I happened to offend during my brief stint as a music journalist; one Russell Joslin. this is what Russell said:
(15 Nov 2008)
“I just had the misfortune of stumbling across what you wrote about me on a website called playlouder.com.
Coward.
If you want to say something about me dont[sic] bother emailing back, come find me and say it to my face, or are you another one whos[sic] forgotten how to do that?”
Where to begin with this?
Right, for a start off, nobody stumbles across anything on Playlouder as nobody stumbles across anything that’s encased in 3-foot-thick cement: he’s been Googling himself. Don’t be embarrassed, Russell: we all do it.
Next up: what the hell did I do to offend him? What could I have said that was so cowardly? I couldn’t remember who the hell he was so I assumed I’d given his album a bad review or something.
Not so – the album was so bland I didn’t bother reviewing it, so it seems; I just tagged his artist page with three helpful indicators for any browsing user: ‘hippie‘, ‘wishes he was American‘, and ‘shower etiquette‘.
Is that it? I’ve said much worse about much more interesting people, and have learned, as a result, that saying nasty things about people on the Internet is far from “cowardly” – it’s actually very brave.
And the audacity of the man: telling me I’m not allowed to e-mail him back! Why don’t you shut your eyes, cover your ears and sing “la-la-la” while you’re down there, Russell? Jesus!
Furthermore, if I was contractually obliged, as a professional music journalist, to journey to every godforsaken corner of the globe (smelly Dalston in your case – I haven’t “forgotten” how to get there, but I’d rather avoid it when I can) just to offer my two cents, I’d have given up the game long before I actually did. You should be grateful I gave your utterly superfluous album the time of day. There’s plenty of much better – and a few much worse – albums this year that barely got a look-in from my critical ear and/or pen.
And if you wish to continue in the music game, (if you really must - I’m not suggesting you do), you’re going to have to get used to people not enjoying your awful music, which is awful, and not react like a spoiled school-girl every time someone calls you a hippie, which you are, or says you need a shower, which I’ll bet you do, or says you wish you were American, which, judging by your whiny voice, you do also.
If I were you I’d either
a) cherish the 11 fans I have on Facebook and work on an improvement to my tepid, self-released debut, ‘Dream Token‘, adopting a degree of humility and maturity, accepting the opinions of others, and not waste my time sending curt yet unimaginative e-mails to tired hacks who happen to have a music taste that conflicts with my own output.
b) get another hobby.
By Akira The Don on Monday, December 1st, 2008
Road To Till The Casket Drops > Dedication 3.
I can’t help myself, I dig this hard.
Their clothing line looks illy too…
Monday, December 1st, 2008
HO HO HO!
Christmas is go.
Every day until the day itself, I will be unveiling something festive and/or fun. Songs, videos, SURPRISES! ETC… It will be festive as heck, actually. The whole thing will finish on Christmas day with a very special Christmas mixtape, the perfect soundtrack for you present opening.
So. To start, I have been laboring for the past week on a pair of delightful Akira The Don Christmas cards! You can use these as festive desktop backgrounds, and you can buy packs of the actual cards to send to your relatives and loved ones.
They are A6 sized, an come with a handwritten festive greeting on the inside. Oh, and envelopes. And a batblob badge. Each pack contains an equal amount of Blob and Don cards.
A pack of 6 is £4.99, and a pack of 12 is £8.99.
Buy Six!
Buy 12!
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