Good news! The Broke canvases arrived!

More good news! The Broke prints arrived!

And the CDs came in weeks ago!

That means I will be posting out all the Broke swag TODAY!

So go get your orders in before it’s all gone as it is all ENTIRELY LIMITED.

If you want anything specific singing – or a specific area of the print signing, for that matter (I am defaukting to the back), send an email with your order and let me know.

Speaking of Broke, here’s a special message from Gruff Rhys:

Still speaking of Broke, Steve Lamacq played it on his BBC 6music show yesterday afternoon, so a great big high five for him. I recorded some radio drops yesterday too – if you’re a DJ and you want some drops, holla.

The following messages came in via the channels requesting component parts for remixing and playing:

As ever, I aim to please, so here, brothers and sisters, is a link to the Broke splits. Flapsandwitch, you can remix the song to your content, and Spencer, you can remove the drums and add your own.

And here’s a bunch of ATD acepallas that still needs an official home on the site:

DOWNLOAD: Akira The Don – Evangelion ft Pixel & Marvin The Martian Acapella 140
DOWNLOAD: Akira The Don – Fist of The North Star ft Littles Acapella
DOWNLOAD: Akira The Don – We Won’t Be Broke Forever Baby ft Gruff Rhys Acapella
DOWNLOAD: Akira The Don – I Am not Dead YEAH Acapella 105
DOWNLOAD: Akira The Don – Nothing Lasts Forever ft Envy Acapella 105
DOWNLOAD: Akira The Don – Video Highway Acapella
DOWNLOAD: Akira The Don – We Are Not Alone Acapella 125

I was like, what’s a brony? A Horse that likes chestbumps?

Turns out a brony is in fact a male human that likes My Little Pony cartoons, and expresses their love of the impressive artworks by making cool toys like this:

…and incredible dubs like this:

SHOUT OUT ALL BRONYS! YOU ARE DOING GREAT WORKS AND I AM PROIUD OF YOU!

Right, back to work. I have a lot of BROKE ART to post. The video’s rendering now, byt the way. Aaron and I were up till 4 am finishing it, and it is a very beautiful thing indeed. Here’s a still:

PAX!

— Wednesday, February 29th, 2012

Damn, what a week.

Day three of the Polar/Don sessions is wrapping up. Another pair of beautiful children in the bag.

That’s a lot of music this week.

A lot of art.

PHEW!

Fills my soul with joy.

Broke coming next week.

I am gonna eat pretzel pieces and shoot polices now.

Letter Of The Week:

Speaking of Jesus, here’s DMX, who, aside from speaking his wonderful mind, leads the heathens of The Breakfast Club in a small prayer.

— Friday, February 24th, 2012

Day 2 of the Polar/Don sessions produced a vast and joyous

HIT

AMEN,.

PS:

— Friday, February 24th, 2012

Sometimes, when you look at Twitter and everyone’s screaming about The British Recording Industry Twattery Shenanigans, you lose a little faith in mankind. After all, the The British Recording Industry supports SOPA and PIPA and ACTA, and therefore is a TERRORIST ORGANIZATION, and watching their televised propaganda drive, in which they tell YOU, the drooling public, what records are good and what artists you should be paying attention to, is tantamount to supporting said terrorism. Giving them your eyeballs, you are legitimizing their atrocities. You are helping them usher in their disgust prison planet world in which all art is state slash advertising founded and approved, and you go to jail for making a Madonna gif.

I’m just saying.

Anyway, like I was just saying, one can get a bit teary considering all this stuff, and fear for the soul of humaity… then you realize it’s fucking PANCAKE DAY… a day in which humans celebrate the joy of existence by eating shitloads of fucking PANCAKES. And that is awesome. High five, humanity, you are far from lost.

Today was the first day of the hitherto unmentioned PolarDon sessions. World famous spoken word artist and Brummy PolarBear was in Don Studios, and we recorded TWO SONGS, which I can definitely confirm are AMAZING as I have just listened to them both ten times each.

Here are two photos from said sessions, taken from myself and Polar’s twitter Feeds, as is the futuristic fashion.

Notice how my eyes have rolled up into the back of my skull with joy. Amazing.

— Tuesday, February 21st, 2012

Good news! The washing machine is still working! Booya!

I also left the house, which was pretty fucking groovy. I went to visit Dr Stephen Hague in Rye, where he was pretending not to be having a birthday. He played me a bunch of music he’s working on for a bunch of huge pop acts, and we watched a shitload of movies. I will review those that I can recal in a brief but hopefully informative fashion.

THE KILL LIST

Firstly, this is a movie it would be good to see without knowing anything about it at all, but it is worth seeing, so see it. Really that is all I will say because I wish to to spoil it for you. Don’t read a review, don’t read a comments section, shit, don’t even read the credits.

If you have seen it, I will discolose what I think it’s about in secret invisible writing:

The film shows a man going through “reconstruction”, an initiation into a cult that employs mind control, blood sacrifice and child rape in its methods. It is an allegory about war, and the dehumanization of soliders who through ritual are turned into creatures capable of commenting the most gruesome acts imaginable, for whatever reason their masters choose to give. As a treatise on brainwashing and mind control it is also concerned with The Church, government, and contemporary Polite Society.

“Dehumainse yourself and face to bloodshed,” as a wise man once said.

DRIVE

A not-much-saying Bob Deniro in Taxi driver impersonating freakazoid (Ryan Gosling) doing some fancy driving and creeping around after a married teenager, with occasional lashing of random ultraviolence, also featuring a frustratingly underused Bryan “Walter White” Cranston and Christina “Whoah Mamma” Hendricks, but a bit better than that sounds.

Midnight In Paris

90s UK sitcom Goodnight Sweetheart (in which a tragic beanpole played by Only Fools And Horses‘ Nicholas Lyndhurst) undergoing a midlife crisis accidentally discovers a time portal to 1940s London, where he embarks upon an affair with a barmaid and befriends Noel Coward) set in paris, starring Owen Wilson and written by Woody Allen, and a lot better than that sounds.

Crazy, Stupid Love

Middle aged Mr Bean-esque husband (The Office’s Steve Carell) undergoing mid life crisis is dumped by his  wife (Julianne Moore) and is taught how to convince lots of young women to have sex with him by a creepy young sex criminal (Ryan Gosling from Drive again, playing a similar but slightly more conversational sociopath), while his son wanks over the babysitter and stalks slash harasses her to the point of what should surely be arrest or sectioning or something. There’s also a weird and creepy (a theme here) plotline about a 16 year old lawyer with big eyes getting so upset about a guy she doesn’t even remotely give a shit about not proposing to her that she feels compelled to “bang the hot guy from the bar,” which I suppose is a spoiler, but I am not in any shape or form suggesting you watch this weird crazy fest. It doesn’t have much love in it, but is definitely deeply stupid.

MEANWHILE ON TWITTER!

Look at that follower count. Is 177777 the Number Of The Doof? Most decent people  would probably consider The Funny Racist to be an outrageous oxymoron, but such balls crazy anti-human lunacy in the face of common sense can be pretty fucking funny, in laughing at not with sort of a fashion. Big Narstie’s favourite movies to watch concern racism, especially those starring skinheads, because he finds them deeply hilarious. His favourite at the moment is Made In Britain. “It’s so funny fam. When he calls him ‘wog’ I nearly died.”

Here’s Narstie and my stuffed tiger engaging in some lighthearted banter. You’re welcome.

— Monday, February 20th, 2012