LOOP! LOOOOP!

LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP!

Obviously, I love this.

Minimalist. Hypnotic. Room for one’s own brain to make connections. GREAT ART.

— By Akira The Don on Monday, March 12th, 2012

From Complex:

Within the first minute of “Pouches Of Tuna,” it’s clear that Action Bronson and Party Supplies are on to something. Blue Chips started off as a session at the Fool’s Gold producer’s pad in Brooklyn, but things must have gone well, because it turned into these 16 gritty tracks. With no pressure to make a hit song or worry about sales numbers, the duo got to focus on having fun and making music, and it paid off. Blue Chips is more than your typical mixtape, and with all original production and raps, hopefully it’s not the last time these two team up.

— By Akira The Don on Monday, March 12th, 2012

— By Akira The Don on Monday, March 12th, 2012

Can one call one’s own song a classic? Well, if it is, then yes. And this is. Amen.

Some thoughts and information on the Kony Crusade over here.

— By Akira The Don on Friday, March 9th, 2012

POW!

SO EXCITE!

ARRRGHHHH!

— By Akira The Don on Thursday, March 8th, 2012

Cat’s Cradle is in my top ten artworks of all time, natch.

A brief movie defining what a Karass is and how it relates to us. A film by Mr. Dane Sorensen, ELA teacher at School of Discovery. Poetry reading by Mr. Samuel Godfrey George of India. Poem by Dane C. Sorensen. Breathe by Dane C. Sorensen

We breathe and smile at one another,
Glad for the company of family and lovers
To share the joy life brings to all hearts
While working and playing our short part
Sharing until breath leaves the quiet heart.

It is not our way for flesh to stay and stay,
Our wills do not control our bodies’ fate,
Our genes dance and twist our youth away
And the dangers of life must have their say
Of death’s end we can but hope to delay.

Once still they share not our mortal pain
No word or smile can we witness again.
From cremation’s mill comes ash and haze
Now joining the wind’s orbiting flight
To soar and float amongst cloud and light.

I breathe and they are breathless
I breathe and my lungs hold and gives
Much more than air within my ribs
I breathe and they are next to my heart
With every breath I take, we meet and part.

— By Akira The Don on Wednesday, March 7th, 2012