September 2012
Saturday, September 29th, 2012

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Yesterday couldn’t have been anymore herculean and glorious had it been on a hoverboard.

In the morning I did some work in bed, posing the journey to Vegas’ photos and readying some of my DJ set. Then I took a lone wander up the Strip in the glorious sunshine, where I encountered the Worst Coke Dealer In The World, who staggered towards me looking like Issac Hayes, mimed snorting a line at me then fell inro the road. Shortly after I wandered through a bizarre shopping centre with a roof painted to look like The Sky, not unlike that Jim Carrey film the name of which escapes me right now, before emerging blinking into the dazzling sunlight to witness what appeared to be half of an aged Cameo playing an incredible funk set next to a smoothie stand at the side of the road.

I sipped on a red bery smoothie, and wandered back to the Hard Rock Hotel to have breakfast with Grant and Kristan and My Chemical Romance and Frank Quietly and his wife. Frank Quietly and his wife look just like Frank Quietly drawings, it is uncanny.

We headed back to Suite Le Morrison to drink fine boozes, pore over immensely incredible art pages from Grant and Frank’s upcoming Multiversity comic and chatter excitedly about Jilted John and bath salt zombies and the new age of Horus whilst being filmed for a documentary, then hopped in a small fleet of soft tops with a gigantic movie camera and cruised vegas looking for Strange Esoteric Buildings, which we found quickly. In the vast, imposing, head compressing confines of the Luxor Hotel, a vast pyramid, Grant and Frank and rode a Magic Carpet, and heard the life story of a 56 year old man in braces who longed for the days when he hung out with Jeff Beck in Los Angeles. Some people’s lives seem to stop dead at a point in time, frozen in peak experience nostalgia hangover forever, but we won’t, we ride Peak till death and beyond, and we urge you to do likewise.

Later that afternoon I watched a vast line form to register for MorrsonCon, were I bumped into Jason Aaron, and took him for a drink. We talked about Alabama rap and bluegrass, amongst other things, and sipped bourbon, in the manner of gentlemen  Then I headed to soundcheck with Grant and James Gerard from My Chemical Romance, who were to perform “The Con – a thirty minute spoken-word piece with music. Part short story, part history, part occult ritual, as Howard Hughes faces Liberace in a duel to the death for the soul of Las Vegas”… in soundcheck it made my skull flex, I wondered what the hell would happen at the performance proper…

We retired to Le Suite Morrison for a few hours, where Grant revealed he had almost as many ATD songs on his computer as The Beatles’, and I was of a rare breed of artist whose every song fascinated him, like The Smiths, which is about as ultimate a compliment as one could receive. Gerard meanwhile “lost his shit” over my Death’s Head tattoo. Death’s Head, he said, was “his favourite” when he was young. I had no idea DH had penetrated America. I’m proud of him.

I prepared my set, and asked MCR synthist James Dewees if he’d like to be my onstage DJ, an offer he accepted happily, and before we knew it it was time to go on, and  we were backstage downstairs with hundreds of screaming beautiful girls and boys mobbed around the stage, baying for transcendence  Grant looked like he was going to be sick. But he wasn’t. He and Gerard and James strode out into the ring like boxers and simply emmanetised the eschaton, in a half hour performance that sunned all into silence then rapture then silence then shit losing and back again, with a sound something not unlike Vangelis fighting to the death with Rammstein compered by a reborn cosmic Sensational Alex Harvey.

Grant even seemed to be rapping in parts. We’re gonna develop that side of his oeuvre further in the future…

The people went apeshit. Then it was my turn.

How the fuck you you follow that?


I am a Motherfucking Pro Fessional, after all. I know about these things.

You bring THE PARTY.

And so I did, with the help of James, world’s greatest rap DJ. Combining the shamanic techniques I employed at V Festival recently with some of my finest pop songs, we whipped the place into a frenzied mass of PARTY, replete with dance off, audio sigil, and joyous singalonging… destroying AIDS, making ourelves rich and saving humanity in the process.

It was fucking ACE, brothers and sisters.

Joyous humans streamed out into the casino night, pumped, amped, crackling with god energy, ready to take on the New Epoch.

And so began MorrsionCon.

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— Saturday, September 29th, 2012

Friday, September 28th, 2012

At 7:30am yesterday with a bag full of futuristic technology and another full of fly ass threads, and set off on anew adventure. 27 hours later I fell asleep sat up at my laptop in the midde of preparing a bit of a DJ set in an opulent half-panoramal suite at The Hard Rock Hotel, beneath the beatific gaze of Jimmi Hendrix.

Here are some photos my HTC One X took during the day.

MorrisonCon kicks off at 3pm. SEE YOU LATER!



— Friday, September 28th, 2012

Friday, September 28th, 2012

Ladies and Gs!

It is my great honour to announce that I will be supplying Mercurial Musical Entertainment at the epoch defining MORRISONCON in Las Vegas from September 28th to 30th, 2012.


Grant Morrison! Robert Kirkman! Darick Robertson! Jason Aaron! Jim Lee! Gerard Way! Jonathan Hickman! Frank Quietly! J.H. Williams III, Chris Burnham and now, AKIRA THE DON! What a line up!

Alongside DJing, rapping, and being VERY EXCITED for three days, I will also be chairing a very important and historic panel with the good Dr Morrison. OMFG DOT COM ON A HOVERBOARD BUBBA, SHIT JUST GOT REAL.

Had you told me back in 2005 when I was recording When We Were Young in New York and reading Grant’s The Invisibles and getting into sigil magic that in that most auspicious year, 2012 AD, Grant would be having his own convention in LAs Vegas and inviting me to come and play, I’d have probably said, “fucking hell yeah, that is exactly the sort of thing I am expecting to happen, high fives all round, let us boogie.”

Well, here we are, 2012 AD, and yes sir, we shall boogie. This, brothers and sisters, is the stuff that dreams are made of. Now go and rob that bank and buy a ticket, I believe there are a couple left.



— Friday, September 28th, 2012

Thursday, September 27th, 2012

Well, it’s 2am and I’m posting a vlog, moving files, BPM gridding songs, reading a book, watching Battlestar AT THE SAME DAMN TIME. Gotta be up to catch my plane to Vegas in 4 hours.


RIP Andy Williams, the source of my sample on LOVE. Thank you sir. Godspeed.




— Thursday, September 27th, 2012

By Akira The Don on Wednesday, September 26th, 2012


Seriously, this makes up for everything we were complaining about the other day. AMAZING.

“Mr Cater, you have to wait till the attorney is is fished asking the question.”

“I’m sorry, I’m psychic.”

“What image are you portraying in the media?”

“I don’t portray anything. I am who I am and you guys portray what you do.”

“Do you like to..”

“You know he can’t save you in the real word?. That guy right there. He can’t save you in the real world.”

From MissInfo:

Rare in life are those moments that just bring people together…like the way we’ve all bonded over Lil Wayne’s deposition footage.
Yesterday, we posted 5 minutes of Lil Wayne in a mental battle with Pete Ross, a lawyer for filmmaker QD3. Weezy is suing Q (that’s Quincy Jones’ son, and all around nice guy) for his fascinating 2009 documentary The Carter.
First Wayne was all on board with the film, opening up his life, his family, his creative process and his vices to the film crew. But when the end result was a bit too raw, he called it a “scandalous portrayal” and claimed he didn’t give permission. Now Wayne is also suing for illegal use of his music….
Well, thank you, Patron Saints of Litigation! Without you, we’d never see Lil Wayne tell Pete Ross that he can’t remember spending a year at Rikers. That he doesn’t hire photographers because he’s a super star (very accurate). And that the lawyer won’t have anyone to save him in real life. (Weezy later claimed he was just talking to himself, LOL)
So. Much. Gold. Watch it over and over and over, right here.

But TMZ released another clip…
And this time, Lil Wayne namesdrops a pretty influential member of his entourage….

Watch it after the jump…

— By Akira The Don on Wednesday, September 26th, 2012

By Akira The Don on Wednesday, September 26th, 2012


Skaters gon’ skate. Don gon’ rate.



— By Akira The Don on Wednesday, September 26th, 2012