EDIT: As I was writing this blog post, Hercules took his FIRST STEPS, boldly striding from the wardrobe next door to a pile of baby crap in the middle of the room, all the while making a noise that sounded something lie a small hippo starting a fight. He’s nine months old. Daddy is MAJORLY GASSED!
Hahahaha, what a funny baby, listening to his favourite song on magical headphones. Not that he’s being particularly funny right now. He’s making really annoying complaining noises, “nnah! Na na na na naaaaaaH! U huh nah!’ This is because I have him penned in a pen like a calf or something, because I am trying to work. What an asshole! I hope we have a garden he can run around wherever it is we end up in LA in a few weeks. He deserves it.
OH WHAT WAS THAT AKIRA? L.A. AGAIN? Why yes, astute reader, that is correct. After that horrifying happening last week, I decided that hanging around here any longer while a world of opportunity awaits me in sunshine town would be a vast waste of precious Peak Life Moments, so we’re OFF, dear reader, OFF to that clement land of enthusiasm. Right after we’ve been to Wales and helped my little brother and his heavily pregnant lady out a bit. And I’ve mixed these songs I recorded over the weekend.
I announced a mixtape on Friday, having packed Charlotte and Hercules off to Auntie Estelle in Hove’s gaff for the weekend, and set about making FIne Ass Records… By the time they returned (a day early in my estimations) on Sunday evening, I’d recorded 5 very excellent songs and written another two instant ATD classics… so I have made the executive decision that this project will be a MINI ALBUM, in the fine South Korean tradition.
Meanwhile, a review of that last mixtape, ATD29, just went up at Transylvanilla, and very righteous it is too. It’s always a joy and an honour when someone takes the time to pay attention to your shit properly and translate that experience for the people of earth. Have a listen and read along if you’re bored.
I leave you with a few images from this weekend’s recording sessions. AFter spending about 46 hours straight shoting at a mike on my own, with only a bottle of Jack Daniels and the Mozzer autobiography for company, I was joined on Sunday by Littles and his COS crew, and later Narstie (who’s in the ATD Chart Show at Number 5, see bottom of this post) and his Notts (AKA Alan Mooretown) daaaargs Dizzy Mackintosh, Citizen K, who’re both equipped with voices of POWER and #BASE, the likes of which could strip paint at 12 paces.