It is aways nice to have one’s hard work appreciated, so the reaction to our Video Highway video has been very gratifying. My Mum even rang me (which in itself is rare) and told me how much she loved it, how white and shiny my teeth looked, how good my skin looked, and how beautiful the “glowy effect” looked. “I liked how the little car becomes the real car,” she added.

As for how good my skin looked, we can thank make-up for much of that, since my face got attacked by mosquitoes – who should have been hibernating by then goddamnit – just before the shoot. And the “glowy effect” was the result of excellent photography and removing the noise created by low light. A happy side effect that I plan to crank up and utilise to extreme and interesting effect in the future. I am going to be doing a lot of videos this year, after all. Speaking of which, if you are a filmmaker of any sort and want to make some ART, get in touch. Alongside making many more videos with Dr Aaron Shrimpton (unless he gets poached by Hollywood), LP videos for my next LP, mixtape videos for as many mixtape tracks as possible, I also want to make videos for my CLASSICS that never got videos. Which was most of them. Can you believe there was never a proper Oh! video? Or Thanks For All The AIDS?

Shocking.

Also, if you are making videos and you want to use my music in them, I am usually happy to bless such unions. People ask me often, and I have not said no yet. It is an honour to be used in other humans’ artworks. Like this awesome existential Minecraft mod video, which uses Fun With Science from the Living In The Future compilation and has over 100,000 views on le Youtubes.

I celebrated the birth of Video Highway by throwing an impromptu drunken Doncast at 2am with my ole Welsh school-chum Gwilym on Friday, in which we reminiced over the time I threw myself off a seven foot ledge in a doomed and crap attempt at suicide and the time he threw me into a table and dislocated my elbow, amongst other things, and on Saturday I spent all day in bed with my beautiful wife, mostly playing Skyrim. I spent nearly an hour trying to kill some bastard dragon called Paarthurnax atop a mountain, who I would batter down to no health, and who would then regenerate said health and fry my ass in a blaze of gory. Eventually I googled his regenerative ass and it transpired I wasn’t supposed to kill him, but instead converse, like civilised folk. What a gyp. So we quit messing with talking dragons and watched Enter The Void. What a trip. You know I was complaining about The Tree Of Life the other week? Enter The Void was much like The Tree Of Life, concenred with similar questions about life and death, except made by Terence McKenna enthusiasts instead of  Christians, and, like, really awesome and thrilling instead of really idiotic and dull.

So not that similar at all then.

I also got lots of lovely letters, including this one:

Thank you Zhao, for your beautiful letter. I hope one day to travel to Maanshan and party with you. I shall put your requested things in the post tomorrow, along with everyone’s swag bags.

Joy to the future!

Today I visited my friend Sophie and her new baby, the elegantly titled Echo Josephine Gonazles Heawood, who is three months old and thirstier than an AA meeting on Christmas Day. She drank a WHOLE BOTTLE of milk and was still sucking frenziedly on its teat even when it was all gone. It was an incredible thing to witness, and I have no idea where it all went, considering a baby’s stomach is supposed to be the size of all walnut or something, perhaps she has secret compartments inside her legs. Anyway, she is a lovely baby and I like her very much, even if she did wail like a banshee when I picked her up. What a cutie! She does a little bow-thowing swag dance and everything.

Which reminds me, quote of the weekend for me came from Gwilym on Friday night, who enquired, Welshly, “why do you keep saying ‘woo’ and dancing like a chicken for?”

— Sunday, January 15th, 2012

Yay! Coppercab’s back!

Choice moments include him blaming vidoegames, including Batman Arkham Asylum, for wars, and his proclamation that he was listening to dubstep before you were born.

Amen.

— By Akira The Don on Sunday, October 23rd, 2011

Quite.

— By Akira The Don on Thursday, August 4th, 2011

That’s me doing dead prez’s Hip-Hop at Southern Hospitality’s Hip Hop Karaoke at the Camden Crawl yesterday. Don’t I look happy? The arm belongs to my dear old friend Dipod, who was good enough to hold the words up for me, as I didn’t know them all. I know most of them. Pretty much 92% of stic.man’s verse, anyway. About 60% of M1′s. I wonder why that is? Anyway, I have respolved to learn the whole thing, 100%, so I can do it at parties, cos it is superior swag.

Speaking which, the mighty DJ Rob Pursey dropped Wonton Soup straight after my performance, and it kicked the fuck off. And when the whole thing was over, at the criminally early hour of 6pm, he dropped 4 Lex Luger productions in the space of about 2 and a half minutes, and my GOD if that isn’t the most hardcore workout I have ever come across. Serious. I thought I was gonna have a seisure. Waka Flocka must be fit.

By the way, if you don’t have a clue what I’m on about, Lex Luger is a producer who makes mental apocalyptic beats on Fruity Loops that all sound like the X-Men theme.

He’s so awesome.

Swag.

Woo.

About 6 hours later I was getting trolled by some funny posh kid in London Fields, who come over to ask for a cigarette in exchange for an invitation to an “excellent party” he and some of his chums were having upstiars. I didn’t have a cigarette, but worse, I had not watched any television yesterday.

He was all like, “how could you not have watched it? It was the greatest moment in our country’s modern history!”

Oh, I was laughing like a donkey. Haw haw!

“Aren’t you proud?” he cried. “Don’t you care who represents you?”

“Don’t no weird inbred lizard people represent me, brother!” I told him. “I represent me!” He did a very good aghast face. He kept it going for ages.

“He’s your KING! She’s your QUEEN!” he wailed.

Oh how I LOLed. “I have no KING, you funny boy!” I said, through the pain of my aching ribs. “I have no QUEEN!  I bow to no man or woman or vegetable! Why would I want to do something crazy like that? I’d put my back out!”

“Dude, he’s so trolling you,” said my new Northern friend, who’d upset the boy already by telling him he’d gone fishing all day yesterday.

“I don’t know what you mean,” the posh boy sniffed, sadly.

“Damn G, you’re gonna tell me you voted Tory next. You’re gonna tell me you read The Times,” I said, through tears of laughter.

“Yes I did! And yes I do read The Times!” he exclaimed, sorrowfully. Then he turned on his heels and stropped off upstairs to his excellent party.

All in all, it was a lovely day.

— Sunday, May 1st, 2011

Shout out Coppercab.

— Wednesday, February 10th, 2010

Shout out Richie Beretta, who I’d never heard of before this, and who it transpired was a fan of my music, and who’s own brilliant music gave me a canvas on which to paint CopperCab’s righteous anger. Shout out the blog I heard it on – the bookmark for which I lots in last week’s crash. Shout out Example, via whom I found CopperCab. And shout out CopperCab, who doesn’t understand why he’s getting crap at school and on the internets, just for having red hair.

Ah, but it’s not just because he has red hair, is it? It’s because when he gets teased, he answers back. It’s the answering back that really gets people’s backs up. If he kept his mouth shut, and his head down, people would quickly get bored, and more onto the next one. Not that he wouldn’t always have to endure a certain level of abuse, just for being… because he would. So it goes. But his refusal to just accept that is what makes him a marked man. So big up to you, CopperCab. Your voice is strong and clear – it was a joy to play with.

— Friday, January 29th, 2010