As the world continues to gasp in astonishment at the glory of the Akira The Don Christmas album’s beautiful artwork, Akira The Don does the opposite of what magicians are supposed to, and reveals the creation process in a beautiful speed-drawing video, that also features part of one of his Christmas songs. THANK YOU AKIRA THE DON! YOU ARE A GREAT MAN, AND AN INSPIRATION!
You’re welcome Akira The Don Talking In The Third Person. I had fun. And right now I am uploading files and filling in metadata, ready to unleash the festive music on your asses. Ho! and Indeed, Ho twice mo’!
Lots of people have been asking me a stupid question related to the album’s art, and luckily, Wonchop posted the following brilliant comic on his Tumblr which saves me the bother of having to answer:
I AM AKIRA THE DON.
And that is why.
RIP Christopher Hitchens. He was a brilliant and enviably eloquent human, with whom I shared many opinions, and with whom I disagreed violently, on equal measure. Letters to a Young Contrarian is one of the best, and funnest books I’ve read. Here he is talking about death and the afterlife, with some a very fetching beard on his head.
I play this record now, in his honour:
And as we fare feeling somewhat reflective, let us cast our gaze upon some mighty art works from the Blob Blog, in case you didn’t look in the Blob Blog today. You should, always, but anyway. There is the following, by Virgil Finlay:
I saw it on Comics Alliance. The second my eyes took it in, they welled with tears, and a knot formed in my belly. I really don’t know why. I mean, there is some mighty stippling in there. I always loved stippling, and you don’t see it much these days. Ir reminds me of the pulpy sxi fi books I used to read when I was little, and my longing for the future they promised. I guess it’s a kind of hiraeth.
You can watch a speed drawing video of him creating the thing over here. It’s pretty amazing. No pencils. Straight on the paper with a single pen, then painting with watercolours. I think they’re water colours. They look watery. Anyway. It’s a beautiful peice, and says so much more than the average article on the subject.
Me and Mighty Tom Coles visited the Occupy spot at St Paul’s in London on Friday. It’s not a huge thing. Some tents. Some banners. A little soundsystem played ketmine trance, around which a little group of people danced and chattered, whilst sucking on cans of beer and damp joints. Hell on earth if certain parties are to be believed, right on the steps of God’s house… yet within the same proximity to the cathedral we happened up on a glass walled bar, hosting a private party for what appeared to be a hundred or so banking types, chucking back cocktails and wiping their noses frenziedly, who glared at me through the glass while the DJ played nineties R n B loud enough to drown out the Occupy soundsytem with little effort.
I was reminded, as I so often am these days, of the quote from the head of Police in London, who said that shutting down the myriad bars around St Paul’s that openly sell cocaine to bankers was not a priority because “they aren’t affecting society… they can afford their drugs.”
Oh, how I laughed when I first read that, in an Evening Standard interview on the tube last month. The architects of our distraction, the thieves of our wellbeing, blowing their loot on coke and hookers in the shadow of St. Pauls are “not affecting society…” whilst those that protest them are “naive hippies… an eyesore…” and a “public menace.”
We filmed me dancing merrily in front of the glass windows a bit, then got on a train. We stayed up till 3 or so going through the footage. It looked brilliant.
When I got up I named the songs, finalised the order, wrote the metatdata, and sent the album off to my manufacturer and my distributor.
SATURNALIA SUPERMAN, AKIRA THE DON SALUTES THE MAJESTY OF CHRISTMAS comes out Monday. Mere hours away from now.