LOW SELF ESTEEM IS LIKE A VIRUS

The new single from Akira The Don &@ScottAdamsSays is out now on all platforms!

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From the forthcoming album, Basket Case Theory

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Music video coming soon!

𝔄𝔩𝔩 𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔏𝔦𝔱𝔱𝔩𝔢 𝔅𝔦𝔱𝔰 ℑ𝔫 𝔗𝔥𝔢 ℭ𝔞𝔯𝔭𝔢𝔱

Today, dear reader, I am half blind again.

I don’t own any spectacles right now, and I ran out of contact lenses, and the hurricane delayed delivery of new ones, and in my exhaustion after last night’s impromptu midnight live set, I forgot to preserve the last pair of daily disposables I had, so now I am without lenses, and the whole world is a gaussian BLUR which is very trippy.

My uncle first noticed I was half blind when I was around my son’s age, because I couldn’t make out sign posts. They took me for an eye test and confirmed, yes, he’s half blind, and fixed me up with a pair of thick-lensed goggles with a fluorescent yellow elasticated strap attached to them to save them from smashing when they’d inevitably slip off of my little-kid nose. Kids at school mocked my new visage with gleeful savagery, and overnight I was transformed into a “speccy twat”, but I didn’t care too much immediately, as I was exploring my new world.

When I first put the glasses on it was a revelation which I remember clearly to this day. The soft, blurred world I assumed was the sum of reality gave way to a new, hyper-real, almost grotesquely detailed actuality, and nothing was ever the same.  “I can see!” I exclaimed! “I can seeall the little bits in the carpet!”

It was like when Dorothy got to Oz. I knew for certain now what I’d long suspected - the world as it was presented to me was not the world as it was. And as I explored this new terrain, I had a sneaking suspicion that there were levels beyond this, that would be opened up to me if only I could find the right glasses. Less than a decade later I ate some fungus that grew round the back of the science block in my school and discovered my suspicions to be correct. “I can see!” I exclaimed. “I can seeall the little bits in the air!” 

Without my corrective lenses, it turns out I can see bits in the air again. It’s like there’s a gaussian blur on everything, with a heavy film grain on top of that. I think this is why we prefer the look of movies from before the digital age. In their distorted imperfection, they’re a closer representation of that which really is. 

That’s why I put vinyl crackle and tape hiss and field recordings all over my music, and drench my videos in analogue distortion and grain. My aesthetic is partly me trying to recreate the glimpses of the true nature of reality I’ve been privy to in my short life... and what I remember from elsewhere.

Right now, every day, unprecedented numbers of people wake up into hyper-real, grotesquely detailed new worlds, radically different to those they had contentedly existed in for decades. This is the age of discovery. It is shocking to some, but not me. I am accustomed to this place. I have lived here all my life.

𝔚𝔥𝔞𝔱'𝔰 𝔓𝔬𝔰𝔰𝔦𝔟𝔩𝔢 ℑ𝔫 𝔞 𝔐𝔬𝔫𝔱𝔥? 𝔬𝔯 ℌ𝔬𝔴 ℑ 𝔄𝔠𝔠𝔦𝔡𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔶 𝔖𝔱𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔢𝔡 ℭ𝔯𝔬𝔰𝔰𝔉𝔦𝔱 𝔄𝔫𝔡 𝔏𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔢𝔡 𝔗𝔬 ℌ𝔞𝔫𝔤 𝔒𝔫 𝔗𝔬 𝔐𝔶 𝔏𝔲𝔫𝔠𝔥

Just over a month ago I had no idea what CrossFit was, but the coffee shop I frequent here in Playa del Carmen is next door to a gym, and there’s only so long you can sit there sipping fine beverages watching people grunt and sweat themselves into a state of euphoria before you have to join in.

I thought I’d get a personal trainer and learn how to do deadlifts or something. So I wandered in, and spoke to a gentleman with a not dissimilar mode of follical arrangement to my own - bleached on top, dark beard plus classic strong-man twirled mustachios - and he didn’t speak much English, and I spoke less Spanish, but regardless, we discovered we were both DJs, and we arranged for me to attend a CrossFit class the next day, and I’ve been going 5 days a week without fail ever since.

Like I said, I had no idea what CrossFit WAS. Turns out not actually exercise at all, but instead a live simulation of an hour long extreme fight or flight episode. And so on my first day I managed to get through maybe two thirds of it before having to run outside and stop myself from vomiting all over the place. “Well,” I thought “now I know what CrossFit is”. And I came back the next day, and paced myself a little better, and managed to make it all the way to the end without having to run outside and decorate the calle with my insides.

I’ve mentioned before that one thing that amazes is me is that, after weeks and weeks of bafflingly elaborate fight or flight simulations, our instructor Jago never seemed to repeat himself once. Each day was a new surprise, and I have remained in a state of constant shock, awe, delight and mild terror to this very day. Indeed, this very day, halfway through week 5, was the first day I think something was repeated. 

Jago is away right now. So another of the gym’s instructors,  friendly bearded muscle-man Alan, is having his jolly way with us, which is a little different, and often comes to a crescendo with us engaging in something quite physically extreme whilst Eric Prydz’ OPUS blasts through the gym. This is a song I am used to hearing at midnight, maybe on New Year’s Eve, perhaps in one of my own DJ sets, and whist I was used to being sweaty when I heard it previously, these days I am practically liquid, and I now thoroughly associate it with transcending my mentally-imposed physical limitations.

Today was no exception in that regard - we started with 75 sit ups, worked up to 5 sets of weight-increasing 5 rep deadlifts (which I had never done before and fucking LOVED)… and then came something I’D SEEN BEFORE. Right back at the beginning, Jago had had us do these medicine ball-lobbing squat exercises - squat, launch the ball the wall as high and hard as one can, catch the ball as one depends into another squat, repeat. 10 of those, then 10 burpees, then 20 of those, 10 burpees, 30 of those etc all the way to 50. Last time I did that, I got up to 20, then had to go outside and hang on to my lunch for dear life.

Today, I fucking smashed right through it. Grinning like a mad person the whole time. Don’t get me wrong, it wasn’t EASY - there was plenty of arguing with the Inner Bitch, plenty of pushing through that Governor, that 40%, to the Other Side, where all the extra energy is stashed... But I didn’t have to go outside and be sick. 

I SMASHED RIGHT THROUGH IT. 

And afterwards, I realized why I’d been grinning so hard. 

After doing this 5 days a week for a month, showing up, not knowing what I was supposed to do, or how to do it even when I was told... but always paying attention, and doing my best... 

...after showing up 5 days a week for over month, a thing that I simply COULD NOT DO… 

I now could do.

That’s it.

That’s all it takes.

Will.

Effort.

Humility.

Consistency.

In one month, I went from nearly throwing up after 40 minutes, to smashing through the thing that had seemed utterly impossible to me.

What’s possible in another month?

What’s possible in a year?

I am awash with joy and gratitude to have the opportunity to find out.

I first noticed the current incarnation of the Mind Virus infest comic books in late 2012. It was sudden, and ferocious, and shocking to those that could see what was happening. Almost all of them stayed utterly silent, in fear, hoping it would pass, and that they’d be left alone.

“First they came for the squirrels, and I said nothing, for I was not a squirrel, etc”

Frank Miller, author of The Dark Knight Returns, Sin City, Daredevil, and so many more god-tier, undisputedly classic works, had been booked to headline a British comic convention this year, but was removed after someone said his very presence made them feel uNSafE because they didn't like a comic he made.

We’re now at the stage of the game where the power-mad narcissistic cry bullies are so feared that they’re able to unpersonactual geniuses - people that created things of worth and value and beauty, whose influence literally changed the world - as easily as a fat toddler might crush an ant.

This image is from an anti-censorship ad drawn by Frank Miller in the long long ago of the nineteen nineties, when people who considered themselves liberal might not agree with what you said, but they’d damn sure fight to the death for you right to say it! As opposed to the horrorful mass of tarantulas we see today who might not agree with what you say, but they’d damn sure do everything they could to drive you to suicide as punishment for your wrongthink.

It's an illustration of just how quickly things can change, almost unrecognizably. But some things are constant. Bullies lose, propaganda is always forgotten, and true art always remains.

People will still be reading Frank Miller’s work when this weird and creepy moment in history is looked back upon with shudders and bafflement... that a small mob of spiteful, bitter, miserable, vengeful, weak, pathetic little insects was allowed to wreak such havoc for so long, will seem like utter madness. Because it is utter madness.

Frank Miller and his generation saw this plague coming. And most of them said nothing, hoping it would pass, and leave them be. But such a thing does not pass. It grows stronger and more grotesque and vengeful and murderous with with every scalp its allowed. 

And it only stops when you say you’ve had enough.

𝔐𝔞𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔄𝔪𝔞𝔷𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔄𝔩𝔟𝔲𝔪𝔰 ℑ𝔫 𝔄𝔦𝔯 𝔅&𝔅𝔰 ℑ𝔰 𝔈𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔯𝔢𝔩𝔶 𝔓𝔬𝔰𝔰𝔦𝔟𝔩𝔢

Buenos dias from Playa Del Carmen!

Good news!

I finished the new album on Tuesday at 3:30 am.

AT LAST!

 

It has been an Homerian undertaking indeed, as it's the first full album I've recorded since leaving my studio in Texas. I started working on this album in our first Air BnB in Cancun, and finished it in the far more salubrious surroundings of our second, here in Playa Del Carmen, where I am blessed with functioning internet, and excellent coffee!!

 

Making albums in AirBnBs is harder than making albums in fully equipped studios, for many reasons. I don't have studio monitors, so instead I work in headphones, and my laptop cannot handle anything close to the level of musical complexity my super computer back in the studio can manage. All in all, things are taking me 5 to 10 times as long to do in this set up than they would in the studio, and there are a lot of things I simply CANNOT DO...

 

The good thing, as always, is that limitation breeds innovation, and I've developed some new techniques to counteract some of these issues, which have lead to some amazing new music that simply would not have existed in any other scenario.

 

Indeed, that I can make music here AT ALL is a bloody miracle. And that it's ended up being some of the best music I've ever made is a testament to the power of Hyper-productivity X Zone-inhabitation X Bloody-minded-refusal-to-give-up-ever-no-matter-the-circumstance.

 

It astonishes me every day what can be accomplished here in the future, and I am giddy with gratitude... that is when I'm not cursing at the laptop for not being able to handle my Spectorian levels of ambition at all times. I oscillate wildly between these two places, and that seems to be about right to me.

 

We have come so far, but we have so much further to go. The things we are gonna see in our lifetime will transcend Arthurian notions of the scope of Magic. 

 

¡Qué tiempo para estar vivo!

 

¡Ama a ti y a tu familia!

AKIRA 

Don Studios Playa Del Carmen, Mexico, July 2021

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