Guru, from the mighty Gangstarr died this morning after being in hospital for several weeks. One of the greatest of all time.
I totally fucked up a few years ago when they played in the Savoy in Cork. They did a storming set and afterward a few of the lads hung around to try and meet him. I went home. They got to stay in drinking with him, I vaguely remember them saying that he eats porridge for breakfast. To make it all worse they brought him out tagging. I was asleep in my bed. Idiot.
Once my to tower was finished I settled into this nice cool and calm room to work on some ceramic plates. Grottaglie is famous for its ceramic tradition dating back hundreds of years so it only felt right to give it a go, although I didn’t have much luck last year. I think this room is a million years old. I haven’t seen them since they’ve been fired and anything can happen in a kiln, yikes.
Lucy was working on her ceramics too and she introduced me to some savage new music while we were working . You’ll recognize this Galt McDermott tune from being sampled by Dan the Automator and Gangstarr amongst others. Sexy.
And then there’s this crazy genius Moondog. I’d never heard of him before but I’ve been listening to him loads since. You’ll recognize this one from the Mr Scruff tune.
Conor Harrington 