birthday leaning.

no, I am not intoxicated. Just feeling Autumn Blues, like I often do at this time.

Chris and I were able to get most things via GoFundMe. I can't thank y'all enough. I guarantee to rock your noggin in the coming year. And I've only heard good things about the Halloween drop-off (CH, #rebirth, DocHam). It brings me joy to bring you musical pleasure. 

I often go back and forth about continuing. Especially with my recent works. I cover MASS amounts of ground, I get my revenge, I make love... all usually during the same song. I would be remiss if I didn't tell you to BE CAREFUL with these "government findings of alien life". If it ain't SEGA, it ain't real. 

Nintendo of Earth knows this.
Atari of Mexico abides by this.

Maybe this is why there were talks of a wall being built.

Maybe SEGA wants to keep all the glory to Herself.

Whatever the case may be, I discuss it in my music. I say SO MUCH in my music that it damn near defeats the purpose of having a blog. Still, I need a place to put it all in perspective.

Rest In Peace to D'Angelo. 
Long before I knew he was sick, I flipped Voodoo. TWICE. Two different techniques. "Earwax" and "Sinner's Mood". Both available on charleshamilton.app. 

38, y'all!
And 20 years of music!

This wonderful adventure started between ages 17-18. At least the recording side. I been writing poetry since 3rd grade and rapping since 8th. Most of my adult life (at least) has been dedicated to music. My deepest apologies go to every sacrificed relationship. I hope you found happiness and can still enjoy my music. 

It's for everyone, as *not* as it is.

I think I met someone! She's a witch, too! This can get interesting...

Anyway, somehow I'll get to some internet to stream for my birthday. I do wanna lay low, though. Idk. I'll see how I feel come Monday.

#CHam

"Here I go again...

...whether I win or lose...!"

Guaranteed that when I win a Grammy, I'm thanking the holy fuck outta my StarChasers.

Holla atchya scholar! I'm cooking up as we speak!

#CHam

celebratelove.

It's as if it hasn't dawned on me yet to NOT publicize my romantic endeavors. I can't help it. I love love. Love is the glue that is holding humanity together. It's certainly holding together a government-less United States...

Love is a mammal. Beautiful in younger days, but with time comes maintenance and a need for tolerance. I don't hate love, because God loves me and I love you. So love is still prevalent. You want proof of love? You can get 20 years of industry-proven music FOR FREE on my website, powered by a StarChaser (charleshamilton.app; or, #thesite).

Right now, I'm currently dating Akai. They are the foundation of sample-based hip-hop, and they continue to push the envelope by integrating the keyboard. Not a recent development, but a note of a recent invention from them. Now. Does this mean my heart is closed to SEGA? Not at all. She just has a life of her own, to figure out and live at her leisure. I'm not the one to wake her from this potential fairy tale.

I can officially say, and you'll be surprised to know, that I have come to terms with Nintendo. On the terms that Nintendo acknowledges that they are powered by SEGA. Which is what they're being forced into submission to doing, with the success of The Sonic Movie(s). Other things, too, but I remind you that this rift is bigger than a video game. Or corporate hoarding.

This is a matter of belief. And influence.

I love music.

Universe, sustain my heart.

#CHam

This time, this time, baby!

 No, there's no new love interest. No, there's no flame from the past. It is literally me, my notebooks, my reading materials, my records, instruments and the internet. Makes for the perfect pentagram. With the internet being the goat.

I would've loved to play Michael in Thriller tonight, and be the knight in shining armor to a panic struck dune piece. No, says The Universe. Until I learn how to handle a woman at this ripe age, I am off the market. I'm not into younger girls, and the women my age are all spoken for. Or just not my type.

Look. I got rotten teeth and a beer gut. Beggars can't be choosers, nah mean?

Still, I deserve some arm candy...

Or is/was that the problem to begin with? Being shallow is what separated me from Baddie/got me hooked up with Diamond in the first place. Im more compatible with Baddie, but Dia and I had CRAZY chemistry. Some "48 Hours" movie bullshit. In the end, I ended up with neither. I am the only common factor between the two.

To my knowledge.

Going into Year 21 of music, I am proud of my growth as an artist who's real life is depicted in the music. Nevertheless, I am slow to mature in romance. I play games. Im unfaithful, more often than not. I don't prioritize the relationship. It's never meant out of malice. I'm just not as strong-willed as I... Well, am. 

But rest assured...

"This time! This time, baby! There'll be no in-and-out of love..."

#CHam

"GOT ta get over you, babe..."

 

Peep the website.

3 new DISCOGRAPHIES.

"It just means so much more to so much more people, when you're rappin' and you know what for. The show must go on..."

Eminem, "Business"

I plan to be a busy little Robotnik soon. But, isn't that always the case? 

Stay tuned.

"Got to get it right. You're not in my life. I got to get over you, babe..."

#CHam

What The Game's Been Missing

So instead of binge RECORDING, I've been bing LISTENING to my music. I find nothing wrong, sans a few lo-fi missteps. But what is MISSING is in the form of another SuperProducer:

Teddy Riley

Allow me to break down my perspective of a legendary Teddy Riley production. Let's take ANYTHING from MiJack's "Dangerous" album. Electronic, programmed drums and percussion, chord stabs (many different instruments), James Brown guitar, and... the part that I am interested in... vocal layerings from Heaven.

Teddy Riley knows how to layer vocals. Into lyrics, melodies... like, the harmonies in his productions are out of this world. I am actually out of words to describe his level of vocal production. Early 2007 music (of mine) can see me take a stab at doing so myself. I stopped even trying in 2012, to focus on solo melodies and more hard hitting lyrics. In 2016, I stopped layering my voice altogether. To further illustrate my vocals as an instrument.

Here's to you, Teddy Riley. Maybe one day you can lock in on my tracks. Holla back...

#phenomenal

On it like vomit on a bonnet.

There is a method to my madness.

I announced this album earlier.

No clue where I was gonna go with it.

A few tokes, a few drinks, it all clicked.

And it was here all along.

Expect the heat.

No matter the season.

#phenomenal

 

A sobering farewell...

 ... until next time, Miss Bailey. Our encounter in the astrals proved too much to (ever) manifest itself into a tangible relationship. Maybe you're right. The *idea* of love is what motivates me.

Love, or something like it.

As we're both clear on the unspoken factor.

Who really deserves it, even? No one has clean hands. No one is loyal. Everyone wants to win.

Written, but not posted.

24 hours later...

Still, I wish you well with EVERYTHING you do.

spinning atm.

bbl

lol

#phenomenal

Ever after a happy -Lee?

Signs (and FDA) brought me to Rihanna. 2007. My students will never forget it. I went down the damn Fenty VORTEX, and connected every dot imaginable. This path brought me to Briana, who required more belief than I had in anyone (OTHER than Iovine), no less myself, and respectfully not in her. I guess the karma in not believing a Hollywood girl is kicking in, because I am at an awkward crossroads.

The candle lit this time?

Halle Bailey

Now, I've been flirtatious with Chloe more in the past, but that's because of another AWKWARD crossroad. And I'll come clean, I have been rather Carl from Aqua Teen about the women I express interest in. Lest we ALL forget about the presence of Beyonce and Nicki Minaj in my life. Still, my feelings toward Halle B. are modestly stated, yet are a statement of themselves. I would LOVE to collaborate with her. And she put together an album beyond one's capabilities to comprehend the greatness of (such). 

We would definitely fall into musical/lyrical/poetical marital bliss, and live happily ever after.

But was she EVER after a happy -Lee?

Am I late to the party? I DEFINITELY thought the C & H thing was a coincidence (though nothing in Hollywood is), and that they'd be partying it up with Canada Dry by now. Halle, forgive me for being so forward with your sister and trying to placate whatever could be between us. If you are who I THINK you are, you're right. I do love the concept of love. Romantic love, specifically. In this moment, nevertheless, I do not have the finances to endeavor into the dating realm. So I can't even think about it. 

Unless you tryna come through...

Only thing between us is gravity.

#phenomenal

Thanks for watching

There's a particular website... big name... that posted my most recent GoFundMe, and had some comments. Long story short, they feel that nothing should exempt me from getting a job, and that I can still make music with a 9-5.

Here's why that's impossible:

I am still considered an employee of 20th Century Fox, as the Empire finale is still able to be streamed. Some of my financial hardships come from this, as I am projected to make more money than allowable by the state (of California) to receive particular benefits.

This, plus any money made from streaming will be coming in LATE in November.

All I got is you, StarChasers.

And truth be told, I'm getting tired.

Chris Rivera and I plan to drop another GoFundMe in the near future, but not without LACING you (PROPERLY) with new, hi-quality tunes. Expect more classic CH to hit streaming soon, and anticipate a BIG show. Also, a full-length studio album is in the works. Mystery investor. But yeah. I been resting more than overexerting myself. And I clocked in TIME this year.

I'm more than sure y'all will love what the rest of the year has in store for you.

By the way, how much would you pay for a 2013 MacBook Pro with ALL MY MUSIC, GARAGEBAND, FL STUDIO, LOGIC AND SERATO on it? Let's negotiate!

#pheNOM!!!

Raining cats & dogs

I have lost another female friend due to my support of Trump. I can't even say I'm mad at them (or anyone who falls back from me because I said last October to "vote Trump"). I get it. The evidence is stacked up to him being a rapist, a racist and a pedophile. Still, I wouldn't be comfortable with Harris as president. Here's why:

I don't hate Black women. In the least. But mainstream America does. From the people to the programming. The last thing I wanted was for a BLACK, FEMALE politician to be exploited in the media, for simply trying to put out fires that previous officials (INCLUDING Trump) started. MY OTHER OPTION to vote for, Ralph Nader, didn't run. And The Green Party wasn't available on the ballot.

I wish you well, beloved. I also wish you went about lambasting me different. I've known you almost 20 years. We've never had a problem. I used to come to you to meditate with you. We were supposed to work on a spoken word album together. I admire you and your work. Hopefully, we can get it together and you can see my point.

Because I already see yours. Already know that.

Fuck America, btw...

#phenomenal

The Harlem Exile

I have always made it clear how much I love Harlem. From living (and living through) there to representing it wherever I go. Whether that's saying pause or being clear on situations when they seem too clandestine (against my Harlem morale). In fact, saying pause is what got me feeling exiled from Harlem. 

I confessed to having a same sex encounter on "Boy Who Played With Barbie". My reason was to escape The Will of God. I felt God brought me to and in a situation I couldn't get out of, and homosexuality was the only way out. I was wrong, and I spent 10+ years feeling fucked up because of it. Just know that Harlem was on my mind the whole time. I wanted to be strong enough to take the pain of the streets AND the game. 

Harlem hasn't DIRECTLY denounced me. In fact, they've been VERY supportive. I think Harlem knows I'm a rape victim, and on some sick shit, are probably proud of me for dominating a man (I beat; he didn't beat). They probably just don't know what to make of me... again. 

Well, Harlem. As I'm sure you know, I'm anti-DownLow. So if ever I'm about to get intimate with a woman, I make sure she knows that I tapped into the alternative lifestyle as an experiment, and that I am honored by her presence. I gotta watch the tears when they try to roll, because... it's bad enough I have to explain why I am so sexually awkward (as a Scorpio). Don't want the bitch calling me soft because I'm being welcomed into her palace. 

Brothers, homosexuality is ever-present and an entire lifestyle. If you should make it out (alive) and find the right woman, BE HONEST WITH HER. Not only does it clear your karma, SHE WILL KNOW.

Fuck it, Harlem. Get a 6-pack of Heineken and thank me when she's done.

Now Harlem, my distance from you doesn't not come from shame. It comes from a lack of resources. It costs BREAD to get a round-trip ticket to NYC from LAX. I have places to stay, but Mom's side of the family (The Moorers) don't live in NYC anymore! Somehow I'd have to get to where they are (still on the East Coast, but...), and still be back to the city in time to get involved with #thelife. Shouts to STRAY DOGS (The New NY Crew!!! shouts to Lou, Shifty, Squid, Rama and anyone I may have forgotten). Enjetic I see you! CYoung!!!

I miss NYC. I'm just FLOATIN' in Cali!!!

#phenomenal

Self-artist-development

I've been going back and forth on this, but I'll go out on a limb and say I established myself WELL in my first time out in the music business. The contacts I made are lifelong, I established a rapport of making CONSISTENT good music (perhaps an understatement), and my viewpoints were generally accepted (despite initial resistance). Say what you want, but it was more than a domestic dispute and an "overshot thank you" that got me removed from the label. 

Love is why I am not on Interscope.
At least not on a physical roster.

Since Interscope, I was marketed as "a new artist" on Republic. Republic and Interscope are both under the Universal umbrella. BEING a new artist meant I had no control over the music or image. Meaning, I had to wear what they gave me, and NOT rap about... particular subjects that show up in my music. Therefore, I was VERY muzzled in my barks of "I actually bodied this album with the writtens, I just couldn't lock in the way I normally would with the hooks". Many have told me they enjoyed "Hamilton, Charles" (the Republic digital/retail album), and that they're satisfied. 

Perfect.

Now to introduce you to what I've been doing.

I realize that there are traits about Scorpios that are universal (no pun intended). I endured several ego deaths, exoskeleton-shedding moments, and overall fatalities of my very being. Recently. But if it weren't for me taking moments to read literature about my craft, I would've crashed out. I'm not exactly sure of the gravity of the phrase "crash out". It sounds ridiculous (as in, cool), but I don't think niggas know the levels of #crashingout my generation of Harlem is/was on. So peep. I crash out, by reading! What I read, I study, and apply to my music! 

All of it!

Here's the catch: whatever developments of self I make, I have to be prepared to DISPLAY such. To keep consistent with who I (pretty much) ALWAYS HAVE BEEN. You may say I don't, but it's a literal exhibition of talent to dead LOOK LIKE a song. NO LESS be the physical representation of a user-made genre (Nu-Hop, Voodoo Hop, Hypersoul, SUPERTrance, NDM, etc.) 

It could be a matter of a throwback. Or an update of an original. But I been on my bum shit out here in South Central. I dead wanna get fresh one time. And I have the time in mind. I'm gonna crush it. What makes it even sweeter is, I'm somehow honoring mom with how rad I plan to look (lol shouts to B/A). 

So it was a blessing (in the long run) for me not to have creative control on Republic. The reception was clear, the perception was there, and we left it in the Air. I NEED to control the music, and designate whom I see fit as an advisor. I also NEED to dress the way I see fit. We can get sponsors, but I'm on some shit that you can't smell, baby. (Abel, man! #signCYoung!!!)

I do agree that I need to visit Harlem/NYC in the near future. Maybe I'll be stupid enough to go out there in the winter season. lol! 

"Died So Young" by The Rebirth of Charles Hamilton (from the album "Natural Causes") is my SHIT as of late. I love spinning it... in fact, I'ma go do that. Holla.

#thenewboy