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

More pills and potions

I can feel the meds working now. At first, they used to block suicidal thoughts. Then they quelled the mania (making HELLA music at one time). Now, they're working at my desire to make music overall. This is, respectfully, the fault of my mother and father. In 2010, they insisted I be institutionalized. Mainly because of a suicide letter I posted on my blog. That in the eggshell, I understand. But I'm being asked to perform at the same level I was on before the medication.

Work through it.

I do a lot for my StarChasers. I don't think fighting the urge to REST should be a thing. Like, ever since I recorded "The Bipolar Sunshine", I haven't felt the urge to do SHIT. I HAVE been recording, producing and spinning, but... damn, bro. I did it all. D.I.A., to quote Cam. 

I have every reason to be proud of myself.
My StarChasers love me, despite how they may look to the masses. The masses are embracing my StarChasers and the inhabitants of The Hamilton Quazar. The Hamilton Quazar is in HEAVY demand. 

If I'm gonna continue, I MUST do things on my terms. Every era I ventured into, in 20 years, always came with resistance... until I carried it out. I ask that you TRUST my next direction, and KNOW that it comes with much meditation.

I recently recorded a new street tape. The title describes what I've been doing and making lately... GothicFeelgoodMusic. I'm also in a new crew, founded by my good friend Lou (Lou From Paradise, Scotty Demon, Flames Dean, etc.). We go by the name Stray Dogs. I'm the grown, war-vet dog. I love them, though. They are TALENTED, supportive and ...just overall real people. 

Real niggas, if you will...

Columbine Gang is still pumpin'. 9th is prepping some Jamla releases, ALC is conquering the world, Green Lantern is dooinit in real time, DOOM is haunting folks... all my peoples is okay. Pardon the Ebonics.

I guess Daft is okay. I have them posted on the studio walls in my apartment. Same with DOOM, Incubus, Sonic, Tails, Robotnik and Eminem. I think I spend more time with OUR children than Im able to admit to. We have some blessed children, y'all...

Davina gets herself into shit that I can't handle, and Mystic can't handle the shit she got herself into. But they're both okay. Shouts to Pete Rock and DJ Premier.

Pills kicking in. See y'all in the morning.

~~CH~~