Post-Apocalyptic [International] Holiday Schedule

January:

1whenever Day (Jan. 1st)

King Day (Jan. 15th)

First Mathers' Sighting (Jan. 23rd)

February:

Dillatopia Day (Feb. 10)

VDay (Feb. 14)

Mathers' Day (Feb. 23)

March:

Devil's Reunion Day (Mar. 6)

Biggietopia Day (Mar. 9)

CHMama's Day (Mar. 17)

April:

Good Humor Day (Apr. 1)

Eastern Conference Finals (2nd Sun. in Apr.)

A Day To StarChaser (4/20)

May:

A month to prepare for the rest of the year/recap the year passed/passing

June:

Purge Day (Jun. 6)

July:

Cocaine Day (Jul. 4)

August:

Rush Holiday (Aug. 11)

ReGenesis Day (Aug. 14)

September:

2Pacalypse Now (Sept. 7)

October:

CH's birthday (Oct. 31)

November:

Western Conference Finals (Nov. 10)

December:

2whenever (Dec. 21-31)

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The strike continues.

*~captivating~*

The Window of Harriet Winslow

I've been releasing music, with no "machine"-based promotion or public fanfare, for free, for a little over a decade. Dare I call it peer-pressure, but I got in the music business more than once. I have not benefited in any way, shape or form. Others have, and to this day do not show appreciation or support. What I was able to get for myself was either stolen or "lost".

No matter who I am on paper (from Charles Hamilton Houston to Charles Hamilton the "rapper/super-producer"), I do not and have not made money from my music business "opportunities". I have a legitimate lawsuit against MANY, from embezzlement to defamation of character. Such details are why I am a "different" person. Yes. I have done and said insulting things. And all of what I said and did was in defense of this (labeled) borderline child who became a man named Charles Hamilton. With NO ONE else in defense. The ONLY other defender is no longer living (my mother).

My listeners, point blank, are spoiled, with blaring and glaring ignorance to the entire process. They expect me to be "fly" and "clean", not even knowing what they mean. I am not P. Diddy or Ma$e, I do not wear shiny suits OR Gucci, and I am not interested in "the scene". I am purely a musician, and I have a story, mission, goals and messages I share, want to share and have shared with generations of yesteryear and the future.

I am disappointed with... really everyone. The EXACT thing you "stand up against" is what you expect me to be for the success you "believe" I deserve.

My most recent frustration (which led to this post) is an email I got from my website server. I am unable to pay for www.seiaich.com, both the domain and site itself. Mind you, I am selling 75% of my catalog, remastered, on the site. Still, folks ask me to put my music on streaming services. The likelihood of liability (due to samples) is increased, and I already faced a legal issue with Macy Gray's team because of Intervention. Outside of that, I only get DECIMALS of PENNIES when my music is played on streaming services. THIS FACT, OUTSIDE of the TRUTH that there is digital branding on each song/soundbyte placed on streaming services.

So let's recap:

The free music I slaved over to release to ANYONE WILLING TO LISTEN is (a) negatively criticized for its sound [despite the BACKBREAKING work on the details], (b) available for a low price on MY website to stream [streaming is free on my site] AND purchase [I get 100% of profits] yet disregarded, (c) being requested to put on the modern-day brainwashing machine and (d) is being misused and manipulated by mainstream media/music to produce pretty much everything out.

On some street shit, fuck you all and take offense to ANY money I make with corporate (read: WHITE) people. On some conscious shit, I gave MY ALL... JUST AS I SAID I WOULD ON STAFF DEVELOPMENT... not only to provide excellent music, but to ACTUALLY be there for folks... of all ages... yet you still want to be part of "the wave" or want me to be a part of it. As a musician, I am in the same league as Louis Armstrong, Thelonious Monk, Phyllis Hyman... MANY others. The ignorance of "the people" and my desire to make people aware of... shit, THEMSELVES, has forced me into alienation. As a Negro, I am torn between ...well, damn. I'm torn. I'm in Harlem now. Maybe being so in love with Harlem blocked me from seeing the toils of Harlem.

Look, b.

Harlem is Charles Hamilton broken down and welded together. Am I supposed to feel good about it? Either people know who I am and walk past me with whatever reservations, Harlem is being kept from knowing about me, or they don't like me. IN EITHER SITUATION, my heart breaks from block to avenue, EVERY DAY.

So, yo.

Charles Hamilton is on strike.

Officially.

A.D.H.C. is postponed indefinitely.

Loser Radio will not air.

Fine. I'll release "your favorite classics" on streaming services. Just know that the bitterness you taste in the previous sentence is indeed there.

I don't know how hurt I am. But love and my love won't permit me to go OFF.

I have nothing more to say. Don't expect any new music unless someone leaks whatever I send them.

I am furious, hurt, and tired of being used by people of whom don't even know the extent of which I love them, without them even opening their mouth to say something to anger, hurt or use me.

So, thank you.

~Charles Hamilton~

***beep***

[phenomenal]

Oh. You've been fooled by Brooklyn girls. Watch out when you're in the hood, and be careful who you meet online.

Xanax tracks (ADHC continues)

The evidence of Charles Hamilton's paranoid schizophrenia is very evident this 4/20. Yet the coherency of the modern-human's attention span remains a mystery among the distribution of media worldwide/intergalactically. This 4/20 [this episode of ADHC], we find Hamilton in full RobonikVillain mode.

Dr. Robotnik created/built/designed a robotic wife, Omletta. She is the prototype of soulmates. The only problem is, he created/built/designed her. To her credit, she smokes weed [to the bewilderment of Dr. Robotnik]. One day, he decided to watch her get high and study her inebriated idiosyncrasies.

Apparently, Eggman ["grrr..."] knows a thing or two about getting high as well.

This episode of ADHC is a bit more lighthearted, but could EASILY take a dip into the abyss of begrudging and self-imposed vengeance seeking. The best thing the listener can do is join the masses and smoke to the sound of watching...

Mystery Psyance Theatre: Good Girl Devoured

FYI, this is the first project in the series/franchise "Mystery Psyance Theatre". If you'd like to see the future, listen up.

Also, "Intervention" is now available on ALL streaming services. Support, and thank you for your support.

[stay tuned; more music may be on the way today...]

~phenomenal~

High time.

The rerelease.
4/20/2019.
All streaming services.

And that's not the half of my war path.

#playinthevillain!

#NxtSzn

~phenomenal~

Standard Sound

Standard Sound is the dream marriage between Vivendi and Lucasound. A multimedia conglomerate SOLEY based on sound. Microsoft and Macintosh are the primary tools of modern music. With only 10 employees, 5 will work on and develop sound and sounds on Mac technology and the others on Windows. The product, no matter how experimental, will be mastered on a neutral operating system.

(note: operating system isn’t always computer-based)

Sound transcends the senses. Such being said, videographic and cinematic ventures will be sound centric, a la Lucasound. As a brand, Standard Sound will be the foundation of a new media/multimedia resource. Ultimately, there will be a Popworld (Britney Spears, Ariana Grande, Justin Bieber), the mainstream (Beyonce, Rihanna, Drake), the underground (MF DOOM, Madlib, J Dilla) and Standard Sound.

The name Standard Sound comes from the original surname of SEGA; Standard Games. As SEGA developed in its early years, the debate between Nintendo and SEGA came down to who’s music is better. The sound of SEGA music is historic, while the melodies of Nintendo ring in the minds of a generation now blossoming in adulthood. Though I (Charles Hamilton) am known for a retro/vintage gritty sound, I am more than able to produce and engineer in hi-fidelity.

I did it on my first retail album. Got executive producer credit for it, too

There are goals and quotas for employees. Upon kickoff, #TheBigTen will be informed of their duties. Profits are based on a modernized Communism system. And this will be a test of mortal loyalty, as there will be VERY few contracts.

A new marketplace is eminent.

Follow the (nu) Standard.

GoFundMe: Founding the Sound

~phenomenal~

Happy Birthday, VSDiamond.

[a poem]

Whatever we are, we make sense.

I want us to match.

To be a match.

To spark.

To spark without error.

A perfectionist never rests.

We sleep in the same bed when ties no longer bind.

As the knot loosens, we relax.

Yet untied combat boots is a trap.

Cleanliness is divine insecurity.

I let my self go with you.

I let myself go with you.

For every reason not to trust me, I reflect it on you.

We could easily get along.

But we don't know each other.

Madonna's words of Austin ring bigger in the inner city.

My pain-induced racism has a bitter aftertaste, as I kiss you deeper than the racism pain-induced.

You were my influence before I met you.

You met I before influence could see.

I am sorry for my passively barbaric nature.

You are a smooth criminal.

I already said I don't want to be a victim.

What can Pearl Harbor say to Hiroshima?

The very brilliance that explained the beginning developed the end.

Just stand next to me in American Gothic.

Allow me to cause the grin of your Mona Lisa.

I have fallen so many times, I am paralyzed.

See?

So allow me time to heal and forgive myself for all I have to give...

...of myself...

...to keep you.

[that, and this]

A gift for VSDiamond.

[everyday, I get accused...]

Happy Sunday, StarChasers.

~phenomenal~

Power 106/Cruz Show freestyle official lyrics

They been holdin' my back. Holdin' me back. So, I ain't wack. You know it's a fact. Every time I flow from the cap, niggas know it's a crack sentence. And I get sentenced in a prison when I distribute this crack for you to listen to. In fact, it is true. I have fallen off. And I landed on a pile of money. How is it funny? If I fell off, gravity got my back. I guess gravity's the management now. Standin' my ground. Damn I'm profound. Hamilton's sound on a Dre track makes me go back in the day like, "This is the cypherin' phase!". Can't decipher my face. Am I really upset or am I feeling myself? Like Nicki and Bey. Pretty as can be, but I'm ugly inside. Such a beast. You can't fuck with me! That's just how it be. Every time (like I said) when I rap off the skully or ball cap, I run all (w)rap. But a lot of cats like to disagree. Little trolls... yeah. They like to be dissin' me. But I give them they respect online, because they all gon' be on line to cop that album of mine. Bottom line.(,) I respect the hate. But I don't wanna speculate on yesterday's hatred. It could've been a fan or a celeb. Damn. This is all from the head. So I'm reflecting and memorize all the things of these niggas enterprising. They all sayin' "It's dinner time!" when it's time to make a comment. But then, I bomb shit. Like I said. I'm a great musician. And I'm in a great position. "Hey, just listen!" Every time I rock, man... it's so amazing. This beat is great. Simone, don't hate it. My favorite chick from back in the day. But lately, I can't seem make up my mind. I got a new chick. Ass fatter than... whatever you can call a planet that sat her in (Saturn). Rhyming in different patterns. Having mad fun. Got 'em laughing and shit. I wish I could go in the direction I stay in, but that'll leave me mad vacant. So I'm on vacation. Mind spacing out. Blanking out. What I gotta say about now? Rock to the rhythm. Like this shit. Dre track. Pardon me for cursing, but I'm nice with this.

(explanations)

Dr. Dre has a video where there is a torture chamber with hooks on the wall. In the movie "The Cell", the killer was a paranoid schizophrenic who would attach hooks to his back to go to sleep.

Crack viles have caps on them. The Rockerfeller Drug Laws (repealed) would sentence someone to 25-life for possession.

"Even if I fall, I still land on a pile of money..."
-JAY Z, "Success"

I disagreed with management's direction, but was successful.

Nicki and Bey weren't happy with the song "Feelin' Myself", but were very open on the song.

My listeners can be rather disrespectful.

The difference between online and on line is space.

"Head" in Harlem means indirect disrespect via making one feel good.

Everything else, only Dr. Dre would understand.

~phenomenal~

GOAT CH Radio freestyle

Thank you, Cruz.

I covered the last 7 years (to date) in 3 months.

12 years, actually.

A lot of feelings expressed.

Trying not to get teary-eyed now.

Mentally, I was playing "New York Raining" and following the chords lyrically.

"It's too much, my babe; I need you..."

Lyrics to be posted soon.

~phenomenal~

From there/here... [ADHC rolls on]

After dissecting his own heart and pleading for true love to forgive/enable/vindicate him, Dr. Robotnik put his tech tools to sleep for Valentine's night. Upon awakening, he fired up his latest invention: a time machine with the capability to affect/impact wherever in time his presence is felt/not felt. Since Valentine's Day is in Black History Month, he thought he'd start a playful yet vicious fire.

He went to The Cotton Club, circa 1940s Harlem. 

The love he was looking for seemed to be very present there, and... what better way to get love/revenge than to show up all the guys in the band? Much like Charles Wellington in "Down To Earth", he's a wealthy, overweight white man in a majority-Black establishment, looking to outdo those responsible for the culture. Problems are destined to arise.

Blue Notice is a new series of music, venturing into the sounds of jazz. Dr. Robotnik and his latest (perhaps most deadly) invention creates moving, audible still shots of time and gives room for him to do his... Robotnik thing. As with The Rise Of... and Love's Sight, he's in his chamber, traveling physically and through quantum physics, narrating the commotion he causes.

Blue Notice: Sight On

Has the genocidal Dr. Robotnik switched to the suicide side? Or is there something more diabolical up his sleeves?

~phenomenal~

At first... (ADHC continues)

As Sonic the Hamilton remains in the afterlife (he died on "Hamilton, Charles" via "Stay There"), the rise of Dr. Robotnik polarized everyone and everything... all things. Nothing can be done or said about the projected rage of a misunderstood and often humiliated genius. This humiliation is usually by the one who's loved by all things. Yet is a part of all things. By being a thing. How could "the creator of all things" not be loved? The rage is a real as the hate.

With Black History Month being the holder of Valentine's Day, the exploration into the color black begs the question of Dr. J, "What color is my heart?" A black heart would mean certain destruction for all things. The acknowledgement of a heart would mean certain destruction for the beholder. And anyone beholding with him. The coldest thing Dr. Robotnik could do is ignore the pressing politics of February and behold the hue of his heart. Expecting the worse, praying for the best, preying on most who expect the best for themselves.

Angel At My Table is a series of love music (a la The L Word) from the perspective of a good heart gone black. The love of sound brings about the acquired taste of the sound of it, while the desire to prey upon the wicked (consciously or otherwise) is the sound of love.

I offer no further explanations. You either will love or let go.

Love is your fee.

Angel At My Table: Love's Sight

["Can Sonic resurrect?! Have we seen the last of a pure C. Hamilton?! WHERE'S JA?!!!"]

Have a seat.

#NxtSzn



~phenomenal~

At first.... [ADHC continues] {released version}

With Sonic passing away (Hamilton, Charles), Charles losing Sonic and Dr. Robotnik getting more diabolical, love is difficult to come by and keep among 3. What happens when love becomes a chore?

Angel At My Table: Love's Sight

~phenomenal~

The Basic Instruction Before...

Before I leave earth, I will start @SEGA Africa.

The very A in SEGA has a pyramid.
EG is the first 2 letters in SEGA (Egypt).
Senegal exists.

Your denial is the river.

Continue?#NxtSzn#phenomenal

— Prof. Hamilton 🌦 (@charleshamilton) February 6, 2019

Let's talk things over, Adesola.

~phenomenal~

NuDiagnosis (more info at tumblr.com/czhphenomenal)

2/14/2019

7:30 pm

Right here.

Have a seat.

~phenomenal~