VDay, StH and CH.

Shortly will be Valentine's Day.
Also the release of The Sonic Movie.
Though I have no plans on seeing the movie (low funds, high anxiety, etc ), I recorded an album about my wonder of Sonic.

Sonic is red, white and blue.
Like The United States of America.
And The United Kingdom.
Some can say that his attitude comes from somewhat being a light-skinned nigga.
The movie made his arms blue, but traditionally, his arms, belly and legs are tan.

White gloves.
White socks.
Green eyes.

What could this all mean?
Have Sonic and CH agreed to disagree about the policies of The US (which affect the world at large)?

Check it out.

StH: American Paradox

Also, check this out.

An Ugly Representation of Bad

Self-assurance packaged as... the constant need for assurance.




Enjoy.

Happy VDay.

#captivating 

Various artists.

Valentine's Day is overrated to those who've experienced love and don't have it anymore.
I literally caught myself about to say it.
I dont know what's going on with Isa Valera.
VSDiamond has access to love everywhere.
Baddie (Tanea) is going on dates with someone else.

At the end of the day, me being selfish and cowardice is why VDay will be spent with music.
I cant bring myself to watch The Sonic Movie.
I cant and won't front, there is a bit of bitterness.
I sacrificed sanity and comfort to pursue the belief in SEGA being an alien unit.
I haven't even been to the city to see the Sonic memorabilia.
I am proud of SEGA.
Happy for Sonic.
I still have bills to pay and to keep a roof over my head.
Not to mention the other unspoken tasks I have to take care of.

It seems like everything is pulling me away from music.
3rd Eye Magic (me and Chris) are talking to some labels.
I solo am talking to some labels.
As far ahead of my time and RIGHT ON TIME as I am, the perceived demand is for excess and lust.

Yo.
Book me a session at Electric Lady and bring some desperate housewives.
It will be hyperlit.

I smoke a lot.
Starting with cigs, loving weed and lusting Backwoods.
Smoking is a coping mechanism.
I'd rather do it alone, as much as I'd rather smoke with like-minded people.
I understand me.

And this Valentine's Day, I will have 24 hours to do so.

I think, in the name of love, I'll just produce all day.
If I record, it's from a Love TKO.

Happy Valentine's Day, Simone.

If I'm The Gothic Redd Foxx, you're DEFINITELY Elizabeth.

(dies from comedic heart attack)

#captivating

Hippie blood

Sweet with love.
Sour from fear.

I'd rather make money than get money.
Making money comes with pride.
Not arrogance.
You can be proud of yourself for money you've made.
Getting money is more militant, and doesnt translate into happiness.

I need dental work and a bed.

This ominous glow of "have you heard..." is everywhere.
I miss "talking in circles".
The people who feel I do are stupid and/or are unable to follow.
I am not a teacher (yet).
The burden of your knowledge is not on my hands.
Especially since you already know.

Rather Magneto, this morning...




Bully.

#captivating

Lithium Soul

The essence of Vampire Music/Nu-Hop.
My music looks like Raven from Teen Titans Go!.
I think she is beautiful.
She might be the strongest one, if her insecurity doesn't do her in.

My adoration turned into self-reflection.

My narcissism, as noted by my mother and uncle, is becoming more present.

But to all those who call me narcissistic, how would you like me to behave?

I might make adjustments based on your reccomendation.

I finally felt the gate open today.
I felt th... nevermind.
I dont want a drug-related crime on my legal and social rap sheet.

Steak quesadillas from Taco Bell!

Re-mark-a-ble!

Destined for madness.

Practicing Scholasticism (click here)

The alphabet, as sang by Isa Valera.

Or Tori Amos.

#captivating 

Awkward Black History

It has been said that DJ Premier taught Alchemist how to make beats.
The role of the student is to exceed the teacher.
Last night, Alchemist DJ'd for Eminem at The Oscars.

I dont know for sure.
I wasn't there.

He just posted a pic on IG.

But dont hate on Alchemist because he's white, DJ'd for the greatest white rapper of all time and did it at The Oscars.
Acknowledge the reach of hip-hop.
It connected two White boys from totally different class groups and states altogether.

BEFORE The Internet.

Unless hip-hop is a chemical agent's byproduct, put in place during the crack epidemic in the 80s.

You cant be too sure these days.



-so mote it be

VoodooVibeLounge_VVL_New goal

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So I have a new goal in mind.
Open a (my own) lounge in Alphabet City, NYC.
Named VoodoVibeLounge.
VVL, as it's to be known as in the streets.
I plan to DJ there OFTEN if not every night.
Open from 7:30pm-4am.
Dropping exclusives and rarities.
Of both my own music and in my collection.
Zebraprint ottomans.
Black and white tye-dye fixtures.
Black and white lavalamps.
Black and white (race and attire) Zombie Waitresses.
Frankenstein bartenders.
Smoking section (cigs).
Private rooms for 3 (required) for 30 minutes, $50 an hour.
Spoken word open mic, every Wednesday.
Jam session (open stage) every Saturday night.
Punany Poets, the last Friday of the month.

Send the vibes out there.
I have what it takes to carry this out.
If only you believe...

#remarkable

Towerful memories

When the offspring is facing Empty Nest Syndrome.

My dad suffered a heart attack recently.
I now have to come to terms with the fact I may lose both parents soon.
My dad sorta rules the world.
High level, Secret Society type shit.
If he passes, I accept responsibility.
If I have kids, they become worshipped.

But shit!
He's my dad!

I also was in existence since before 11/10/1987.
With three others.
One of these others had a birthday in the last 36 hours.
The other has a daughter.
The final has a son and a blossoming career (of which I know more about than he thinks I does).

But shit!
He's my dad!

I want The Browns to win just ONE Super Bowl before my dad passes.
Or at least for my dad to meet Jim Brown.

What good is the world when you've sacrificed your happiness for it?

My dad and I have a rough relationship.
We are also both extremely intelligent.
We one-up each other all the time.
My brother and I speak, but not as often as I'd like.
We're very close regardless.

But man.
What am I gonna do about my dad?
What am I gonna do without my dad?

I'm definitely in a funk today.

6ixz 4ever.



#captivating

Application Under Review

Eminem.

A major part of my development growing up.
No homo.

The Shadys have embraced me.
Detroit and I made peace.
Paul follows me on Twitter.
Griselda album dead the best shit ever.
Obie (and Jean Grae) kept me going in late 2009.

But is Eminem a Gothic Apprentice?

Em is more gangsta than tolerable.
It is possible that his homophobia is a product of his enviroment.
But with a gay man running for president, is it possible that Eminem has heightened ESP?

I like to believe that Eminem has spidey senses.

I've been dragged by the Gay Media Police for saying that the physical discomfort I felt when I was sexually assault led to confusion as to how a man would want to experience such as a lifestyle.
Then I moved to Harlem, where you get called a faggot for talking proper.
Then I learned what such action actually is.

Is homosexuality a form of population control?

Do lesbians deserve chivalry?
Can gay (gaay) men take responsibilty?

Find out next time on The Adventures of Pac Ham.


See ya soon, Slim.



#captivating
#remarkable

Columbine Gang Welcomes

Issa Rae.

I feel her je ne se quoi is being exploited by homo-erotic Caucasian men.

And Black people dont make fun of her because shes on TV.



The makings of a perfect Columbine Gang Insurgent (CGi).













#remarkable

And a great save by Music!

Hockey banter.

So today I've reached a new level on the keys!
In my honest opinion, speed isnt a major factor in improv.
Nevertheless, Chick Correa and Eldar are the fastest players in the history of the piano.
Chick Correa is Latin and Eldar is European.
Eldar is just in the Guinness book.

Still, speed isnt that important.

But I've gotten faster.

My complaint about being on medication is that is slows down my playing.
Somehow, switched up my playing style to more chord-based.
This, from melody driven.

I remember one might in LA I saw Brian McKnight play and sing.
He'd probably kill me for talking about his technique, so I won't (at the time of writing this).
But he played with strategy.
I guess my gospel and rock-and-roll roots got the best of me, because, even though I can do what he does, I just jam out.

You can sort of hear my new form of playing in my production.
Once you learn the chords to my beats, you can see and hear where I could go on keys.

Just Charles, my piano album, is all sorts of wicked.
I dont even want to talk about it.
I'd rather you just listen.

This post concludes a jam session I just had, where I broke through the meds and played my heart out.
There is no referee telling me what chords are not allowed, no critic to say they cant follow.
I just went for BROKE.

I might go live in a few to share the musical wealth
Same time, I dont want to.
I feel good being alone.
Feels weird, but it's a good weird.
Plus, my ipod died.
I'd be going live on the device i use for music.

Charles. Ostracized.

Ostracized.

Back to jamming.

#captivating 

Overwhelming. Demand.

Being John Nintendo

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That's the link.
Click.
Tap.
If on a Droid, extract the files by going to your downloads folder.
If on an iPhone, you may have to download iZip.

Doing so makes you a part of Apple Underground.

The more money I make, the more free music you get.
I'm the Walking Wikipedia.

Thank you for requesting this, SO MUCH, SO SPECIALLY, SO SOON.

Thank you, John Nintendo.

The cover.

Remarkable.

The Disappearance of J*Davey

The piano is my altar.
The drums are my confession booth.
The bass is my wine.

The guitar is my witch's broomstick.

My first electric guitar was named No Name.
It was a Rok Axe.
A generic guitar from 125th street.
A great way to start.
Like a basic Stratocaster.

Jenneia Carter (Carterbelle!) gave me her Hello Kitty Fender.
And I went STUPID with it.
"I'm Good (Bret Hard)" was her big mainstream debut.
When I lost my house, I lost Darling Nikki (the Hello Kitty Fender).

My mom gave me an acousticelectric Hybrid.
I named her Christina (miss ya, Teenie!) and... was reserved about playing her at first.
I was using her as an MPC.
When I moved back to NYC in 2018, I played her NON STOP.
Until she died.

Acoustic guitars have life, and they can die when overplayed.

While living at VSDiamond's, I bought a Davison guitar.
Named J*Davey (after the Neo-Soul band).

I went to Baltimore with it.
And yes, I used her as an MPC.
We rode oooouuuuuuuuuuttttttttttt.

I recorded Two: Symphony of the Damned (album) and CHSonicBrain (Funkadelic "Maggotbrain" cover) with her.

When I came back to NYC this time, she flew off into the distance.

When fucked good and right, electric guitars fly off like a broomstick.
Swear for God.

I currently am looking for an all-Black Fender Stratocaster.
That is my guitar of choice.
Davison (J*Davey) was AWESOME.
But I go interstellar with a Fender Strat.

If someone could be so awesome and get me one, or give me theirs, I'll be forever grateful.
I miss shredding.

I have an Arturia MiniLab that I can plug-and-play, so I'm good with keys.
And if anything should happen to Artie, I play keys using the keyboard on the MacBook.

I miss you, J*Davey.
I hope you know I loved you at first sight.

I hope all is well, Darling Nikki.

And No Name, thank you.

Special shout out to Matthew Anderson's old guitar.
I had a BLAST workin' YOU out.

#fascinating