(works on it for about 90 minutes after starting this post)
It is entitled "Speaking of Witch...". It's Gospel-centered, but in the same vein as "Modern Art!" and "Here We Go Again...". DJ anthems.
Thank you *drKiwi* for suggesting the album title. A good cornerstone to the foundation of this jam session.
As I listen to ...a Dilla-produced #cHam song about a particular StarChaser (not Baddie, for a change), I am reminded of my mission.
Save music.
Though I did my part, modern human evolution is eroding at the very fabric of musicianship and music IN GENERAL. I'm sure a comma was needed up there, but I'll save it for 5 words ago. Anyway, musicians are set to have the hardest time getting gigs with the rise of AI. And producers now only have to remember their presets and settings. Basically, the work load is lighter for those who, honestly, have a lot of work to put in.
So I am going to be taking my time "PROTECTING" music. Instrumentally, at least. I am recording, but without knowing the intricacies and depth of my "bars", it becomes an acquired taste.
I'm tryna rock the house.
From here.
Anywhere, should my travels continue.
No rest for the wicked.
#FCCH type shit.
#CH
Thoughts, from the tunnel-minded mind of...
If it is not appreciated that I both feel good and want the listener to feel good, what then is the relationship between The Sun and The StarChaser? Each of us are in different times in our lives from when we first met. At first, it was stories of how I survived and was living in the spotlight. It later became battle cries for respect and reverence. I just didn't know who I wanted it from, though I was clear on who my adversaries were (such became less clear as time passed). Over time, my music overran my blog (as far as moments updating the -Chaser on exactly what's going on).
These moments are being cherished now, 10 years later.
The struggle then became desiring to live, AFTER suicide. I'm not *as* suicidal, but I get pretty depressed. I thought being able to make music whenever would calm it down. Nope. I get almost paralyzed by my moments of depression. Yes, I do make music still (for those asking), I just don't want to make music for the sake of making music. I talked about that on "At Most I'm Just". You gotta avoid what is seen as forsaken: making music for the sake of "making shit". I feel that, though I gave my music new purpose/life by DJing, it may not be enough. I thought about making another lyric book. Maybe for "Mr. Black Cat".
All heads high for Magic!!!
Lest we forget, I'm bipolar, and the very ups-and-downs of life are felt by me. I'm simply expressing this roller coaster contextually. Again. Like I did on "The Bipolar Sunshine".
Is it fading??
Am I........ melting??!
Both are in gangs. RIVAL gangs at that. Both require belief to exist. Both have a BEAUTIFUL feminine side.
Both are in my bedroom, praying to Allah and listening to The Rebirth of Charles Hamilton.
I think I took it pretty high, b.
I love doing that.
Sonic needs God, according to God. God can heal his feet from the spikes. Redirect his anger to not the enslaved woodland creature, but to the maniacal Mutant man that made this mess (Dr. Robotnik).
That's where I step in. I'm #TheBlackDrRobotnik. I myself heal Sonic. Herbs through music. Herbs WITH music. Showing him how to deal with being the fastest thing alive. Because JimC is... well, white, I have to flip the meaning.
More, but #evolution is shy...
#rebirth...
In this moment, I am alone. My neighbor just stopped by to give me a cig. That was nice. But... I call myself being a monk. That's how I get over feeling alone and antisocial. I've read my Bible more than once, I've read my spell book more than once... Qur'an, Tarot... All that I want to know, I know and have access to.
This is between me and God.
Someone suggested that, in my 40s, I should get into ministry. And I kinda agree. I don't think it would be cool to wear Tripps in my 40s. Going hard is one thing, aging out is another. It's still SEGA forever and Goth till the end. I'm just .... barking on God.
I confessed to my sins. Repented, even. In fact, I did it just now! So what is it really? God assured me that the path I'm on is one of greatness. He insists that I rest and, as someone else reminded me, "give yourself a chance".
God, this pain I feel... It's for you. I feel your pain. You feel nothing. I took it a step further from Jesus. You feel no pain, sir! I invested in it! This pain fuels the rage. I flip the rage into a groove. The groove incites joy. Just enjoy it. No need to bite everyone's head off. Right away, at least.
For the pen freaks out there, I do write. I compose, actually. Maybe *seeing* the rhyme is what brought you joy before. Admittedly, as The All-Seeing Eye, I don't want to share my *sight* with a SOUL. Niggas know what they can suck (Ross). But I have compassion. And passion. I'll warm up to the thought of writing full songs soon.
Remember: Demevolist wasn't all the way invested until "Brooklyn Girls" took off. I was thought to be the weird one. 20 something years later, they honor the craft more than ever. Granted those are my Dawgs and I'll ride for them to no end, they didn't get the vision until it made cents...
In said loneliness, I reflect on people who feel I'm a good DJ, but I "only spin my records". My response is simply: no one else spins it. Lol!
Okay. I think I'm good being alone. Pardon me, God. SEGA, Stray Dogs, Columbine Gang, Demev, Harlem, St. Clair, South Central... I'm down, but not out.
#therebirth...
I sit here on my toilet, a president in conflict. I am aware of my nuclear arms, have access to reserve food and water, and DEFINITELY have the stripes to be a general. But I don't want to deploy. It's not in my heart to deploy. The thought alone makes me cower and concede victory (BEING the nuclear superpower).
Not knowing where to begin, I go.
The greater I make myself, the fewer people fit in #my bigger picture. The more I take myself serious, the more I see missed opportunities. I can't beat myself up about it, though. For one reason or another, said opportunity wasn't clearly made available.
Now, I have a thing about *waiting* for love. And this particular relationship... Bro. It's still too sensitive to discuss. Just know that, someone I was *waiting* for is now off the market. I won't put your name and business out there, but while you were out there filling voids, I was out here resisting temptation. And the only tempest in my life, I made you aware of.
I've said all I can. I must prioritize me if I'm going to push forward in the public eye. No turning back ...
#thealien!!!
#Angel is complete. I sent copies of it to people of whom's opinion I value. No one said it was bad (thank God), but one reviewer felt it was too Hov-and-RecoveryEm for his liking. I feel bad about paraphrasing, but... he sent me a link to "Most Likely To Succeed" (2008) and said he needs music like this/that.
Not that it's hard to do, but... I told him from 2005-2010, I was making music for THE WHOLE WORLD. After my first incarceration, I decided to please myself.
Which means, for me, means simple phrases with ultra-complex meaning(s).
Not only am I addressing individuals, I'm addressing THE ROOT of ALL problems. Whether you know it or not. For example, I commented on Halo's success with AI on a tape dedicated to the presence/essence of Rihanna. Rih knows the complexity, Halo appreciated the shout, all you gotta do is sit there and let the music consume you.
Don't feel wack about me not making music for the world. No one is on the same page (anymore). I make rebellious music, FROM THE INSIDE. For the young people who stumbled upon me, welcome. As wack as it is though, you might have to join a fraternity or sorority to have the bars CLEARLY explained to you.
It's like that.
Before you rule off an album as sub standard, live with it. NO ONE liked "Yeezus" when it first dropped. Now, people call it a modern classic. In this instance/instant/moment, I wouldn't mind The Curse of Kanye. His psychosis is seen as genius. My psychosis is in my music, however. If I ever flipped on you in person, you provoked it. And Ive told you my triggers.
Regardless, I reserve the right to remain peaceful. Fuck niggas (bitches, too!), but I am rather Athenian in this Spartan-ass world of modern music (specifically Hip-Hop). I am an artist, seeking to keep my peace while I turn up the vibes (through music).
By the way, some songs SUCK until you hear them at a party...
#Angel album art, coming soon...
#XarlesXarleXarlesXarlesXarles
I had a great conversation with my man Lou (again). In it (to make it brief), he said "never let your inner child die". I smiled, yet as I started to reply, I checked to see if I still had my inner child.
Nope.
Murdered by the hands of Scooter.
I started to bark on him for... what I felt was his "allusion" to me being "too grown", but I paused. As I paused, I felt an avalanche of emotions. Ranging from rage, to depression, to hate, to ...I don't know. I just felt that all these years of me building myself up was a cover-up for (me) not doing anything about my inner child being dead.
Now, I can't just run up in Scooter's house and BODY him. Like, on a technical side. He's in prison. And I'm sure my success is a big enough thorn in his side (though last I heard, he told his mom/my aunt to tell me that he loves me and is proud of me). But yo. My inner child comes into play every day I make music. Really, my inner child comes out in every song I don't (at least halfway) write physically.
Lou and I hung up, still on good terms (remember; the above dialogue was inner), and I immediately went to work trying to revitalize my inner child. I expelled my spirit into my Universe, let my Spirit drift, and... wouldn't ya know it? I found him! Sitting in mom and dad's Cleveland apartment (Shaker Heights), wearing a 3-piece suit, reading The Cleveland Call & Post.
Truth is, I always wanted to be a grown up. I As I got older, I wanted to be a mature rock star. Drugs would be involved, but only amongst family (shooting up with my wife, smoking weed with my children, doing LSD with my band). I ALMOST had the vision with Simone Porter, but she had different plans.
Jeeeez.
Before I go into a rant about how the women in my life have all eroded at my inner child, I'll move on.
I am currently bumping Large Professor's catalogue. To me, he's hip-hop's best kept secret. So many jewels being dropped her. Definitely taking notes. As a young CH, I always wanted to battle him. 3 rounds. We would rhyme over our beats, whether in battle verses or just flow exhibitions. Simply because I wasn't outside when he was, and I felt my sound and style were superior. This is a very humbling experience. Without him, there's no CH (according to the backlog of music I'm catching up to). We often mention Pete Rock and DJ Premier, but... just off this experience alone, LargePro belongs in MANY conversations.
#cHam
Dead weed. smh check out "3PM" from "Where Is Charles Hamilton (WICHcraft)" to peep the frustration. (several bowl hits ...
