You got it, Mr. Roboto...

 It turns out my multi-port deck was over loaded. I got my Scarlett and Numark plugged into my post, and that's taking power away from my drives.

Hold on. Let me check the others.

(delays post)

well, it looks like my oldest drive (11/10/2014) has passed away. She held it down for TEN YEARS. I don't know external Terabytes to last for 10 years.

(tries other hard drive)

My 6-year old shows up in the Disk Utility, but is slow to mount itself onto the ...I guess, desktop?

Regardless, I got 1 of my drives to work.

Keep it on the low, but my old MacBook (the one I got from Markus/HamilVision) is up and running. I just need a mouse, a multi-USB port and... a HUGE, powered, multi-Terabyte hard drive. 

My apartment looks like Best Buy.
It's best I keep the company to a minimum.

NEW STYLES!
NEW IDENTITIES!
NEW HOME PLATE! (what up, LA!)

Still the same loser.

"Is he still King?"

Alleycat Morals

As an update, I finally got around to getting a (temporary) phone situation. I can at least blog, check socials and email. But I missed a lot of important things in the span of 3 days.

And, somehow, NONE OF MY HARD DRIVES ARE WORKING!!! I might lose SEVERAL THOUSAND FILES, INCLUDING ORIGINAL SAMPLES AND MASTER RECORDINGS!!!! FUCK!!!!!!!

All I can ask is that you, StarChasers, keep up with EVERYTHING. Just in case I lose it all. 

But yeah man. That has me pretty bummed out. I may have to resort to YouTube for samples. Or do like I did with The Pink Lavalamp and sample what I'm familiar with.

Regardless, you will not be alone this holiday season.

#therebirth

Velocity

So DJ Enjetic, my new manager (hit him up!) said that it's crunch time!, and that I need to make stronger records. I wouldn't argue, but no one has really heard what I'm working on this year. And the one record I allowed to hit the surface ("She Smiled [For Once]") has a buzz behind it. I think the strength of a record can only be gaged with time. 

Usually the songs you like right away, you end up not liking in the long haul.

I don't se myself making another "New York Raining". That seems to be what's in demand. High-pressure love songs. My love interest is drifting away, my --Aliens! are getting married at a rapid rate... love isn't the kindest thing to me these days. I can almost blame myself. But I've been having a tough time with love since... lol damn. It's been ROUGH for almost 20 years!

Just keep being patient. I got the music. If it's not for everyone, it's for my StrChsrs.

LOVE!

Presidential beefs

 Bush is who first implemented the "free phone" program. Obama put it under his name. Trump is talking about cutting the program if he gets re-elected. Harris has no clue what's going on.

It's bad enough Obama stole my dream of being the first Black president. Now I can't utilize the free phone program? Trump, though i endorse you, I BEG you not to destroy the free phone program. The phone, its hotspot and the apps are THE ONLY WAY I communicate to the outside world.

If it isn't clear, my free "Obama"phone got turned off today, OUT OF NOWHERE. Usually, you have to make a call within 30 days to keep the service on. I WAS USING THE PHONE LAST NIGHT! Something's up.

Stick around until the holiday season, nevertheless. I got some goodies in my sleigh. 

#SoundOff!!!

All the people you fucking know...

 So this is one of my favorite songs. By anyone. Ever. And the meaning is so dense, it can be feasted on for years to come.

Basically, Harlem has an unspoken heroin problem. And P. Diddy knows about and has capitalized upon it. When I look(ed) at Harlem River as I wrote the song, all I can see is overdosed bodies floating to the top and dope baggies with the Bad Boy logo on them.

Instead of feeling bad, I adopted Harlem's aggressive, yet carefree attitude to provide 3 verses of opioid-flavored fun. I hope you enjoy this song as much as I do.

Shouts to Modest Mouse/Curtis Mayfield.

If you know, you're still learning.

#SoundOff!

Cali connect

After last night's review of music, I can honestly say in open and up to collaboration. We can discuss a budget, but really it's about the chemistry.

For example, today's session.

A kid named Dylan. I met him through Josh Pastel, who would join me on live sometimes while at the 2nd halfway house. Dylan is a longtime listener who was waiting in the wings to collab.

We're working together today. On what? Who knows. But it's good for me to get out the house. Especially if I'm collaborating with someone from Hell's Gate (LA).

More to say, more to be seen.

Stay tuned!!!

(#SoundOff!!!)

The latest morning.

Charles Hamilton (Lyricist)

C. Hamilton (MC)

The Talented Mr. Hamilton (DJ)

Jr. (Poet)

Charles Hamilton, Jr. (Pianist)

Hamilton, Charles (Inmate)

King Charles (Executive)

Xarles (Alien)

The Rebirth of Charles Hamilton (Minister)

All of the above are listed in the order of evolution. They also are a play on, what I believe is, a misdiagnosis. I do believe I'm bipolar (extreme highs and lows), but I only start dalving into different identities when I was deep into my diagnosis.

So you're still getting me, just repackaged to cater to my circumstances.

I came up with C. at VS Diamond's house, for example.

Expect music from #TheBig3 (Executive, Alien and Minister) as the year ends. Until then, get yourself acclimated to The Inmate. You can find it on the website (charleshamilton.app), under the link Hamilton, Charles.

Shouts to Drewzer (Andrew Howe)

#SoundOff!!!

Mama Reigns Supreme

I caught myself thinking about all the things mom put me through. 

It was JUST WHAT I NEEDED. 
Stern discipline for not following directions.

If I get a job, I gotta obey the rules. Not just the law. And if, in the rules there is something I'm not comfortable with, I have to be able to discern what's best for me. 

Sometimes, one's morals get in the way of one's goals.

So follow your heart.

.

.

Now, mama, wouldn't have me be a fucking sellout. But she would always say "Use what you got to get what you need." A hard pill to swallow, but it's a true Devil commandment. And this world is run by The Devil. Rather, The Devil's. Rather, The D'Evils.

hint.

My mom showed me a lot about sampling, believe it or not. She taught me to look DEEP WITHIN the record to find the meaning. To LOOK at a song, not just LISTEN. Likely, you see The Hanged Man if you use your third eye and listen to my music. From Day One until now. I can't escape that. But I have too much pride/am too intelligent to be The Fool, I'm too nice of a guy to be The Devil, I'm scared of The Tower and am not friendly enough to be The Sun.

I'm a HERMIT, damn it!!!!!!!

lol but whatever the cards should make me (and their definition), I'm at mercy of Tarot/Wicca/Alchemy.

Probably God's problem with the whole thing.

See you in October!!!!!!

#SoundOff!!!

For Harlem Girls Only!!! (dont think i dont know...)

 

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I echo the sentiment.
Sha-leik and I are at peace.

Don't come at him or give him a hard time.

This man is about HIS.

ALL inclinations that he is THEE Dawg is to be acknowledged.

He'll clean up any messes.

Right, Sha?!

Let's go, Harlem!
UNITY!

#SoundOff!!!

Time On My Hands...

...since I been away huh LA? 
LOL don't trip. I miss being out and about myself.

So the damn Hot Spot on my phone is working again. I must've exceeded my data limit or something. I learned my lesson on going live with this thing... and streaming/downloading music has to stop (on my end; lol). 

I'm getting all my blogging and emails in now.

If you don't already have it, my email addy is charleshamiltonreturns@gmail.com. That's for collabs, beat inquiries, -Chaser Mail (emails full of love and admiration)... all the above.

In due time, I will reveal my new manager. He has to get used to the complete WORKLOAD he has in front of him, and I have to learn how to trust again.

HUGE SHOUTS to Dr. Dre. 

We gon' make a billy first.
Or was that too left?

#SoundOff!!!