A screeching halt.

I want to send a very special Rest In Peace shout out to Quincy Jones and Clark Kent. 
Modern Black Music was molded by each of your contributions. 

I want to imagine with y'all for a minute.

Imagine what DJ Clark Kent would do to this, my favorite Quincy Jones production.

Then, imagine what QJ would say on the mic, with a cigar in one hand and a glass of Courvoisier in the other.

The beauty of Imagination.

The reality of Fantasy.

Let your loved ones know you love them, y'all!!!!

#SoundOff!!!

Politics, on a j.

I grew up in a Democratic household.
Ohio is a swing state.

I identify with The Green Party.

I recommend you vote The Green Party, to make an ULTIMATE change.

You don't have to listen to me.

Just know that I know what I'm talking about, as well as MUCH MORE about politics.
...more than I will ever allude to.

#beseated

Daughter eyes.

Someone brought to my attention that I can be RATHER crass when talking about sex/women. I am aware of my borderline misogynistic (sp.?) lyrics. And I do offer an apology to any women or individual woman who doesn't like it. However, I am combating the 99% of junk you get from the mainstream. So I provide A FORM of mainstream junk to feed one's appetite for such, and flush it out of you in the overall context of the song.

That being said, I can't really think of a time I was OUTRIGHT rude to a woman in person. I've heard that such a behavior is required to be a "rapper". I don't fuck with that. The way I see it, every woman is someone's daughter. Whether it's an absentee father or a hypersensitive (always there) mother. Your eyes tell the story of curiosity, only eased by an all-knowing parent. And maybe your parent doesn't know all. But they know what you need and what you need to know. 

So respect your parents, daughters of rapture. By the time you get to me, I have no expectations outside of a dope conversation. If it goes any farther than the convo, I AM expecting maturity. You DON'T have to become a lyric in a song. You DON'T have to be a muse. 

...geez, funny how time eroded at what we (myself and a future female StarChaser) can do. 

Still, it takes maturity to handle an affectionate relationship with me. You have to put up with women who have been in my life before you. Women of whom I have proclaimed that I would leave ANY woman I'm with for (*cough* Makeda *cough*). I've sacrificed relationships off the notion of certain women entering my life (*cough* Rihanna). Regardless, I may need to be in better tune with women to be more of the man MY daughter would love.

What I want to say isn't coming out the right way.

Whatever. Happy Birthday, Matthew Anderson!

Love your daughters, fathers and mothers.

They don't have to hate me IMMEDIATELY...

#SoundOff!!!

Capt. Captivating

I'm from the era RIGHT before social media hit. Which is like LATE AOL/AIM days. EARLY MySpace. I say this, because I've had my fun on the internet. Late night runs to "shawty" crib, wildin w/ your homies on a cute girl's page, droppin BRAND NEW music for your 200+ fans.... lol I was there, man. 

I guess I'm trying to figure out the value of dooinit NOWadays. The stakes are higher. People are willing to lie about and ON anyONE. The current dish on today's plate is a former DJ friend who, out of nowhere, called me evil and said I set her up. Now, I don't know what kind of game she's playing, but that kind of shit gets people arrested. Which is more evil than anything I've ever done to her.

But that's what leads me here. I have the contacts to everyone I NEED and WANT to talk to. Do I NEED to be on the socials? It's usually the same rhetoric, about the same people, all at (or around) the same time (during the day). My content (a Tweet here, a post on IG there, etc.) gets lost in the algorithm, and only a handful of devoted StrChsers can and will say anything about what I post. I'm not crying about it. I just know I can spend my time online doing better things than working social media.

As I've stated before, I plan to keep my blogs up (C., TTMH, CGi, Enter, Simone, etc,). In fact, I'll almost exclusively be working on them. I need to exercise my "pen", if you will. Still, I'll be putting more "effort" into the way I... speak.

Stay tuned!

#SoundOff!!!

The Eye of The (Star)Chaser...

My dear StarChasers...

You have watched me go from Cocky Top Gun to Prof. Anonymous. The Top Gun didn't let you down, but didn't have the armor necessary to survive in the game. The Professor is an acquired taste, but is WELL-prepared for the drama.

You have watched me go from an Amy Rose look-alike to a Disgruntled StarChaser, as far as who my love interest is/was. My intuition tells me that every woman I've dated is in communication with each other, dissecting me to the finest fabric of skin. Can't say I hate it.

But I never seem to make TIME for y'all... the StarChasers who stare at the nigh sky, begrudgingly looking to find vagabonds forcefully entering The Sun as it sleeps. (for the record, I am The Sun; you'll see) The StarChasers who deny (rather) undeniable records/songs from mainstream artists, to give my underdog music a chance. I thank y'all.

It doesn't start and end with Stik and Mike (StrChsrCntrl Podcast), but they DEFINITELY are bringing it to the forefront. 

I'm proud of this movement. We are watching The Sky. Guarding The Air. Protecting Space. Rockin' the world. And I'm the soundtrack. 

As well as the instruction manual, if you read this blog. 

I just want to and wanted to acknowledge y'all. The worst of The American Nightmare (shouts to Cody, Dustin and Dusty) is over. 
You may now, in the words of Lupe Fiasco, go to sleep.

Good night,

good night.

#beseated

Phone (firm) fiascos

 Return my phone.

Today, Deadasstho. Pronounced like Lupe Fiasco.

Whatever.

This whole thing is making me appreciate being alone more. I stepped out with my neighbor Marquis, and that's how I lost my phone. Or was I with Pa$tel...? Whatever. It equals the same thing.

Which means I need to be more "compassionate". More "understanding" to the hungry tummies in the hood. But if we're being honest, I don't have to be TOO concerned. In fact, I need to be PROTECTED. And because NO ONE is willing to take that cross and walk with it, I roam these dangerous South Central streets, ignoring the plea of all to pay attention to them.

Or it.

Where you at, LA?

King Charles music has been ROCKIN' YouTube. Don't worry about the numbers. People are listening. And Xarles dropped a fucking BANGER! The ETs boogied, ad the ET can boogie! Yet, as he enjoys his alien nation, is he still the King of The Human Underground?

The people say yes, the number say no.

Let's straighten it out, Illuminati.

Then again🙃😂, I get it. You guys wanna keep me to yourself. How sweet it eeeis ta be luved bah YIU!!! Lol

Fuck man, that EBT can't come any sooner. Rent,

I miss you, FDA.

I miss you, Harlem.

I love you, LA.

KEEP DIGGING!

CLE BEATS IN MY HEART.

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cigs, Google, food. And no donations (I'ma try). Grinding, y'all.

"Is he still King?"

I been a nasty boy (Nasty)

 

Special shouts to Tinashe. I think that song is bad ass.

I must admit, my grooming habits suck. I wake up, roll out of bed and hit my home studio. I'm usually up around 7:30 am. I make a few beats, peep the socials, blog, then go back to bed. Until around 10. Then I do the same thing. At this point, DJ Enjetic or StarBaddie would call.

Then I begin my day.

I used to talk to Chris Rivera all the time. Nowadays, he's taking care of his fragile family. All I can do is be there for him. Hopefully, he doesn't adopt my poor grooming habits.

Tyler Maine and I still talk. He's just been too unwell to collaborate with. Meaning, the spirit is willing but the flesh is weak. He needs to be in better health to work at the capacity we both know he can work on.

No sign of Mojo Jojo Etchison, and supposedly Jet Lee Jetson is serving a life bid for murder. spooky shit.

I take pride in my communication with StarChasers. To the degree where, I have to apologize for saying "if you're a StarChaser, you worship The Devil". I was being mean, while sharing a fact. To be a StarChaser means you are a part of my discernment, as far as being a good judge of character.

You help me.

I thank you.

I been a nasty boy... nasty...

Oh. I bathed today.

Nasty.

#SoundOff

Halloween resolutions

Something tells me this holiday season is gonna suck. Not because of the people in my life. Because I need money to survive it.

I recently lost my phone. Whoever has my phone is going around asking people I know for money and spending the remainder of the balance I have left. Now, I have had many phone numbers. The most recent one was 1-840. I do have a backup phone, but if you have my number, delete it. 

If we're meant to further communicate, we will.

Back to the holiday season. I don't wanna wait til then to make changes in my life. While I'm still up about myself, lets look at the changes I plan to make...

• I will no longer accept donations. I will and plan to be dropping retail product. May take time, but I must make it happen.
• I will delete ALL SOCIAL MEDIA. If I know you personally, I can reach you. With or without a phone. All that will remain is my YouTube, my blogs and my email address.

Pretty much all I wanted to say. It was fun while it lasted. Into Gothic Monkhood I go...

#SoundOff!!!

A critical analysis of #KingCharles and his domain(s)

King Ivo the Robotnik: ruler of Atari and all things Roswell discovered

King Sonic the Great!: the face and franchise of SEGA, the alien race set to rule Earth

King Togepi the Pokemon: the babyface AND heel of Nintendo (check his attributes)

Also consider this a CH hack into AI artwork, as an unnamed StarChaser VOLUNTARILY created these, by request and description of me. They also created the Satan v. God images that appear sparingly on this blog.

Like right here...:

#beseated

lol @ Obamaphones

With NO data left on my phone, I decided to blog (just now). Wouldn't you know it? The damn thing is running fast. Let's see how long this holds up...

I've been more into sampling soul records as of late. As fine tuned as each note is, and as advanced as each chord progression is, there is a bit of freedom in these records. Or maybe it's the soul's wishes for equality and liberation... regardless, I feel the records I've been blessed with and to find are capturing moments reserved for a midlife crisis.

Or a meltdown.

But Rock usually fucks me up, too. I remember when I made "The Suicidal 6". I was ...rather high. And daring ANYONE... PARTICULARLY AND ESPECIALLY J Dilla (with his alive ass!)... to jump in and find the meaning. From the location I produced it to the location I recorded it.

Man, James Brown deserves his damn flowers.
WOW!

I recommend y'all take a listen to The James Brown Masterpiece,  as well as The Second James Brown Masterpiece: #OMD.

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#comma