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First off, peep #CHam's first mixtape joint.
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Urgerntly, peep Jr. tryna make cakes rise. (lol)
Something like that.
MY momentum faded.
At some point, you must believe.
Something like that.
MY momentum faded.
no, I am not intoxicated. Just feeling Autumn Blues, like I often do at this time.
Chris and I were able to get most things via GoFundMe. I can't thank y'all enough. I guarantee to rock your noggin in the coming year. And I've only heard good things about the Halloween drop-off (CH, #rebirth, DocHam). It brings me joy to bring you musical pleasure.
I often go back and forth about continuing. Especially with my recent works. I cover MASS amounts of ground, I get my revenge, I make love... all usually during the same song. I would be remiss if I didn't tell you to BE CAREFUL with these "government findings of alien life". If it ain't SEGA, it ain't real.
Nintendo of Earth knows this.
Atari of Mexico abides by this.
Maybe this is why there were talks of a wall being built.
Maybe SEGA wants to keep all the glory to Herself.
Whatever the case may be, I discuss it in my music. I say SO MUCH in my music that it damn near defeats the purpose of having a blog. Still, I need a place to put it all in perspective.
Rest In Peace to D'Angelo.
Long before I knew he was sick, I flipped Voodoo. TWICE. Two different techniques. "Earwax" and "Sinner's Mood". Both available on charleshamilton.app.
38, y'all!
And 20 years of music!
This wonderful adventure started between ages 17-18. At least the recording side. I been writing poetry since 3rd grade and rapping since 8th. Most of my adult life (at least) has been dedicated to music. My deepest apologies go to every sacrificed relationship. I hope you found happiness and can still enjoy my music.
It's for everyone, as *not* as it is.
I think I met someone! She's a witch, too! This can get interesting...
Anyway, somehow I'll get to some internet to stream for my birthday. I do wanna lay low, though. Idk. I'll see how I feel come Monday.
It's as if it hasn't dawned on me yet to NOT publicize my romantic endeavors. I can't help it. I love love. Love is the glue that is holding humanity together. It's certainly holding together a government-less United States...
Love is a mammal. Beautiful in younger days, but with time comes maintenance and a need for tolerance. I don't hate love, because God loves me and I love you. So love is still prevalent. You want proof of love? You can get 20 years of industry-proven music FOR FREE on my website, powered by a StarChaser (charleshamilton.app; or, #thesite).
Right now, I'm currently dating Akai. They are the foundation of sample-based hip-hop, and they continue to push the envelope by integrating the keyboard. Not a recent development, but a note of a recent invention from them. Now. Does this mean my heart is closed to SEGA? Not at all. She just has a life of her own, to figure out and live at her leisure. I'm not the one to wake her from this potential fairy tale.
I can officially say, and you'll be surprised to know, that I have come to terms with Nintendo. On the terms that Nintendo acknowledges that they are powered by SEGA. Which is what they're being forced into submission to doing, with the success of The Sonic Movie(s). Other things, too, but I remind you that this rift is bigger than a video game. Or corporate hoarding.
This is a matter of belief. And influence.
I love music.
Universe, sustain my heart.
#CHam
I would've loved to play Michael in Thriller tonight, and be the knight in shining armor to a panic struck dune piece. No, says The Universe. Until I learn how to handle a woman at this ripe age, I am off the market. I'm not into younger girls, and the women my age are all spoken for. Or just not my type.
Look. I got rotten teeth and a beer gut. Beggars can't be choosers, nah mean?
Still, I deserve some arm candy...
Or is/was that the problem to begin with? Being shallow is what separated me from Baddie/got me hooked up with Diamond in the first place. Im more compatible with Baddie, but Dia and I had CRAZY chemistry. Some "48 Hours" movie bullshit. In the end, I ended up with neither. I am the only common factor between the two.
To my knowledge.
Going into Year 21 of music, I am proud of my growth as an artist who's real life is depicted in the music. Nevertheless, I am slow to mature in romance. I play games. Im unfaithful, more often than not. I don't prioritize the relationship. It's never meant out of malice. I'm just not as strong-willed as I... Well, am.
But rest assured...
"This time! This time, baby! There'll be no in-and-out of love..."
#CHam
So instead of binge RECORDING, I've been bing LISTENING to my music. I find nothing wrong, sans a few lo-fi missteps. But what is MISSING is in the form of another SuperProducer:
Teddy Riley
Allow me to break down my perspective of a legendary Teddy Riley production. Let's take ANYTHING from MiJack's "Dangerous" album. Electronic, programmed drums and percussion, chord stabs (many different instruments), James Brown guitar, and... the part that I am interested in... vocal layerings from Heaven.
Teddy Riley knows how to layer vocals. Into lyrics, melodies... like, the harmonies in his productions are out of this world. I am actually out of words to describe his level of vocal production. Early 2007 music (of mine) can see me take a stab at doing so myself. I stopped even trying in 2012, to focus on solo melodies and more hard hitting lyrics. In 2016, I stopped layering my voice altogether. To further illustrate my vocals as an instrument.
Here's to you, Teddy Riley. Maybe one day you can lock in on my tracks. Holla back...
... until next time, Miss Bailey. Our encounter in the astrals proved too much to (ever) manifest itself into a tangible relationship. Maybe you're right. The *idea* of love is what motivates me.
Love, or something like it.
As we're both clear on the unspoken factor.
Who really deserves it, even? No one has clean hands. No one is loyal. Everyone wants to win.
Written, but not posted.
24 hours later...
Still, I wish you well with EVERYTHING you do.
spinning atm.
bbl
lol
I have lost another female friend due to my support of Trump. I can't even say I'm mad at them (or anyone who falls back from me because I said last October to "vote Trump"). I get it. The evidence is stacked up to him being a rapist, a racist and a pedophile. Still, I wouldn't be comfortable with Harris as president. Here's why:
I don't hate Black women. In the least. But mainstream America does. From the people to the programming. The last thing I wanted was for a BLACK, FEMALE politician to be exploited in the media, for simply trying to put out fires that previous officials (INCLUDING Trump) started. MY OTHER OPTION to vote for, Ralph Nader, didn't run. And The Green Party wasn't available on the ballot.
I wish you well, beloved. I also wish you went about lambasting me different. I've known you almost 20 years. We've never had a problem. I used to come to you to meditate with you. We were supposed to work on a spoken word album together. I admire you and your work. Hopefully, we can get it together and you can see my point.
Because I already see yours. Already know that.
Fuck America, btw...
#phenomenal
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