The King Charles Era

The King Charles Era
New sound, new style, still the same loser.

King Charles Hamilton! King Charles the Hamilton!

At first... (ADHC continues)

As Sonic the Hamilton remains in the afterlife (he died on "Hamilton, Charles" via "Stay There"), the rise of Dr. Robotnik polarized everyone and everything... all things. Nothing can be done or said about the projected rage of a misunderstood and often humiliated genius. This humiliation is usually by the one who's loved by all things. Yet is a part of all things. By being a thing. How could "the creator of all things" not be loved? The rage is a real as the hate.

With Black History Month being the holder of Valentine's Day, the exploration into the color black begs the question of Dr. J, "What color is my heart?" A black heart would mean certain destruction for all things. The acknowledgement of a heart would mean certain destruction for the beholder. And anyone beholding with him. The coldest thing Dr. Robotnik could do is ignore the pressing politics of February and behold the hue of his heart. Expecting the worse, praying for the best, preying on most who expect the best for themselves.

Angel At My Table is a series of love music (a la The L Word) from the perspective of a good heart gone black. The love of sound brings about the acquired taste of the sound of it, while the desire to prey upon the wicked (consciously or otherwise) is the sound of love.

I offer no further explanations. You either will love or let go.

Love is your fee.


["Can Sonic resurrect?! Have we seen the last of a pure C. Hamilton?! WHERE'S JA?!!!"]

Have a seat.

#NxtSzn



~phenomenal~

At first.... [ADHC continues] {released version}

With Sonic passing away (Hamilton, Charles), Charles losing Sonic and Dr. Robotnik getting more diabolical, love is difficult to come by and keep among 3. What happens when love becomes a chore?





~phenomenal~

The Basic Instruction Before...



Let's talk things over, Adesola.



~phenomenal~

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