The King Charles Era

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

King Charles Hamilton! King Charles the Hamilton!

Boss Moves


It must be the season. I miss people I was once extremely close to, that I may have ostracized myself from due to mental health issues. I been ironing out each problem in each relationship. Sha-leik and I deaded our drama, Yung Nate and I are cool, Show Tufli and I are on speaking terms...

And today I spoke with HchO.

I let him know that though I still care about him/the team, I have a few tracks where I aimed at them. He wasn't happy, but we talked our way through it.

HchO was like a father figure to me. I watched him handle his business while in college, and still manage to keep the studio up and running. We never had our differences. He accepted that I have my own world, I accepted that he was A boss in the world at large. The only time we clashed was when we got in the industry. I wanted more of something else, he was in it to win it.

Or did he even care about the money?

Hours alone, spent smokin' weed and drinking E & J would lead to one's perception being distorted.

I gotta get out of this "everyone hates me" state of mind before it destroys me...



#beseated

Status Update (and Revelations)

I do feel that it's time to test my pen again. I know many are looking forward to such news, and that's cool. I just see that more people are abandoning Yoruba. The old "Henny, weed and a beat" formula. 

There's nothing wrong with using magic. Just acknowledge it, as it becomes PAINFULLY obvious that it's there when you don't.

Josh Pa$tel is playing the new Kendrick album for me. It's not bad. Just very California. Los Angeles, to be specific. You have to be FROM here to appreciate it. You can't just visit and play the song in a convertible and think THAT'S the sound of LA. 

However, LA is BUMPIN it right now. At least in my neighborhood.

I guess you can say Kendrick is inspiring particular verses to be written. Not so much diss tracks, as they (as they've been written in the last 45 minutes) are poems that take aim at people who are aiming to end my peace. Which is a good thing. If you remember, I didnt have the highest opinion on his skills. I commend his victory of Drake (who is gone but not forgotten) and applaud this VERY West Coast album.

I'm outside of the game. Many want to know my opinion. Enjetic wants to launch a podcast about it. I enjoy having THIS as a platform (with several other blogs I will be updating in the coming year), because it encourages reading. If I may say so, my writing style is (1) rare, (2) my own, (3) Gothic and (4) literally a sample. Once you find the original sample, you may never read things the same again.




I'm sure I have more to say, but I'll leave you alone for now.




(#beseated)

Rolodex

In the upper left quadrant of your eyes, you can find God. In the lower right quadrant of your eyes, you can find Satan. 
She likes to call herself The Lord.

Anyway...

The struggle between Light and Darkness is nothing new to me. As a child, I used to play with lighters in dark rooms. Trying to build my own Hell, as I am TERRIFIED of The Deities of 6 (Satan, The Devil, Beelzebub, Lucifer, Damien, etc.). See the irony? Facing my fear by becoming one.

Anyway...

Both God and Satan want me to do the same thing: rock out. What Satan knows that God doesn't is that, if I make music in God's name, I must GLORIFY him. Any music that does not glorify God's name is of The Devil. Of whom is NOT Satan. Of whom is neither Beelzebub, Lucifer, Damien or ANYONE ELSE in The Pact of 6.

Hopefully you still follow.

God is real. And worthy of all praise. 
But so is Satan. And Satan is fucking AWESOME.

Admitting to such may remove me from The Will of God.
I want no smoke with God. Nor Satan.

But y'all niggas gotta learn how to treat The Sun.

This long distance thing is a pest.


OH! 
You're doing it to NOT show bias to the people.

I get that.
But the people show bias to me all the time! (ala Drake, Kendrick, Cole, etc.)


Enough to inspire an album or 2. 
Or maybe you just have to WAIT for the #nukes.




The King Charles Era is LIT! 
To think, you guys are only getting select pedigrees from it.



To think I've said too much...



Howdy, Egypt!
I love it here in The US!
You'll probably call me a fat slob when you see me.
I'm working on my gut.

Still, I am at peace here in The United States of America.
I STILL would love to see you at some point.

I'm dooinit like y'all are here wiff me!!!!!!



Satan is dead ILL.

God is dead BAD.




Modern urban vernacular, but still...

I think we're all on the same page.










#therebirth

Well-prepared.

The CH binge I'm on hasn't stopped. I'm dissecting, beats, bars, hooks, singing, melodies, concepts, execution... you name it, I'm on it.

Partially due to being dissected every Wednesday (StarChaser Central Podcast).

But I CAN stand behind my music all the way. There is a method to the madness. And literally white-out for any mistakes. Thing is, it's music tricks. There are tricks I can do to/with music that VERY few are aware of. At my own leisure, I can change up EVERYTHING. 



My sound is ALMOST #StadiumStatus. I PREFER people listen to my music in headphones. It's AWESOME if you listen under the influence. But, here I am.


But, here I am.


I know the truth as to why one wouldn't enjoy my music. I'm just not George Massa enough to call niggas out on it. But you (the sound hater) will get yours one day.

Originally, my music was supposed to ONLY be pressed on vinyl. That was the goal for my first 3 projects (From the Desk Of, Sober Karaoke, The Pink Lavalamp). After I met Halo, I spent my time trying to simulate the music made on 80s-90s video games. Real time samples, just mixed to "clash" with each other.

Sometimes, my music cuts itself off. To better explain, a particular sound in the beat/song would knock out another sound. All due to the mix. You have to play WITH the music to play it. 

And if you don't wanna do THAT, just sit back and listen.

If you find yourself dissatisfied, I'm not chasing you. I can either stick with my guns or "switch-up" to appease the audience(s) ostracized by the sound (or lyrical content, if you go that deep).

At the end of the day, my StarChasers' only complaint (really) is that they can't find the right song to introduce to people. Which only means one thing...


It's for you.




The King has spoken.
You feel me. You just wanna deny.




#beseated



THE CRITIQUE!!!!!! update

So I went back and listened to MORE of my music, and I realized that I've been simulating AMPS. 

I need to hear my music OUTSIDE of the amp(s) that I produced/record the music in.

Or TURN UP the amp more when I produce/record.





The volume is ALWAYS low when I mix.
Superstition/voodoo/professional advice.


Fret not, StarChaser!
I will get the RIGHT sound to compliment the well-documented GameOverSound (#dirtyleatherwallet).

I still got it.
A fact that will be proven, in conjunction with #SonicMovie3 (I'm loyal, ShadowNigga; Sonic forever).




[but then, #ShadowNigga is Jack Splash...)



#beseated

THE CRITIQUE!!!

After YEARS of listening and creating based on notes I've taken, I have FOUND the CRITIQUE!!!!! to my music!!!!!!!!!!!


It's too loud. 

Like, when I play it at full volume, it distorts.

Only "From The Desk Of...", "Sober Karaoke" and "The Pink Lavalamp" don't have this problem.


So here's what I'm gonna do:

I'm gonna take some time and work on VOLUME (control). Though it sounds PERFECT when you lower the volume (which was the intention), I want you to be able to BUMP my shit without insecurity. Be it the occasional Freudian slip or the over-mixed song/record.

It's not over.

Though sometimes it feels like it is...



I keep cryin'...
(keep cryin')
I keep trying


for you.



#thephenom!!!


Mission accomplished.

If you recall, I recently hired Danny "DJ Enjetic" Rivera as my manager. Well... as an update, he's gotten my records spun over 1000 times on FM radio (ACROSS THE COUNTRY; lowband/Internet radio), as well as gotten me noticed by several record labels.

I rejected the offer, but I am taking note:

DJ Enjetic is a force to be reckoned with in the music business.
Whether it's his own solo music, him paired with me, or being a tastemaker in #TheIndustry.

The man got it.

Hit him up online:

IG: @djenjetic_mr_worldwide
E-Mail: djenjetic@gmail.com

I've seen the numbers.
He's ready.




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#beseated, King.


Hijacking.


 Gasp! The mental health arena is trying to remove music from my heart! They want me to "prioritize" personal and self-care, not knowing that such is in my music!

The sacrifice of self it take to carry on a legacy, in an art-form skewered by success (wealth, fame, fortune, etc.)... they know nothing of it, and consider it a sign of psychosis!

I now EMBRACE sleeping late. I counter it by working at a Devil's rate (speed and mass). Still, I wake up 4am every morning and listen to records. 
I can just FEEL the meds sucking the love out of what I do.

I now make music I KNOW you gon' dig. Am I crying out for help with my new music? ...sheeit, all I know better than to do is claim my own life while I wait to drop this music on the world.
But I am more Vanity than 6 these days.

DEFFO the fault of the medication.

Bear w/ me, y'all...



"Is he still King?!"

From 3 blocks away...

 I saw you at the red light. I started to cross, but the street lights are rigged where I live. You signaled for me to go ahead, but I stayed right where I stood. 

I can't allow you to passively have power over me. Or to use your power over me, passively. Yes, I still care about you. Yes, you still cross my mind. But you had me in a trance. A spell, if ever I knew (of) one. I had to learn how to live and love without you. 

And I did very well for myself!

People ask me all the time, "what has magic done for you?". They think magic has caused me pain of some sort. Magic has been what keeps me happy for the last 15 years, almost exclusively and specifically. Music is still the only love. But Magic, Medicine, Ministry and Money come first these days. Music is the vessel of expression.

All in alphabetical order.

As you can see, I brought some purpose and definition to my HIGHLY musical, yet overall boring-ly "perfect" life. I must admit, though, I am very lonely. I am spending my life alone, as I predicted over an Apollo Brown beat. Living my life, alone, WITH YOU WATCHING. I may limit some of this watching y'all are doing in the near future. But suicide is out of the question, no matter how depressed I get. 

My StarChasers, love me or hate me, love 'em or hate 'em, are good enough reason (or excuse) to not claim my own life. If they truly do hate me (like my intuition insists they do), they wouldn't drive me to the grave. They would drive me to let them know how I feel about them, in articulate choice words with contexts ranging from The Bible to The Laveyan Satanist Bible. 

Sharp contrast. But I will not be dead at the hands of a phony StarChaser's Twitter fingers.

In contrast, if they love me as much as they SAY they do, I would be considered the asshole I feel I am living by taking my own life. If I've helped you heal, why hurt you by killing me?

I'm here now, stranger. No thanks to you. Despite how much we have in common. We are poison for each other. And I'm sure she'd agree (you know who you are). 


Die nameless, as I've already made you famous.





*And still, love is love.


#beseated

Purpose Grinders

I just thought of something. 

The purpose of a male's life is to find out how much more of a man he is.
The purpose of a female's life is to find out how much less of a girl she is. 

I can elaborate, and this is not law (yet), but #SoundOff!.

It's pretty clear. And not misogynistic towards either male nor female.


Still,


#SoundOff!!!




I'll hear you




[#beseated]

Jounalist-ic gunpowder

Notice anything about the world? With as much as there is to talk about, nothing is worthy of conversation. Politics remains the same (with war in The Middle East and a controversial US President), women are on the incline, men continue to disappoint, and the youth utilize modern technology in ways unforeseen (as far as business). 

Leave it to Beaver (yours truly) to offer his life as a medium of media.

You could literally message anyone on my Facebook friends list (--Alien! or otherwise) and get a fresh perspective on me, my music and my world. Even those who say they don't know me. We know people in common. Mutual friends, and Mark so delicately put it.

The main social media app that I use is X/Twitter. I have good engagements with new and powerful people, as well as get realtime, up-to-the-minute updates on what's going on in the entertainment business. The question is, do I still care? Of course I care about the individual in the biz, but the overall system needs to be refined. Everyone complains about the same thing, and no one is beyond it.

Apparently, M.I.A. went live and said she "doesn't have to give thanks to Beyonce". This is a common complaint among the women in "The Industry". At this rate, M.I.A. has to decide whether her peace and peace of mind is worth continuing in professionally. If you're asked to sacrifice something/someone, it's pretty much guaranteed that you will gain from it. The question then becomes, how much will you miss what you sacrifice?(.)

I got asked to sacrifice something, and I didn't. This is why I am not where you think I should be. Point blank. And should you enter the entertainment business, expect it. And anyone who makes you feel bad about putting your ethics first, leave them right where they stand. Nevertheless, if you should accept the sacrifice, be a G. Walk with pride, because you are on the upper echelon.

In a sense.






#beseated

Laugh Front

Just so we're clear. 
You treated me like crap when we were kids, because you both had a crush on me... correct?

You also knew me outside of the neighborhood, as far as being in the entertainment business... right?

The feelings, though mutual, are only JUST NOW being recognized.
In the midst of my villainy.

Federal level, too.
I see y'all niggas stalkin'!

Anyway, you managed to inspire a pianist/poet into making a series of music about you. And in a way, you (both) look like (to the mainstream) what Rihanna is on the underground (peace to A$AP Rocky).

Does it even matter?


Let's ask Dr. Hamilton!





#WaftDunk
#DrHamilton


(soon)




#beseated

XO Skeleton

I feel myself evolving again. From the demigod of the underground to an overall ALTERNATIVE to the mainstream. I am in deep meditation to see what I will become. I am already getting ideas based on my most recent (yet unheard) work. 




Some of these ideas are revisits to previous ideas, with bodies of work to follow. I simply got more in-depth with each thought. Others are based on lyrics I wrote but never recorded. I felt it was MUCH too soon for me to make the assertions I was. The time is more than right, now.

The first drop from Xarles (#TheAlienXarles) is doing VERY well. As you know around these parts, don't take the low numbers as a sign of a low listener's base. And plus, DJ Enjetic blasted 3 of my records on his radio station in ATL. He says the numbers are looking great. Sounds promising. New sound, new style, still the same loser (as you also know).

I got A LOT of love for 8am (A Kingly Birthday)! Thanks, you guys! I was nervous about the beat. I don't always land on the 3rd beat. An experiment of rhythm, with the focus being on the rhythm of a newborn baby. The year ain't over yet (tho)!





Stay tuned.




"Is he still King?"



Home Row Keys

Considerably random, this post.
Just wanna talk about my 11102024.

I do miss talking about SEGA and Her Members. They do deserve attention and praise for what they're doing in the mainstream and the upscale. From Two Point Hospital to the jewels they create. However, the higher up you go, the lower the deed (you know?). 

To me, SEGA is sacred. In fact, I would venture to say they are the prize of industry. Like... #ThePrizeOfIndustry is #SEGA. You would have to be IN Industry to know/understand the sacrifice. But the magic of Nintendo is SEGA. 

And Atari is watching it all.
From Mexico.

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"Dr. Hamilton, here..."


Me -n- Dad, November 10th, 2023




As it stands now, I'm the only one allowed to hate my dad.

Love you, Daddy-O!


Birthday was awesome. Learned a lot of key life lessons. Shouts to Josh Pa$tel, Josh Payne and Baddie for stopping by. 

Patience, regarding the new music, na!



Love y'all...









#beseated

 

8am (A Kingly Birthday)

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It's gonna be a pretty little minute before I can transcribe these lyrics. Not that they are hard to hear (peep the mix!), but I do a bit of a magic trick with each transcription of my lyrics. They are written/spat a particular way, and I have to be live to do it.

No excuses. I'll just scale back the level.

So last year, my dad informed me that I was born on Tuesday, November 10th, 1987, at 8am.

That inspired a whole new series of birthday music!

8am!

I'm already thinking about next year!

Thank you, everyone, for the birthday wishes. It's early in LA, but many people don't have my new number. Well, if I mean anything to you, you'll reach out.

Thank you, Music, for keeping me going on another day. Even if it is my birthday.

Thank you, Charles Hamilton, for sticking around one more year.



"And if it's your birthday (it's your birthday),
Happy birthday!"

 

Prime time.

 37 is a prime number. Only divisible by 1 and 37 itself. Now, I can look back and make improvements or take inventory from here and assert myself.

I want to maximize my prime. I want to be less passive-aggressive, more smooth. I want to make less inclinations and more informed decisions. With these being the improvements I can make, I clearly have mastered looking back.

Where am I?

Though I am living in a "luxury" apartment (in the hood, might I add), I got here via crime. A crime against many things, but ultimately my insanity took it's toll. Regardless, I am able to create at my own leisure, in conditions that better or worsen at my own volition. However, it's God-level to keep the place clean.

Wow.
I really suck at asserting myself. 

Let me look this up...

lol without citing my source, there is a bit of ACTING involved with being assertive. That's the antithesis of what I had in mind, but ...dead ass IS what it is.

How many actors do I know in my life?


Honestly, not many.






It's best that I DON'T jinx my lovelife by talking about it. Just know that I let go of certain pipe dreams to be clear on what I bring to the table. Even with this putting pressure on how I carry myself, it puts into perspective how I treat EVERYONE.

I may have mentioned that I got back in contact with H2 (Halo)! Definitely was a breath of fresh air for me to hear from him. Still, it's kinda toxic. It felt like I always had to work for his love. Sounds gay, I know. But ...matter fact, fuck it. I'm over it. 

No passive-aggressiveness. I know my worth, and we only double each other up.

Sha-leik fell on tough times. Hate when it happens. He'll muscle his way through. 
Sciryl and I never manage to catch each other via phone. We will. And it'll be like old times.
Same with Kesed. And I'd like to publicly apologize to Kes for misspelling his name in a heartfelt message. Kinda ruined the theme of the message, but I hope he can forgive me for screwing that one up.

These were my closest friends and, honestly, biggest influences early on in my recording career. I know, I have a large list of influences. But dead Sciryl, Kesed, Sha-leik and Halo were my go-to guys for inspiration. Albeit marijuana's presence... 

And then the damn cigarettes, man.
The bonds forged under a cigarette lit sunset.

I don't feel like I'm getting all my words out. I'm just excited for another birthday. I earned my place in life and society.

Stay tuned, y'all.



 

#beseated

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!!!

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