Doctor's orders, I was taking at least a healthy week off of music. But the doctor's orders, coupled with my status in the criminal justice system, sans my place in Politics, I felt like a slave this morning. So I went to bed with Ghost face playing, and woke up playing "Georgie Porgy" by Toto. Phenomenal record.
I just, unfortunately, couldn't get into the album all the way. Does that mean that the music was bad (to me)? HELL know. The progressions and melodies, not to mention the songwriting, was chef's kiss. It just didn't reach a certain... trigger.
So what do I go and do...?
Enter The Mayfield
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I am now inspired to record a #SuperCharlesHamilton album entitled "Slave". I am now entitled to record a #SuperCharlesHamilton inspired by "Slave". I am a slave to the criminal justice system (I obey the law and avoid confrontation). I am a slave to the mental health system (I am med compliant and pussy). I am a slave to my StarChasers (I keep my publicly FELT opinion silent, to ensure I will not be "shadowbanned"). I am a slave to #TheMainstream (my shit is funky, b!).
Am I a slave to Curtis Mayfield?
The actual answer may shock you.
This time, I may not tell you the original album. It is up to your God-given #freewill to search and discover. See Goths (StarChasers, be seated for now), Curtis's lyrics spoke of a pain that Black people didn't talk about. He was deep into the subconscious of the Poindexter Black kid. And the pain he encountered left him to make certain alliances that ensured a great future for him, but doomed (his) humanity. That's a Gothic move if I ever heard of one.
Okay, StarChasers. Rise again.
Oh yeah. Love.
Where may they be love in all this?
