AI x Hip-Hop x Yoruba

The connection between the Yoruba and Hip-Hop lies in indigenous adaptation. Nigerian artists fused the globally recognized genre with the Yoruba language, blending American rap beats with local rhythms to create a unique cultural identity, tell localized street stories, and give voice to urban youth.

The relationship between the two traces back to the 1990s and 2000s when Nigerian youth began engaging with American hip-hop culture. However, the scene truly transformed when artists realized they could connect deeper with audiences by rapping in their native tongues.

Here are the key pillars of the Yoruba and Hip-Hop connection:

The Rise of Yoruba Rap (Indigenous Hip-Hop): Trailblazers like Lord of Ajasa, Ruggedman, and the iconic late rapper Dagrin revolutionized the Nigerian music industry by rapping predominantly in Yoruba and blending it with English and Nigerian Pidgin. Dagrin's 2009 album C.E.O. cemented the style by bringing raw, relatable street stories to mainstream success.

Modern Global Stars: The blueprint laid by early pioneers paved the way for massive contemporary Afrobeats and hip-hop stars like Olamide, Reminisce, and Falz, who frequently utilize Yoruba proverbs, slang, and linguistic inflections in their music.

Linguistic Suitability: The Yoruba language is highly tonal and rhythm-heavy, making it a perfect vehicle for the percussive and syncopated nature of hip-hop beats, whether boom-bap, trap, or Afrobeats.Cultural Identity: The fusion allows artists to maintain their "Omo Ita" (street child) or "Omoluabi" (a person of good character) identities while participating in a transcultural, globalized music movement.

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So I may stand corrected. In fact, I may have to fall back a few tiers. Through my own adventures in and through music, I first discovered #Yoruba listening to Daft Punk. I went on a deep dive then and (yes) I found Fela, some Bob (Marley), and connected dots from there. Clearly sensing a Mandela effect (of some sort), I decided to deep dive tonight. This time, through Google's AI lens. The results were different. In fact, it made me look at music... my music... a bit different.


The specific form of magic that utilizes weed and alcohol is Tantric Magic, primarily practiced in certain sects of Hinduism (like the Aghori sadhus) and Vamachara (Left-Hand Path) traditions. [1, 2]  

The use of these substances in this context is outlined below: 


Tantric/Aghori Rituals: Practitioners use intoxicants like cannabis (bhang) and alcohol to transcend social taboos, break down the illusion of duality, and attain an altered state of consciousness to perceive the divine. For example, the Hindu deity Shiva is famously associated with consuming bhang to achieve spiritual enlightenment. 

Modern Witchcraft (Wicca/Paganism): While not inherently required, some modern practitioners on  Reddit  suggest that alcohol (such as in "cakes and ale" rituals) and cannabis can be incorporated to lower inhibitions, enhance meditation, and boost focus. [4, 5]  


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My music is Tantric.

I make Tantric music.

I want to start a revolutionary record label called Tantric Music.



We will win.

Believe in ya puppy!








So mote it be.





Because The Lord said so!!!!





#cHam_widdit!

Monday Church




So, *drKiwi* didn't stress me about not going to church. I'm appreciative. As much as a love *doc*, I am tired of living by the standards of others. I already don't do anything wrong. My sins are what I DON'T say on a record. And even then I'm keeping my nose clean. 

*drKiwi* feels I'd be getting to Heaven through the prayers of others, and that by being ignorant to the Gospel, I am cutting said others short. They may be right. But my responsibility is unspoken by people who are not on the inside. There's only a few people who know EXACTLY what I'm doing (outside of the very *drKiwi* of whom I SHOWED; at least one part of it), and they say to keep going.

Granted, *drKiwi*'s point about said individual's morality and ethics is a GOOD one.

At the end of the day, I'm sharing my knowledge through poetry. Though I have some new written songs and there may be a written project on the way, it's become the most tedious process yet. There was a bit of fun that came with writing before. And yes, I have recorded non-written joints in FDA before. In fact, I remember a time when Demev couldn't WAIT until I dropped unwritten music. Granted they weren't all the way invested in my music at the time. They figured, "CH got the deal, so he dont need no one tellin him his shit is hot or wack". Would've been nice to get a B/A cosign from back then.

I spoke to Yung Nate recently. He showed love. That's my brother, b. We might've bumped heads in the beginning, but I can bet my bottom dollar on him (that he would show up for me). I gotta keep him inspired creatively (at least). Same w/ Sha (even though what he do is wrong!). He just wants the chemistry back. I respect that. I just want him to see the growth. Hopefully he'll respect that.

Shouts to Mike Dee Jackson. We haven't spoke in a few weeks, and the last time we spoke I was exHAUSted. He's a good influence of inspiration and kind words. Same w/ Stik Braxton. We talk about English-related stuff. Straight Language Arts conversations.



More to say, more to be seen.
I'll be around.





#TheBlackDrRobotnik

I tried, y'all...




I tried, y'all.

I woke up this morning, groomed, got dressed, got ready for AND went to church.

I wasn't fried, y'all.

I participated in service, played piano, and was good up until offering.

The pastor told THE TRUTH about offering. 
I was set to sit in service and enjoy the word.

I tried, y'all.
I couldn't do it.

Church... the concept of community in and over the name of God... ain't for me. There are some things that my relationship with God doesn't... like it disagrees with my spirit. The pastor is a GREAT man. I would love to have more conversations with him about the faith and justice through God. I just am not a man of God. 

I have the credentials to be a man of God... a Minister of Music, if you will... I'm just not a churchgoer. I really mean no harm. In fact, I refrained from playing secular music EACH TIME I played piano in this church (in particular). So the respect is there. I just can't get down in church. I feel I'm too worldly to play sacred in church. I'm just like my mom. Started in the church, faced the world, humbly returned, and watched a generation after her go through the same thing.

Mom, what should I do?

Mom said "Rock the world."

So mote it be.


So be it, if you will.


A witch I am.
THEE Witch, among 3 other Evils.

Pimp
Assassin
Witch
(censored)



(find yourself. lose yourself. lose yourself as you find yourself. find yourself as you lose yourself)



~!Jr.!~

The 2-day theory




 The weekend.
Prevail or wait for jail (work).


To the dismay of one *drKiwi* and the many Christian StarChasers I've met, I think I'm gonna stick with being a witch. Now, I do plan to still play at the neighborhood Baptist church, as my practice doesn't stop me from giving just due to the true and living God. The God you see when you think of God is one of many images my God adheres to.

That said, nothing has made me happier in recent years than withcraft. YES!, praying to and praising God brings joy. But, for reasons I want to keep to myself, it feels... tastes... synthetic. I feel like worshipping God opens you up to, not scrutiny, but being taken advantage of. I don't like the feeling of going against my faith simply because I detect ill intentions. If this sends me to Hell, I was bracing myself for such LONG before y'all met me.

Then I do this. 
I look back over my life, and... I didn't leave any permanent scars on ANYONE. And those of whom I did hurt, I rectified the situation INDEFINITELY and moved on. The only thing God can use against me is my drug usage. I'm not in the business of hurting anyone, I have been reckless with hearts... I'm good. Actually, God can use my blasphemy against me ("So let's get blasphemous; fuck The Lord, love 4"). Well kids, don't curse the name of God.

You learned it from me.

As with everything concerning an existing God in modern times.

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"Question religion, question it all. Question existence until them questions are solved."
-Hov, "Heaven"








~!Jr.!~



The 7th Day




Now, I have no beef with God. God just wants people to ride by His side and preach his Gospel. The thing is, I'm not all the way invested in His Gospel. Yes I pray and go to church... shit I even pray in church. But the comfort God gives THROUGH discipleship and the church is NOT what I'm looking for. I know I'm going to Hell. Blasphemy, suicide, homosexuality... even a bit of beastiality. I just want those who follow me to know there is an alternative to the darkside.

One that is REAL, TRUE, and without error.

God gets nothing but love from me. But we talked about this. Things need to be done ON MY TERMS in order for them to work. And I think we disagree on/about that point. The gamechanger? As Satan (or a man who claimed to be Satan), I DIRECTED my audience TO God. If I was really selfish with your soul/spirit, I would've kept it and found a way to capitalize on such. No. I am very reckless with MYSELF, so I sent you to #aMan who knows JUST WHAT TO DO WITH YOUR SOUL.

Like that time I sent StarChaser souls to go be with Halo.
I know you remember.

If I end up in Heaven, GLORY! My work still isn't over, because I need my other 6ixes to reside in Heaven WITH me. All the work that Lucifer and Beelzebub have done ON EARTH, in the name of good, should ensure that they can have at least an isolated section in Heaven. A spot where you are warned of the presence you are entering, and are given an opportunity to LEAVE WHILE YOU STILL CAN.

Diving brainstorming.

I will be in church Sunday morning.
The pastor isn't a faggot.
and there aren't any bad bitches there to distract me.

the piano compels.
and the lead organist is humble




Something from last night.
I am DEFINITELY facing an ego death.
Pretty sure I know what it is.

The hourglass dips...


~!Jr.!~

Bound to Christ via pitchfork...

My lil homie Ben Jayne came through for service and a jam session after church. I got there, rocked out on the keys, and was blessed by the sermon. Pastor Otis basically said, know what you're praying for and what to pray for, because people are out to strip you of your blessing(s)... like Jacob and Esau.

Such is what I've been telling 6z for a GOOD minute. Literally, they struck back. Beelzebub seduced Pastor Otis. Lucifer blew his mind. Satan accompanied the sermon TO THE WORD. Damien posed as a minister. Still, he held on. 

We are currently post-Sunday service, at my apartment. Ben is loading up his MacBook, Marquis is loading up the bowl, and I'm drunk and blogging, as we went to the neighborhood liquor store to celebrate God's mighty works. Who knows what we'll cook up? All I know is, because of who I am, I remain neutral in the war for my soul. Bear in mind that I have dibs on a FEW souls...


Stay tuned.



~!Jr.!~

The Fork In The Road




Let's get right into it.

The Bible vs. Tarot

I start with what I know most and best. Tarot. Tarot has never lied to me, never deceived me, never pulled a fast one, anything of the sort. In fact, I can think of several instances where Tarot revealed imminent danger/discomfort, and provided a way out. I don't always reveal my Tarot/magic related victories. But yes. Tarot, coupled with sheer discipline, has been a beacon of light for me.

Long story short, The Bible got me through this most recent incarceration. I FOCUSED on my reading of it. Connected dots. Submitted, even. Upon release, there have been many God-driven divine moments. The halfway house was Christ Centered Ministries, prayer removed an enemy from my dwelling, God is putting it upon the hearts of my StarChasers to donate to me... only God.

Both are real (Bible, Tarot). BOTH require devotion. Can't be used at the same time or in conjunction. I've tried. God is present in my life. I will and can never deny it at this point. But God acknowledges my hyperactive (read: psychic) mind.

So do The Devils.

So does The Devil.

I can't pick and choose evil, and good is inexperienced. I feel like Blade (something I've said before). More like Constantine. I may have to watch that movie again. I think that's my next movie venture. Safe to say, King Kiwi and I are done with Star Trek. Either that, ....nah. I can only watch Star Trek w Snoop.

Bear with me as I literally struggle with a psychic instrument and a spiritual weapon.



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Low register, "Star Magic" might be a fave CH OAT record. I almost shed a few tears listening to it with y'all the other night. Caught myself. 

Feel it. It's there for you to feel. 
Pause, if need.







~!Jr.!~




my latest live.


 

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Nothing new to report. God is still real, God is still good, God is still on my side... despite who I am and THINK I am. I plan to go live more often, but I'm working on a few passion projects that I don't want to tip anyone off to. I AM SURE that everyone will enjoy it, even with the notion that everyone can't be pleased by the same thing. 

This is something that StarChasers have been asking for, going on 16 years.


Alas, 16.




Stay tuned, y'all.



~Jr.~

"Mixed by Tony..."

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That's me to the left, sitting next to my new favorite engineer (sorry, Alejandro).

Meet Tony "Tha Carpenter" Newbury.

Hailing from New Jersey, Tony drove from out east to the west IN THE MIDDLE OF A SNOWSTORM, just to chase his dreams. Initially, he was supposed to be staying with me until he got on his feet, but Young Chip was here and they got into it. Tony ended up finding a place to stay and got good grounding for himself out here. Every so often, he'll stop by and we'll play our new tracks for each other. I produced a lil project for him.

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"$omething New", now available on all streaming platforms.

In the middle of producing this project, we chopped it up about mixing. I'm very leery about who I let touch my vocals, but as you'll hear from the mixing on "$omething...", Tony is a bit of a sound master. He asked if he could mix some of my music. Once I heard the mixes in HIS stuff, I was IMMEDIATELY pumped to hear his mixes on my production.

"T. H. E. (The Hamilton Experience)" is mixed by Tony "Tha Carpenter" Newbury. 
And it's coming soon.

And it's follow-up is even meaner!


Shouts to you, Tony New!
May we continue to lock in and do what it do!



~!Jr.!~




Baddie's Love




I remember... recently... I was having a conversation with Baddie (too late to *drKiwi* she...) about my music. I asked her if she liked a particular song. She said "yeah, but I don't think my love is what you're looking for". It caught me off guard, as with everything she said. I started to wonder about the type of love I've received and the type of love I would need, to quell the inner beast of #perfection. I ended up at 2 points...

First, I would like to disagree with her/you. A female showing interest (in the positive) towards my music/poetry would mean the world to me. Probably why I don't have too many female StarChasers (to my knowledge), because it would DEFINITELY go to my head and the music would DEFINITELY be impacted. 

Second, to agree with Baddie is to accept that the mostly macho love I get from Hip-Hop is to be expected. And for me NOT to be super macho and STILL get the love from the beloved meatheads of Hip-Hop is a feat by itself. I would like to believe that I brought out the vulnerabilities of Hip-Hop and made it something to shine about. Yes, there is a Kanye before me, but even that's in question (#iykyk). Basically, I made it cool to be yourself, so long as you respect the culture.

Since I started going to church (courtesy of Chris Rivera), I have been encountered with a type of love that is strangely foreign to me: God's Love. God said "come as you are"... well, the church says it. The Bible says "All that the Father giveth me shall come to me; and him that cometh to me I will in no wise cast out." (John 6:37 KJV) God understands my hangups with the world. From grooming to dooming. I want peace, I am a natural rebel. 

Funny story.
According to Grandma and Uncle G, they used to tease Mom for me getting in trouble for doing the same things she did in school. Apparently, she was a KILLER with the clarinet. Like, me on piano = mom on clarinet. And she would smoke her weed/cigs and entertain her friends by playing clarinet THE FUNKIEST. 





Basically, if God can love me beyond and passed the sins I DON'T confess to (as well as the ones I do), all I can do is love (with His love) any and all I come in contact with. I am NOT God to judge anyone (though I am rather homophobic, as soft as I can be), and I am not a judge to be God (I respect the goings on in the streets; I just want to be covered from it). God showed me love in times and places where love was not only a thing of the past, but a catalyst for you get destroyed. And all I EVER want to do, IS love. I guess that's why *drKiwi* and I were ...actually rather safe in *drKiwi*'s apartment. I tried to warn her that it's hostile ground there, but she toughened her skin and STILL managed to be a lady.

I won't forget you, *drKiwi*.

You either, Baddie. 
I'll *drKiwi* you another time.

I do have a new notebook.
I have been writing.
I don't like writing anymore.
No one's fault.
If I'm going to write, I gotta do it my way.

I have a rhythm to my songwriting (since 2014, to be exact), and the tedious process of writing eats away at it. That being said, enough StarChasers have requested it, so I'll work on some stuff in the meantime.  


In the meantime, you're reading my writing now.

Consider the sources.




~!Jr.!~

Gynophobia, squared





I have a notorious history of talking about my random escapades with women. My thing was, I was actually doing what you hear rappers talking about, in monogamous relationships with beautiful women from any of the 5 boroughs. And because the premise was it was between me and them, they didn’t really mind. 

A few things came to mind to stop that type of thinking. 

One of which is named Tomorrow.

I can see niggas like YoungBoy licking their chops at the thought of me having a daughter. I spoiled her from the sack… which means someone or something can come from behind with the sneak attack! lol spoken like a true crackhead, I know.

The other reason, just as valid… I can’t be wasting my seed like that. I need to be able to recall my memories, as that’s where my musicianship is stored. Your right ball is where your memory/identity is stored. Your left ball ain’t going anywhere, but you really can’t get nowhere with it. I guess out of depression I started bussin out my rightey. Shit, I almost lost it doing something gay (the consequence of such). 

God provided me an escape and forgave me, so I can never betray He. He’s working with me, as far as being Goth. If I could bring you to the light, THROUGH THE DARKNESS, mission complete.

“Fuck with your boy. (Yeah!)” (Juelz)



~Jr.~

Bet It All (peace, Max!)




I need to get back into my cocky bag. I think people forgot that, I don't get acclaim NOT because the music sucks, but because I ALREADY KNOW IT. And THEY, the critics, know it too. But yo. Drugs, alcohol, women, the streets... they all got to me. I didn't know who to trust or how to trust. I just know that I saw some Disclosure Day level shit in the last 15 or so years that led me to needing to react, right then and there.

I wish I had known that I don't need to go knuckle-for-knuckle with ANYONE for the clout (if you will) I am looking for. I want to be a Gothic combination of Rick Astley and ?uestlove. That white, that soulful, laying low after a few hits.

While Chris Rivera was here, I did a mix of ALL eras of my music. In one of the songs, I dead ass said "I am kinda wack to me...". I meant it in an #iykyk kind of way, actually WAITING for ANYONE to call me out on it. Maybe it was the weed, but the line hit me wrong. Rivera, StarChasers, I'm not wack. And that wack that I am, I am, to protect you from. 

Can you dig it?



Holla at ya Most Wanted List member!



~!Jr.!~

Alumni Day 2026 (FDA)


 



Starchasers!!!



Charles and I just had an elatious 2.5 weeks together.


A friend of mine flew him to Chicago, and he spent a week out here watching movies (his favorite is Backrooms), eating pizza, BBQ, and Chinese, playing Sonic Frontiers and WWE 2K26, and of course, making some beats.

Then he and I flew back to Cali for a little 10-day vacation where we smoked about a half pound of Cali's finest, ate at 3 different burger joints, went to Hollywood, I got him to peddle me on a swan boat, he went to church, and we ended the extended week with a trip to the strip club!! We turnt up for sure. I’ll include pictures.

(as included on the blog:)



Now with all that being said, Charles really, really wants to go to his high school reunion come December and we may need a little help funding it. Tickets there and back are about $500, and you know we don’t want him going there broke, so I’m starting the GoFundMe at $1000. If it kicks off, I may raise it to about $1500 just so he has a little more. But he’s super excited. So let’s make this happen for him!!


2 other updates:


1: I’ve talked him down, and rumors have it, he is going to be picking the pen up again soon and getting back to the times of songs being on that upper echelon that he spoiled us with before he decided to school us without the pen.

2: He went to church again yesterday, and before I left, the pastor came to his house and told me if Charles shows up Saturday for choir practice, Charles can play for the church Sunday!! So let’s encourage him to do the right thing and get him on track. The pastor said they’re looking for a new minister of music and would love to build the church with Charles. Even offered him the church to host an OPEN MIC NIGHT on Saturdays to get his music out and teach the youth…



Anyway, y'all see the progress and the happiness. Charles is making strides out here and it’d be awesome of us to help him get to his FDA reunion this December. With that being said, thank you all for your time and once again, thank you, Charles, for everything.


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Thank you, Chris Rivera. Your efforts have not gone unnoted, Peace be unto you.





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Special shouts to Lou Nice and Squid Nice. Stray Dogs shit. They send love and salutations to all readers of this blog.




!!Jr!!

The Art of Rhetoric


(from wiki)

Rhetoric is the art of persuasion. It is one of the three ancient arts of discourse (trivium) of classical antiquity, along with grammar and logic/dialectic. As an academic discipline within the humanities, rhetoric aims to study the techniques that speakers or writers use to inform, persuade, and motivate their audiences.sa Rhetoric also provides heuristics for understanding, discovering, and developing arguments for particular situations.

Aristotle defined rhetoric as "the faculty of observing in any given case the available means of persuasion", and since mastery of the art was necessary for victory in a case at law, for passage of proposals in the assembly, or for fame as a speaker in civic ceremonies, he called it "a combination of the science of logic and of the ethical branch of politics". Aristotle also identified three persuasive audience appeals: logos, pathos, and ethos. The five canons of rhetoric, or phases of developing a persuasive speech, were first codified in classical Rome: invention, arrangement, style, memory, and delivery.

From Ancient Greece to the late 19th century, rhetoric played a central role in Western education and Islamic education in training orators, lawyers, counsellors, historians, statesmen, and poets.


(also from wiki)

In rhetoric, antanaclasis (/æntəˈnækləsɪs, ˌæntænəˈklæsɪs/; from the Greek: ἀντανάκλασις, antanáklasis, meaning "reflection", from ἀντί anti, "against", ἀνά ana, "up" and κλάσις klásis "breaking") is the literary trope in which a single word or phrase is repeated, but in two different senses. Antanaclasis is a common type of pun, and like other kinds of pun, it is often found in slogans.

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Could the technique of Tha G Code (exhausting a word or phrase) be seen as *merely* rhetoric? I been using it since around 2015 (got put on by Lupe; peace!), and DOVE INTO IT around 2018. That rage carried into living with *drKiwi*, and likely is why I attacked *drKiwi*. 

I'd hate to be wrong about the most fun I've had in my entire life creatively. Rivera is INSISTING that I go back to writing. There are more generations that need theme songs for their everyday life. It appears he's tired of listening to CH fight music and wants music to *step* to. I WANT to give him what he wants. I just want to do it WHEN I WANT TO. A lot is lined up (future wise), and I can't just cater to him all day. That said, Chris Rivera is awesome. 



And can see.




~!Jr.!~

Live from church (w/ Rivera)




The pastor is SPAZZING right now. All good words from the book of Philippians. I never thought to speak from here. Rivera, my neighbor Marquis and I decided to stop by the neighborhood Baptist church. We are currently being fed with The Word.

I won’t lie, I feel like I am being watched by Nipsey Hussle. Like, HIS eyes, from Heaven, are watching me. I feel like we bonded from a distance. I just don’t share my stories of him and Big L (‘99) because of how sensitive people can be about both. But… I feel your prayers, Nip! I’m down here, down and holding it down, Baby Par. Shouts to Pete Rock.

A part of me accepting responsibility for my influence is to TAKE NOTE of where my influence resides. As responsible as I am for Griselda, I am equally as responsible for Playboy Carti and D4v1d. Yes, I have a crazy work ethic, but my gothic subject manor/blasphemous candor is what got me out the door. Valid, The Hamilton Family has a history of incest. That’s no one’s business, except for who is being scouted as a new “family member”. So technically, kick rocks if you ain’t down. Still, as connected as we as a family are/is, we must “make sense” to generations who know OF us, but are speaking on things they know nothing about.

Sorry for getting you involved.


I pray for The Hamiltons.
For better or for worse, till death do us part.


~Jr.~


Stairway to Heaven

 



To the StarChasers who've been here from the jump and to the newer StarChasers... I must let you know that God is real, and the correct thing to do is establish a relationship with Him. Now. I know God as a Her, but that was God's way of ministering to me. Like, trying to appeal to me in the form that he knows would get my attention. But God, as a man, is one of the mightiest public figures to ever be seen or heard.

He has apostles, prophets, allies, maidens, virgins, warriors, soldiers, kings... all in this lifetime (and about 2 prior). He would love to have me be a part of his squadron, and in some contexts, I already am. Yet, in this corner, wearing red, black and gold trunks, is the concept of me being a Devil. I often claim being Satan (with the battery of Eminem in my back), and I often claim being born again (with the eye of Dr. Dre being God). The conflict makes me hesitate to create, because... honestly, I feel bad leading you into darkness and not sharing The Joy of The Holy Spirit. 

Maybe that's how I'll reward myself. I'ma send y'all niggas to God and have him tell y'all about y'allselves. Because to me, you're all beautiful. No need to pause, no need to speculate. I like to think that it's your collective knowledge of ME that makes a StarChaser some kinda sexy. If I'm wrong, blame Beyonce for making me believe I'm some kinda ancient sexy that there's a jihad over.

I belong to me, until further notice.



Expect some new music, soon.




~Jr.!~

Brothers and Sisters of The Stars


I finally know how to describe the feeling of having you guys as StarChasers. It’s not a word. It’s a blog entry.

A StarChaser is one who astral projects (or “travels”) through my music or the music of others, to meet ME. At the time, if you were to StarChase, you would likely see me having sex with my girlfriend (*drKiwi*). All I was doing was interviews, music, blogs and her. Your mission was to chase away the business people who wanted to separate me from her and replace her with a woman they can control. That would disrupt the natural order of love. Such, being tampered with through me being Sonic and being MADLY in love with her as Amy.

When me and Miss *drKiwi* broke up, everything was in jeopardy. I questioned love, loyalty… and though people were enjoying the music, I questioned whether I had StarChasers. I felt wrong for using fans as bouncers at Club Fuck Simone Porter. But I knew that it was just the x-rated content that would generate interest in my reality as a real, everyday thing. With the evil of my brilliance radiating in my heartbreak, I pushed on.

Mind you, this was around “It’s Charles Hamilton” (#TheHoneymoonsOver). We had a waaaaay to gooooo.

Around 2010, I digitally met Chris Rivera (among other nominal StarChasers). He would post pictures of my posters on his wall. Host several CH-content blogs. Show up during every livestream. Also in 2010, my mental health first started showing signs of decline. Things were going on around me that caused me to implode. Technically, in front of yall. As I listen back to my 2010 music, the quality is IMMENSE… just more now than then.

Look, Ima fast track it. I never saw yall as #numbers or as a #fanbase. I just made music FROM The Spirit of music, as lived by my generation. I try to take it further and backward, avoiding persecution and ignoring ignorance. I just wanna impress my big/lil bros/sisses. I wanted to be The Musical Ed Grimley (look him up). With longevity, of course.

StarChasers, new and old, you guys ARE my brothers and sisters. I’m sensitive about you, as I fought to be able to share my story of how I survived and how I’m surviving. Both in a business sense and in a creative pretense.

Batteries not included.

Thanks for having me, Chris Rivera. I hope I was and am a beacon of light, and that I’ll be out this way again soon. What am I saying?! Vacation (w you) just started!


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Chris Rivera, StarChaser Jas and I went to Eminem's Mom's Spaghetti in Detroit!



#CH

The drink kicks in

 



I wanted yall to FEEL ME, for as many times as I showed you I FEEL YOU. I don’t want any confusion as to who I am. I am inspired by many. Only I motivate me. If you should do so, you are properly credited. I can only think of a few who got me outside as #theweirdo.

J Dilla taught me how to express myself musically, OUTSIDE of the music itself. I just described it, but there’s more to it than words can describe. I use words and letters as chords and solo notes in the scale of conversation. J Dilla’s existence provides me the confidence needed to go in the booth with nothing prewritten and just speak my mind rhythmically. For such, you would have to listen to his music with me in mind. From there, you are allowed to infer and personify yourself there. Just know that you are eroding my soul with every CH you don’t acknowledge.

Hi-Tek showed me the beauty of chopping. Halo taught me the beauty of frequency bending. Where Tek makes beats for people to spaz on, Halo makes INSTRUMENTALS. Doubt me? Try to spit to “Beta Future”. Sheeit, end up on a journey! Also, Halo inspired The Contextual Title Theory. The context of a CH song is not determined by the “key” words in the hook. In fact, the title is the draw to the song. Imagine Hi-Tek level heat with an H2-level context…

Imagine if Halo was Hi-Tek.

I’m halfway getting my hair braided, half getting a blow out. Once my hair is unlocked, I can decide what I want to do.

Blogger isn’t allowing me to post pics for whatever reason. So ima end it like this: love is love, even in warfare. I love you, no matter what you say or do.

Does that make me a fool?






 

~Jr.~

Beach chair steaming




Unbeknownst to you and… really anyone, I am currently on vacation! I’m saving the details of said trip/who I’m with for a more extensive, expansive entry. Which, depending on how I feel in the midst of writing this one, could be this one.

I just wanted to check in.

I also want to say that StarChasers, I have been really caught up in my world (Harlem, Cleveland, The Illuminati, Cali, FDA). To the point where it is undeniably real, the notion that I’ve lost touch with my listeners. I called myself bringing yall a fresh, Gothic perspective to what is considered a mainstream, Ghetto lifestyle. I was also responding to ignorance being perpetuated by and about me/my music.

For that, I’m sorry. I ostracized you. I gave you what *I* thought you needed, versus what you wanted. Now, with that in the eggshell, do I/can I continue? I don’t feel the same things the same way anymore. The process of finding a sample is more complex. Though I am back on FL, I’m dooinit different. I guess what I’m saying is, be patient. I’m going from telling my story to telling OUR story.



And in this vacation, I became more aware of you/yall/me/us. I just wish who I’m visiting with could see my world (and its perspective). I feel like I’m not making sense right now. All I can ask for is the patience from listeners to craft something that makes sense to all of us. It’s a challenge, and I feel like I put in enough work to be able to branch off into …what I want to do, but this isn’t about JUST me.



Left index up, Goths. Something tells me you know what I’m cooking up. StarChasers, you are SO worth the fight. I’m just trying to find my own worth in this whole thing. 

Be proud, NYC! I’m holdin it down under pressure.




~Jr.~

Sidewalks of New York

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I can hardly contain my pride in New York, specifically The Knicks. After decades of disappointment, Brunson and The Boys are bringing a trophy back to the city. All I ask is that the city (find a way to) contain itself so that nothing negative can be drawn from our victory.

A few StarChasers called me out for celebrating The Knicks/NY's victory. "Ain't you from Cleveland, boss?" I do believe I spent enough years in NY to claim it/be claimed by it, but, as always, I leave it in the hands of people who were born there and first met me at age 5. 

The above song was recorded WAY before this season, but... it just fit to be released last night. The way I see it, Cleveland got a ring w/ LeBron, so it's only right they lay down for New York. 

"Raised by the city that doesn't sleep. Raising eyelids in the city that doesn't sleep..."

I may be back later. Just gotta get a cup of coffee.

Go, New York!!!

 




~Jr.~

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