Saturday, June 27, 2009

Why Charles Hamilton Is The Greatest Rapper Alive.



"I'm a nerd and musician."




Charles Hamilton is the anti-hero of XXL's "Freshman Class Of Hip Hop". He doesn't play nice and he isn't built to get along with people. The whole "Freshman Class" metaphor works perfectly- where Charles Hamilton sits at his lunch table, and the nine other guys are a cliq across the cafeteria. Actually, at this point, Charles is eating lunch in the bathroom.

Bloggers have found every and any reason to turn on Hamilton, finding new excuses to dismiss what they're not accustomed to.

In an industry where even the show-openers have their hype-men shouting "I'M THE GREATEST"- why would Charles' ego be an issue to people? Rap is filled from top to bottom with outspoken, conceited, over-confident narcissists. Charles is a "soap opera" rapper, keeping listeners and blog-readers consistently intrigued. He's the WWF in 1997, losing the ratings war but providing the greatest product of entertainment.

He hasn't even released his first proper album, and C.H. has already set the standard in hip-hop as the greatest rapping.

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Pride.
In order to be a great rapper, it is necessary that you be embarrassed to be a rapper. Hip hop is in a rebuilding phase, and anybody who does youtube videos with Soulja Boy, rather than youtube disses of Soulja Boy, cannot top the list. There have been cats who've dipped their toes in this water, trashing auto-tune or writing entire tracks about the subject... but these phonies can be spotted hugging T-Pain just a couple internet clicks away. If Charles had his finger on the "drown hip hop" button, he'd push it.

Charles frequently refers to himself as a musician, avoiding that derogatory-in-the-2000s term "rapper"- whether it be in his music ("I'm not a rapper / I'm just a musician" - C.H. Just A Musician and "I'm something like a rapper / But kinda not" - C.H. Twitter 16) or in any of dozens of videos found on youtube.



The true potential of Charles Hamilton can be heard in "Sat(t)ellite" (The Pink Lavalamp) and "Stir Of Echoes or Sleeping Beauty" (Sonic The Hamilton)- it's in these tracks where Charles stops calling himself a musician, and really becomes one.

[x] Charles Hamilton
[ ] Anyone Else


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Originality.
"Sonic The Hamilton"? "Super sonic philosophy"? Hard-ass city-folk who blog from their public library can call it "nerdy" and "soft"- but so does Charles, and he says it with a pink tie on.

Charles sings his own hooks, using a vocal style completely unheard in hip hop.

A perfect example of his originality can be found in "Every Charles Hamilton's Ex-Girlfriend's Worst Nightmare". Not only does this mixtape act as a script for his entire life of failed relationships, but it does so with real names and an entire disappointment in one's self. The kid sacrifices himself for his creative work in every way. "I don't rap / I just blog on beat".

While the competition is touting their "swag" (the silliest new term in music), Charles has an entire track spotlighting his lack of "swag". While industry hopefuls and commercial giants alike are bragging about their money, Charles is wearing an outfit that costs less than his headphones. He can still be found recording music at his high school's studio. Even his self-produced MTV Cribs shows a mostly rap-clicheless lifestyle.

[X] - Charles Hamilton
[ ] - Anyone else.



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Sampling.
Charles Hamilton SAMPLED MICROSOFT. There was actually a few opening lines for this category that would've been equally effective. Here's the set:

Charles Hamilton SAMPLED MICROSOFT.
Charles Hamilton SAMPLED CHARLIE BROWN.
Charles Hamilton SAMPLED VINCE MCMAHON.
Charles Hamilton SAMPLED MODEST MOUSE
Charles Hamilton SAMPLED BLACK SPADE. (haha)

It can continue as far as Mortal Kombat characters and Jim Carey movies and Steve Urkel and entire Sonic The Hedgehog zones, but I think the point has been made. The most important part of the point is that he (for the most part) does his own sampling, not ashamed to use another rapper's voice to drive a song.

[X] - Charles Hamilton
[ ] - Anyone Else


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Lyrical Ability.
Here we go, something tangible. Well, not really. Hip hop is full of ghostwriters ("They pray to a ghost because they really can't write" - C.H. Beetlejuice), existing almost as a Jedi-Padawan cycle... where young rappers can only break in by handing up their best work.

There are freestyle "cyphers" and "battles" online where Charles allegedly loses. If you're telling me the following stuttering, grown-up Rugrats character outperformed C.H., then you're in company with people who spell "you" like "u"..

"Sonic The Hedgehog [pause] you cant fuck with me dog"
vs
"I leave hearses dead."

Charles has chocked up a portion of his hate to people not understanding his rhymes- an argument cemented by the pages of ridiculous comments to the above video. C.H.'s Blondie/Rapture line is a prime example. People want to hear about how best you are at being the best- references, phrasing and melody have become secondary.

[X] - Charles Hamilton
[ ] - Anyone Else


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He won't get the girl, he gets punched by the girl he settled for, and he believes God is a girl.

He drops a lot of names that he never seems to really associate with- Eminem was featured on a track that was Charles and a robot, and the ghost of a dead rapper executive produced Charles' ever-allusive first album.

While some people use all of this to fuel a phoney hatred, any reasonable person can credit it as pure inspiration- a stargazing kid getting thrust rapidly up to the stars.

Charles may be missing a mentor (see Kid Cudi's Kanye West, Drake's Lil Wayne), or a quality controller, but this is a g.o.o.d. thing. As a result of him making such an impact on his own (via the internet), we get the real C.H.

And if he ultimately fails, it will only make him greater--
providing the perfect backdrop for rap's Shadow.

Friday, June 26, 2009

Mama cu sa.



Michael Jackson memories range my entire life, from carrying that garbage Dangerous album around on a portable karoake machine when I was six, to singing "Wanna Be Startin' Something" as pillow talk to Alyce Packard.



I remember living at 3500 when M.J. turned into an ice breaker for Anthony Saunders and I. I remember dedicating "PYT" to Alyce the first time we ever hung out as my attempt to "WOO" her (and changing the lyrics so her name was in the hook DID IT).

I remember when I started the very first "REAL KID RADIO" live365 station, we had a Michael Jackson marathon to celebrate his acquittal.



I would "Youtube" this guy for hours, specifically putting in "1981" and "1987" for the Victory and Bad tours. His voice during the Bad tour was unbelievable, and he didn't lipsync a damn thing.

For all of the cheese, and tragedy, and the utter GARBAGE that came from his inspiration of 80s and 90s music- the guy means so much to so many people. His songs, though responsible for the crap that came later, were spectacular. Even if he himself didn't write his best tracks.

For reasons like that, I can't call him a genius (like so many are doing). But his voice was the second best I've ever heard, and his songs always seems to have been playing through major highlights of my life.

Here are some of the Michael Jackson moments on We Hit & Run that I could remember off the top of my head --

05/16/2008 -- Kevin Schools Shorty K on Michael Jackson --
01/17/2009 -- "Just A Little Bit Of..." Bit --
12/28/2008 -- MJ's Negative Effect + Death/Broke talk from December 2008 --
Oh yeah, my favorite MJ song? Wanna Be Startin' Something.

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

"smh"?

The only ex who has seemingly disappeared off the planet is Katy Boom. I'm convinced she moved to another country and just continues to pay her American phone bill years after the fact.

I feel offtrack.

... still, after all these years.

Though I think it started as a not-caring-about-whatever-track-you're-on.



Lives don't always end like a perfectly tied-up series finale. Some them end like Freaks & Geeks. We need a treehouse museum dedicated to the Kevin Scampoli universe, or a .info

.info's are always the go-to websites for fanpages. elviscostello.info and glassjaw.info were the benchmark sites for their tributed band. wehitandrun.info carries on in that image.

Saturday, June 20, 2009

Tuesday, June 16, 2009

O.C.H.




This video was interesting to me, despite being everything I hate about human beings.


The phrase that annoys me more than anything, whether it be in a film or said/typed directly to me is--- "You need help". It's silly. Making complete assumptions into a persons psyche over one upsetting 'dig', consisting of maybe 11 seconds of your time. This guy above takes "You need help" to an umpteenth degree, describing complete scenarios into Charles Hamilton's life, past, mind, etc.

And he gets 40,000 views for it. (The 3 people who see it here cannot constitute what I'm doing as "Promotion" either)

Part of what bothers me about this video is the fact that I don't see anything really self-destructive in Charles' behavior. The kid's living his life. A girl punched him, he attacked soulja, stole some nobody's beat-- then released concrete proof of it, and took advantage of a dead rapper's name. All of these things just upp'ed his downloads.

All of these things were also based around getting more attention (whether or not the "punch" was staged- it was on a promotional tool's camera), so can't be events used to dicipher a man's personality.

There's something relatable about Charles Hamilton, in that he doesn't phoney it up or put on some "signed artist" image to replace who he really is. He'll bring up your abortion, he'll expose a terrible rapper.

OPERATION IGNORE CHARLES HAMILTON = OPERATION CHARLES HAMILTON

I bet he loves that video. Not nearly as much as this (air piano):


Monday, June 15, 2009

Intervention.

Looking up Lew Welch and Gregory Corso books on Ebay, I'm plagued with two thoughts - "why do these names need Kerouac in the title of every auction" - and the feeling that I still can't read these things. This blog being titled "Literary Slumber" is so apt, because I've dropped all books and all pens since starting it.



I'm aiming for an August 1st trip to see Hannah.

Wednesday, June 10, 2009

Diet soda.

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I might still be 12 years old.

I try to judge myself on a nonbias level, but how is that possible when I'm always right?

Seriously, I don't treat everybody that way. But I also didn't fuck everybody's girlfriend.

I meant for this to be a serious entry, but I can't see it happening today.

THIS is what I wanted to write about. It's no coincidence that I got punched in the face five times in a row during that same show.

Tuesday, June 9, 2009

Go.


Paranoid - Kanye West

Monday, June 8, 2009

Cell.





I'm loving this Palm Pre. My tagline for it is "It does everything anything could ever do".

I'm going to be making a trip to Chicago in late July/early August.


Saturday, June 6, 2009

Palm.

I am in line for the Palm Pre, trying to figure out which social networking websites I've yet to update.

The metrosexual black man behind me is related to T-Payne (his proof was pronouncing T Payne's entire name). We're discussing 808s and Kanye. This guy's not a fan.

 
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