Precious.

My attitude at my current job has been reflective of somebody who's graduating in a month, not starting classes in a month.

I've got my first background check in the medical world in process! It's been two full days with no call, and I'm supposed to return on Monday, so I'm assuming all is well. Either that, or somebody had Thursday or Friday off.

I did some sewing today!!!!!!!!!!!!!!IERHQWI$%^@#

Here's the ROUGH sketch of the new WHAR artwork. I'm getting the final, in-color/in-detail version tomorrow- but I feel like documenting it here will be worth the paste. Treat it like concept art.

"Hipsters wear scrubs."

12/2/09


I feel really confident about this decision. This building is like an entire other dimension in comparison to the carpeted D building. If CSN had an episode of Cribs, this would be the focus (where the... ugh, happens).


There's a girl splitting time between Tetris and Facebook that taunts me with her laptop.


WOAH there's the black med student I've been dreaming about.


I see a girl with a textbook that couldn't possibly be studying for anything I couldn't pass. I bet her latte is a latte.


This building has all of the traits that scare me away from hospitals, architecture wise- 


Holy shit, thought that was Georgio -


But walking through CSN's largest location had me thinking "wow, this is a real campus." Stairways wrap around the buildings like Kashyyk. I just used the last of my phone battery looking that up. Next time I'm in this building I better have a laptop and scrubs on. The people with scrubs seem a lot hipper.


Who is really trying to register for CNA classes? You better be a pre-registering student for that class.


I am really impressed with this building.


Woah that old guy knows that white girl? Making friends in class seems like it could either be extremely easy or impossible depending on which Kevin decides to show up. The first day will probably decidce that.


I'm going in with the attitude that no class can be challenging, which seems like the appropriate attitude. Then again, there are a lot of bones in the human body. That little white girl just paraphrased me. "I didnt go in thinking it'll be really easy, I was just really confident." Way to sum it up better than me in half the words.


This was such a good idea.


Though, I compared being in this building to being in a skyscraper on my way to broadcast a morning show- and that sounds a lot better.

"Respect the book."

"It's more a pamphlet than a book."

Hallelujah II.

Late Registration.

My first semester of classes are registered. Tomorrow is the DMV, and next week is another trip to the campus to re-confirm the financial aid process and set up direct deposit.

Semester 1 Plans: (barring financial aid timing issues):
ENG 101 *online
PSY 101 *friday
Intro to the Human Body *tues/thurs
Intro to the Human Body Lab *online

The main issues at hand now are scheduling my TEAS test for January 30th, scoring above 91 percent, and completing (preferably) 100 hours of community service by April 1st.

Even if I don't get into the program this year, I can still take the Certified Nursing Assistant program and the medical math class next semester. I am essentially in the program now, as I am knocking out most of the classes before submitting my application. Whether I get in for 2010 or 2011, I'll still be knocking away at it.

Outer space.

B.o.B aka Bobby Ray x Whynatte from Motion Family on Vimeo.

I could rap a verse but I'd rather sing.

Sonic The Hamilton is back.

REVOK x CHARLES HAMILTON x KEEGAN GIBBS

Close it.

I get a jolt of excitement doing math again. This probably won't last.

I'm doing the same thing after Hannah that I did after both Storm and Sha- I'm back into the educational system groove, filling notebooks with equations and making "plans".

I hope this time they stick. I feel like they will. After Sha I did obtain the GED (in the top 2 percent!), but I also legally had to.

After researching salaries and orientations and placement tests and TEAS'es, I feel like this is legitimate. It's something that I really want to do this time. I'm accepting the end of WHAR (atleast in some form, a form I hoped it would be), and laying down concrete plans.

I'm also suppressing feelings that I am annoyed at myself for feeling. Regardless of what the Hannah thing was or is, the ending won't ever really set right with me. Not that it ever does. Closure never really exists. But it just shows a real weakness that was in our relationship that I assumed wasn't there. Well, a weakness on her end that I assumed wasn't there. It could be because I farted in my sleep, or maybe the estrogen thing really was permanent. It was a communicational breakdown on her end, followed by a basic realization that Kevin Scampoli isn't everything she ever looked for in a guy.

I'm just tired of hearing unrequested reassurance from people how they're not "this person", then they just become "that person". You make your own decisions, you choose your own words. BE HONEST. I didn't ask that you say the words you said, you dove right the fuck in on your own.

I always felt guilty for looking at certain girls and wishing I looked at my girlfriend a similar way. But I never attempted to produce a creation for certain girls.

(http://wehitandrun.info/kimyaangel2.mp3)
And I know you wanna teach
And I know I didn't graduate
But I'll meet you half way
And drop out when you need to read
(http://wehitandrun.info/kimyaangel2.mp3)

That would've been good!!!!!! I still might finish it. Atleast now it wont be repetitive.

I've got a lot to do before April 1st. It's a limited entry program, but I can even the odds with community service and good TEAS scores. If I don't get accepted, I can get the generals out of the way, and those will earn me even more points for the following year. Once I finish this, I'll be able to move to any neighborhood I want to in the USA.

"You're lying!"

Last night I heard for a while about how great a couple Hannah and I are (and how our Youtube video is adorable, etc.) before breaking the news to Crystal's friends that this would have been a fantastic conversation a day earlier.

Their response was "Oh! It's just a fight! You're perfect!"

Which got me thinking...

Where was the fight? Isn't that supposed to happen first?

This is not the soda you're looking for.

This is not the soda you're looking for.

So I'm half invested into a relationship for four and a half months, and the girl is obsessed with me. I finally jump in, and apparently knocked her out of it.

We "officially" broke up- something, that if it had happened any time before a few weeks ago, would've been mutual. I didn't cry or anything, but I had a dream I was crying like a baby. Is that a subconscious cry type of thing?

The timing really is shit, and the lack of honesty is frustrating. Though why do I crave things like pinpointing details and reasons? The little that was even said is annoying enough, let alone exact events and moments (that I pretty much already know- I was there wasn't I?).

This at least confirms that the nagging little voice in my head is usually right. I typically blame it and myself for the end of relationships, but not this one.

Ultimately, physical life stays the same, I just lack the validation and affection that every asshole desires!

"The more the more the more you cool down..."

Parade.

Change is a scary thing.

I've summoned my inner Rory Gilmore and started a pro's and con's list about some ideas for 2010. At this point, it seems to be a battle between materialistic things and possible experiences.

Some of these studio apartments look suffocating.

I think about a life of walking and public transportation and wonder if I've even capable of it.

The things I have planned seem to be for a completely different person. Which reflects how discontent I am with my living situation, which brings us right back to how scary change can be.

Music is the only love.

Hearing "The Pink Lavalamp" yesterday was one of the greatest feelings.

Homecoming.

I took my second trip to Chicago this last weekend, and I miss it.

This last trip, despite being a bit rockier, really solidified how I feel about Hannah. On the ride back to the airport, I honestly felt a bit choked up (ofcourse I hid it, being a man and all). We had what I would of considered a bad day and a half or so before that, yet through that the thought of leaving was still very painful.

I think we're hitting a point where we're each uncovering the person we thought we knew back in May. There are many flaws I've showed, and I wonder how things will end up. We've never sat down to really discuss any sort of "outcome", we just know that there are trips booked.

Part of me also feels a bit "behind". I feel like I'm beginning to have feelings that she had already showed on the last trip. I don't mean that in any sort of negative way- the word "love" predates the time I'm talking about. But driving to the airport this past time was as difficult as I imagine driving to the airport in September had been for her.

At this point, I feel extremely "blessed" (in an Atheist/no thesaurus type of way) for the events of the last few months. I also feel some regrets, but I feel fortunate to have these regrets before its too late to correct them!

The Hideout.

If there's ever a radio show that has inspired We Hit & Run, it's The Hideout.

Seeing that video above with only 400-500 hits is just mind boggling to me. There's quite a few videos from the classic Hideout shows back in 2004 that also have view counts lingering in the 100-200s.

It's just crazy to me that I've produced radio-themed or stunt videos with more hits. I've looked at these old archives of The Hideout as something of radio legend.

I do think that a lot of radio material does not translate well to youtube. I find these videos most interesting because I like to see the ongoings inside the studio (how they react to the mic position, their awareness of little details that only matter to the radio, the studio itself, and mannerisms that will change my listening experience in the future).

Even with WHAR videos. Is it really "cool" that some kid ate a pet shark, got piss poured on his face, or got darts thrown at them?

Okay, it is.

But still, the highlight to the pet shark video for me is seeing myself try to mic the chewing noises. I'm actually more disappointed in the old videos, because I gotta see my fat face. Couldn't I have lost the weight a year earlier?

The El Jefe memory bin video above means a helluva lot more than 400 views to me, because I've heard this guy reference the silly bin for years. To see those dreadlocks is just surreal. The only thing missing is the "first condom" that Shaffee references in the video, though my own vision of that discolored thing probably trumps the actual visual.

I am feeling slightly disappointed in We Hit & Run in its current state. Though from one perspective I look at the recent shows with a shock that they're of similar quality as mid 2008, I also feel like radio/podcasting should be more than talking. It should be an event! Ongoing storylines are the base of any good show. I don't feel like we're executing in that department either. Every Saturday night I leave satisfied, so I can continue with this phase in the show... but I would like it to reach its full potential at some point. I feel like that can only happen if its done five days a week.

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Ahead of the curve.

I cannot wait to get back to Chicago.

It's been just about five months, and I feel like this could last a long time. I keep waiting for the other side to show itself, like every relationship inevitably does. But, as of now, there has been one true fight, and I have no problem blaming it on the alcohol (accidental song reference, but I didn't fix it so I deserve to be purged like a livejournal or Jedi). I can't even START a fight. The only thing that seems to irk her is when I say things like

"I keep waiting for the other side to show itself, like every relationship inevitably does."

I love her, her family, and her city. Three things I've hated about every girlfriend I've ever had (especially "her"). I still long for the new japanese Velma! I can't help it!



I seriously stare at this girl for half my work day.

I imagine what people like Daniel Gron would think if they heard Kevin vs. Hannah. Then I wonder what people who didn't (even if just for a few, obsessive weeks) love my show would think if they heard it.

I realize that a lot of personal things are on the show, like how I give babies autism, but some of them are still worth bringing up here.

Ahhh ohhh.

Poker Facebook.

In Kid Cudi's "Make Her Say", Common says the words--

"Her poker facebook I already read it."


I can't tell if the genius of that line was completely intentional on his part. Teachers treat every possible connection to literary-genius in a novel as intentional, so I'll do the same.

The context of the line is key- the hook of the song is "Make her say Oh / When I Poke Her Face". This gives the "poker face" in Common's lyrics an assumed sexual connotation.

"Facebook I already read it" then adds the level of reading her face like a novel, "Poker Facebook" then adds its sexual connotation- adding another level.

A feature on the website Facebook is the ability to "Poke", giving Facebook a context in the pun- yet keeping "poke", "poker", and "poke her" all as compatible as each other in the overall context of the line.

Then add the original pun of the original lyric by Lady Gaga herself.

"This Perfect Life."

Well, Charles has been dropped from Interscope. I feel like that will only add to the legacy of Charles and this album. My only issues with the release are with featured rappers ruining their respective songs, the song Baby, and the "nigga anthem" that is Post Lynching Ceremony (though I see the point of it for the message of the song, it's one of the few yet major flaws that keep this from being a perfect release).

I love "Ghosts", really enjoy "Cable In The Classroom", and ofcourse already dug "Barbara Walters", "Reminder", and "All Alone". "Tears Of Fire" was so close to joining "Ghosts" among Charles' best work, but Crooked I is just unnecessary and derails the road to the perfect life.

Go download it!


http://www.megaupload.com/?d=099S14LO

Rising Icon.

The man of the moment KiD CuDi takes center stage on the episode of BET’s Rising Icon showcased here. Aside from the musical performances, short little insights into KiD CuDi’s background and upbringing ultimately offer a greater perspective on the rising star. His inaugural album Man on the Moon: End of Day hits stores today, Tuesday, September 15th.

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Everything I Am.

The guy is a genius.

From any point of view I look at it, I feel like this was a great move.

For one, it made me actually care about a VMA moment- or get some sort of feeling besides disgust from an MTV broadcast. That is a rare thing.

He's also got Twitter mentioning his name thirty times a second. Sure, these are all clueless morons who deal with the politics of their everyday worklife a helluva lot worse- but they know, man.

You guys are lucky he even SHOWED UP, remember this?



I understand his point of view more than anybody's. I do disagree with his opinion on Beyonce's video, but if he feels that way then absolutely stand up for it. It's for the sake of history. A VMA is a joke of an award- but somebody has to care about gym class, right? He's a passionate guy who actually gives a shit about music.

This is what Pink said on Twitter: "Kanye west is the biggest piece of shit on earth. Quote me."

This was my response: "@Pink Make some good music you manly hack. Kanye atleast cares about his craft, all you do is fit an image, Kanye creates his."

A little personal, and a little hyprocrital considering my opinion on the backlash at Kanye, and she'll never read it, and I only have 220 followers (maybe 7 of them being real people)- BUT, it's reality.

The voice of America.

The guy is creating entertainment for you. He's also creating the best music found in the last two decades of mainstream production. Stop with your scripted responses and open your mind a little bit.

He's not here to please you, fit a mold, or recreate somebody else's path to success- and that's why he's great.

Grey Sage.

If nothing else, this confirms that I should've bought that damn jacket.

Rosado.

Chicago was fantastic. The greatest city I've ever been to, atleast at this point in my life. Obviously NYC is my destiny, but that is an impossibility for atleast the next 600,000 dollars.

Hannah's family and friends were all great. Her mother in particular is just adorable, the chemistry between her parents is interesting to watch.

I've noticed that my sense of humor and personality seem to fit in around Hannah. Where-as here, the same one liners would go stared at.

Returning to work was terrible.

White Castle was crap! I have to try some Krystal Burgers next- somebody has to of perfected this supposedly fool proof concept.

I got my first three tattoos while on vacation, honoring Kanye and Elvis C.

I'm determined to get an argyle print half-wristband on the top of my wrist.

Moving to Chicago woule be fantastic, but I don't know what I'd have to do to make the concept seem realistic. I think just succeeding at the long distance thing for a while is the best path.

If Mancow can succeed in Chicago, it's more than doable.

Maybe a radio demo will push through!

Watch a black man punch me.

I might be turning into a fan of fast food "angus" and "sirloin" burgers. They're adorable. They're little real burgers. A gourmet burger from a small town sophomore. I wish I could be a food elitest, the best meals I've ever had were at either an Olive Garden, Papa Ginos or TGI Fridays.

I'm going to Chicago a week from Tuesday. My first time being in a major market after learning whar a major market was. I just had a typo in that sentence, but decided to keep it.

It's frustratingly entertaining watching pre/post sportsgame interviews or press conferences. The coach or player has media training, as if the media wasn't helping them through the process by asking nonsense questions. The formula is anything to set up an answer about how young or experienced the team is (how much potential they've got or how much they've accomplished).

That's why the Patriots are the bad guys. They follow the same rules, but mock the system by converting fourth downs againsts teams they are blowing out. Tom Brady has the biggest smile on his face as he compliments every team they play, then looks completely pissed on the field and mercilessly embarrass them.

I can't wait for the season to start. Gambling, fantasy football, high definition sports, Madden, pizza and beer commercials. Sundays are the highlights of the week.

Get my hulahoop.

Ignant.

Make an honest effort to drive the speed limit.

If you don't give up within' a minute, then you'll be embraced by "rude passers" (small, aggressive bursts of speed just to make a point as they go by you) and possible beeping.

The "rude pass" is interesting to me, especially when it happens because you're driving the government's speed limit. They're attempting to get your attention (something a law breaker usually doesn't want) and also make you feel like the wrongdoer.

Last night's We Hit & Run was fantastic and fun. Had a great balance of drama, philosophy, personal history, and comedy. The new KEVBCUL featuring White Sex is going to cause music as we know it to collapse.

Autotune.

I was looking at a former coworkers Facebook pictures, and looking at her domestic life shot a memory into my head.

I was building a crib to get somebody's baby out of my bed. I seem to remember this night coming at the end of a very good day, but I think I'm just meshing completely separate occasions together. For some reason I remember my favorite Savers shopping memory being in the same day as the somebody's baby's first steps and it ending with building that dangerous crib.

As time goes on, stretches of time just become an instant in your head. At some point I'll remember every relationship I've ever had as my 15th birthday.

Haha I fucking love his extreme water drinking face, the plane in the sky, and the gangsta parody verse. The dance goes without saying.

I've finally started decorating myself since losing the weight. Who would've thought a tee shirt could look cool?

Is that not the coolest shirt you've ever seen? C'mon. How obnoxious.

In the past I'd find three shirts I like, and interchange them as sporadically as possible (sometimes in the middle of parties).

I may be all the way up to SEVEN shirts I like.

... I know.

It's fun to wear the most outlandish, socially acceptable pieces of fashoin possible. Nobody should be wearing animal-style shutter shades while ordering some In N' Out.

Make yourself look stupid and express yourself.

Wonderland.

It's so strange to me when people want to throw some much negativity at something so positive. Say what you want about T-Pain, autotune, or Kanye, or Michael Jackson... but that song is an example of how good a genre of music can be. Kanye himself has an ability to make the least credible sources turn into genius (auto-tune, t pain, post 1999 hip hop, egos, near-fatal car accidents). After bringing in multiple, reputable singers for the hook, T-Pain was the final selection. And don't try to tell me that video isn't one of the most creative things you've ever seen.

That last line was extremely defensive, because when it comes to music you have to be. There is so much negativity geared towards any of your favorite songs - from any artist, album, or era.

Every genre, at its peak, can give you the same feeling. I went through my "yeah country sucks, but at its peak it was the greatest genre of music" phase a few years ago. But when you hear any style of music at its very best, it always seems insurmountable.

I think it's about time we just mush all the genres together.

Post show.

He used the Satan's Toenails lines on stage too.

Bobby Ray had a great performance. In the place of hypemen, he has two soul sisters performing with him. He had a good acoustic track too. I immediately downloaded his mixtape after the show, and it's the best thing I've heard in a long time (that I've immediately liked). His ability to cross through any genre is only overshadowed by his voice. Awesome stuff!

Cudi was spectacular, his light show really augments his performance- a performance that should've been headlining.

It spared us some of Asher atleast. Not a fan. Even the song(s?) I enjoy sounded like shit. The crowd was 99.95% in his favor though, people were dancing on the balcony. Jim and I just stood at the bar trying to laugh at his bad comedy or trying to enjoy the people-distorted songs. I guess on paper a marijuana leaf mascot and an Uncle Sam costume sound good.

The overall mood was good, very different than a venue full of indie scenesters. It was just a bunch of people looking to have fun. College fratboys and tall gangstas were able to unite. With the underground hip hop artists, people come together against the mainstream because they know what they're creating is better music and want it on the radio and in media. With indie scenesters they come together to keep their favorite musicians from being mainstream because that would make them suck. It's inspiring to see creativity that wants to break through, and it's depressing to try to hold on to your bands. It was the reason I stopped going to shows years ago, the people were just frustrating to be around.

At a Campfire Music/Mix and Match show, AND at a Kid Cudi/Asher Roth show, I found a complete respect for Kanye West- a living, current, mainstream producer. That mainstream-indie respect is something you don't find in a certain other musical genre (and it's not like either genre is well represented on the radio, if "represented" at all).

SUPER DUPER CUDI.

Seeing Cudi at the House Of Blues tonight!!!

(WHAR) - 2008 In Review Part 3.

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We Hit & Run - 2008 In Review - Part 3.

In We Hit & Run's 2008 In Review Part 3, we experience Anthony Saunder's last shows in studio, the second peak of We Hit & Run as a broadcast, Sha's cringe-inducing final confrontation with Anthony, and the ultimate pay-off to Kevin's 9-month set up for the Victory Show.

Penis Restoration!, Rocky Movies Discussion!, Anthony Roast!, Lil Zaro!, Scarecrow!, Jim from Jim & Them!, Houshmanzadeh!, Love Goes!, Shorty K!, Jake from Jim & Them!, Casey and Brian of CB Radio!, Dont Let Them Forcefeed You!

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I googled "marijuana" in hopes of finding a fun website, and all I found were "symptoms" websites about how it can ruin your life.

Century Club III Trailer.

- VIDEO - Menace II Society Video Commentary.

Last week Jake was out of town, so I sat in with Jim & Them for a commentary of one of our favorite movies - Menace II Society.

Jim synced up the audio of our commentary with the film itself.

Check out the video here!

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.

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.

"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.

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):

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.

Diet soda.

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.

Go.

Paranoid - Kanye West

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.

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.

Lua.

I feel like things took an unexpected spike up with WHAR. Something about the download numbers, the messages I've been getting, and the quality of shows since 03/28.

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This birthday weekend was spectacular all around. Even Scarecrow expressed his satisfaction. The birthday get together wasn't as robust as this, but it was just as enjoyable.

Wow, looking back...

But, I think I'm going to turn cheese for my 21st birthday. There's just something about the number- legally, socially, and someday nostalgically. I want this year to mean something, more than the previous 20. I want to tell my future daughter about how I got my act together in 2007-2008, and finally began my life at the age of 21 (despite the fact that she'll be three years into her tenure as an outspoken Yale scholar).

What's that all about? I guess I can forgive myself, I didn't realize what my 21st year was actually going to consist of. That's my felon year, not my "LIFE IS NOW ROLLING" year. Then at the end of my 22nd year I gave up any care for the future and started writing about death.

Either that, ORRRR....

We Hit & Run becomes a career and  I cite my 21st year as the year I turned my life around by starting the show.

Scarecrow's comment on that post (long before he was a cohost, and long after he and I came up with the concept of a show)-

Tony said...

Happy Birthday to the better half of the future world's greatest radio show!

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Hannah leaves tomorrow. She gave me her fantastic bed, but when I went to pick it up with Brian it was a very odd/uncomfortable meeting. We both acknowledged it immediately after the fact. It wasn't anything about her and I, it was the addition of three people we know into what was before very private. Well, I assume that's what it was. I'm a generally uncomfortable person anyway.

Every video I've thought about embedding here seems too sentimental or not worth the time. So we'll leave it DRY!

Bachelor Number 2.

HA.

I just checked out Storm's husband's blog, and I saw a Veronica Mars video that I've probably posted on here in the past. I had to laugh and come write. I didn't look at his blog in the same way he looked at mine, though.

Tonight we're having a birthday celebration!!!! That reminds me of the very first entry in this thing.

I looked at another blog and actually smiled and exclaimed "Oh you're being so phoney!" It feels good to view a person without the bullshit glasses on. But it feels odd to name the person in an entry, then address them a paragraph later as an anonymous blogger. Maybe I'm the phoney!!!

OH, speaking of abortions---

I love making people feel that way.

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The dating game was last Sunday. Here are the Kevin Scampoli highlights (with an intense fight). I shared two spectacular days with a very wonderful person after my "victory". Crystal (the woman whose friend would become the "Bachelorette") couldn't of picked a more perfect female for this segment- anybody else and it would've gone completely differently.

The timing of everything was pretty terrible, considering she'll be in Chicago in four days.

After the show we hung out until midnight in the studio. We had a crowd of 15 sitting in the studiocam chatroom watching us listen to music and talk. According to Jim there is audio of it all.

On Thursday we showed up forty minutes late to what was possibly the last showing ever of Adventureland. The theatre was completely empty and we had both already seen the film, so we were able to talk through the movie. It had the feeling of a rented living room.

Then we went on a picnic in Pueblo park. Then I slept from 2:00am to 5:00am. Then I worked.

The next day we went out to eat, and I got to obnoxiously wear my Kanye sunglasses inside of a dim resturaunt.

I searched her iTunes library for "Elliott", so we got to hear a nice mix of Elliott Smith and Missy Elliott.

It feels good not to have an over-dramatic (even if too soon) "ending" to something. I avoided a lot of details because I feel like they deserve their own entry, and a little time of being just our's.

Grace.

Metaphor.

Logan (the dog) escaped the house two nights ago, and we nearly gave up all hope on his first night here. I found him prancing around the mailboxes, avoiding the loud, open garages.

We have no idea how long he's been on the streets. He barked today when he needed to go out back for bathroom time, which is a sign of domestication. However, he was tagless, collarless, and still has his balls. 

He warmed up very quickly, but is still holding a slight grudge against me for the bath I gave him yesterday, and the little tennis balls that I toss at him (that he's scared to death of). The signs of abuse outweigh the signs of domestication.

Listen to my An Hour Of Nonsense appearance here for some dating game setup/fat face stories. 

C-section scar. I call it my scar. 

... plus...

Mrs. Cavities.

 ... plus... 

I'm an ass-eater, Krystal's friends! 

... plus... 

And I've cried in two women's arms,  so I'm in touch with my emotions.

... plus...

I've squeezed a baby's balls...

     -- "Close the closet!" --

... well it was in the closet.

It's a good flow of consciousness. The dating game segment is this Sunday, I'm the bachelor.

Also, look what the nice folks over at theoandvirus.com did for me...

... look who we found wandering the dark streets of sin city.

Older.

I might have to take this back to the LJ.

There are some great stories on there. While prepping and brainstorming for this Lo-Fidelity project, I was reading the Alyce Packard entries. Why did I have to annoy the shit out of that girl for years? I remember at one point I was trying to rebuild a civil relationship with her from Vegas, and her responce was

Are you dying?

I almost pulled it off before ruining it on We Hit & Run. Which, ultimately, I consider worth it. Now there are people who have sent out ALYCE PACKARD tweets based on this sounder. She is going to think I am the ultimate creep when she hears that I'm recording L-F(well, that can be said about every name involved).

It's still worth it.