America can be so disgusting, it's no wonder many conservatives are scared to be called racists:
"In 2009, I wrote about Judge Mark A. Ciavarella, one of two Pennsylvania judges who was paid bribes by a private prison contractor to send black children to prison and keep the for-profit prisons full. Ciavarella, who once sent an African-American child to jail for three months for posting negative comments about her assistant principal on MySpace, has been sentenced to 28 years in prison. He was convicted of racketeering, and has been stripped of his state pension."
Gee, I figure white kids go to jail for MySpace postings all-the-time - specifically to fill the prisons, right? But don't let a single black person in this country ever declare his home has it out for him, or he'll be shouted down by a self-righteous mob of white citizens, all insisting there's never anything unique about living with them. It's all in our minds. Like the Trayvon people.
This is really starting to make my skin crawl. I know:
I'd better get used to it because - with these conservative cowards - I'm on my own,...
So this friend of mine has been telling me about Soundcloud and saying I should forget MySpace - Soundcloud's waaay easier to deal with. And now that I've been there and signed up, I have to admit, I think he's right.
Here's the first track I've uploaded, and what I like is the portability: I can actually put the track here, or email it to others - or whatever I want to do with it - which beats MySpace because all I can do there is upload them, and (to be honest) their site sucks to maneuver through and deal with.
Now I have to see if they allow for continuous playlists. If so, i'll be able to let you hear whole albums (which is what I'm into making) instead of just individual tracks. Anyway, here's the song and the lyrics below (for those who haven't heard it) and I hope you like it and even pass it around. Let me know if you do, or even if you don't:
Y'all niggas out there listening to other niggas y'all done finally figured out them motherfuckers ain't nothing but doorstops and sugar, huh? Now your dumb asses need to be re-educated on the motherfucking basis that you know you done shoved your mind full of boogers now
Oh no, you can't be left alone the trust is gone The rolling stone is the only thing that's left to love you let me hug you I'm just gonna run my mouth and we gonna stay right here in the house with the blinds down low and the helicopters flying above you:
A friend with weed is a friend indeed but a friend with crack is better! We can rap all night (Oh yea) we can rap all night (repeat)
I ain't 50 Cent: never been shot I ain't Eminem: no longer hot I ain't Dr. Dre: where they think I'm gay I ain't Lil' Jon: wicked ugly I ain't Lil' Kim: ain't going to jail I ain't P. Diddy: ain't going to hell I ain't Ice-T: wanna be a pimp? I ain't Jay-Z: talking about retirement I ain't Busta Rhymes: always showing off I ain't Easy E: dying with a cough I ain't Cee-Lo: where did he go? I ain't Kurtis Blow: breaking at 44 I ain't G-Unit: but, then, I ain't tripping I ain't Dead Prez: still politicing Man, I ain't Xzibit: on MTV I ain't Talib Kweli, Fool - Crack Emcee! (Chorus)
I'm the one that gets high, then I want to do it, again [High on drugs] Whenever it's almost light, I want a night with no end [High on drugs] If I can just get a ride, we'll go to your ATM [High on drugs] Because I'm the one that got high, then I want to do it, again [High on drugs]
I ain't D12: I make real bands Man, I ain't Common: never could have been I ain't Fat Joe: because I ain't fat I ain't Fat Lip: can't explain that Man, I ain't The Firm: but, then, I ain't cold I ain't the Beastie Boys: but, then, I ain't old I ain't Wu-Tang: think I'm writing books I ain't R. Kelly: getting dirty looks I ain't The Geto Boyz: because my mind's O.K. I ain't Ice Cube or The House Of Pain I ain't Kenye: never been to college I ain't K.R.S.: ain't claiming knowledge I ain't O.D.B.: because I'm still alive I ain't DMX: because I can drive Man, I ain't Xzibit: on MTV I ain't Talib Kweli, Fool - Crack Emcee! (Chorus)
[Sample:] "Have you forgotten, that once we were brought here, we were robbed of our names, robbed of our language - we lost our religion, our culture, our god - and many of us, by the way we act, we even lost our mind,..."
I ain't E-40: talking crazy talk I ain't Mystikal: walking that perp (pervert) walk I ain't Wyclef Jean: playing on everything I ain't Nate Dogg: always trying to sing Man, I ain't N.E.R.D.: no longer heard I ain't Beanie Seagel: kicked to the curb I ain't Snoop Dogg: got more than one style I ain't US3: with Jazz with a smile I ain't OutKast: never been pretentious Or Grandmaster Flash: think that heaven sent us Man, I ain't Missy: because I ain't a slut I ain't A Tribe Called Qwest or The Beatnuts I ain't Tupac: don't think I'm all that I ain't Kool G Rap: with my career all flat Man, I ain't Xzibit: on MTV I ain't Talib Kweli, Fool - Crack Emcee! (Chorus)
"If ever you doubted that Obamamania is fundamentally a religious movement, at least among nitwits like this, watch and note how few of their pledges are tied to Obama’s policy agenda. It’s mostly personal pap about smiling more and being a better parent, forms of self-improvement which, it seems, simply couldn’t be undertaken until the GOP was out of the White House."
-- Allah Pundit, barely scratching the surface of their cultism - just as everyone else seems to - which allows it to continue, adding their bad breath (and bad faith) to the Hot Air.
-- Jon Pareles, giving the best advice a music lover can receive today, for The New York Times.
**Paying a visit to my music sites (supposedly what I "do") leaves me a bit embarrassed:
Because of this distraction and new other interest (AKA TMR and the subject of NewAge cultism) I haven't updated the music sites in a long time, and - because of a problem with "cookies" on MySpace - I can't even enter my own private areas to edit things properly. I'll probably have to take them all down, soon, and start them over.
Anyway, there they are (as they are) and, I guess, I'm adding this text to let you know they've now got my attention again.
And I'm sorry to have to say "I'm sorry" - about something for which I'm so proud - but I'm sorry,...that I'm hardly an online music marketing expert as well.
-- CMC
P.S.
In that last link - "proud" - is a 2003 article about me by Darren Keast of The SF Weekly. It was written two years before my divorce started, and, while all the information there isn't true as written (I get used to those things) check out my comments regarding my ex-wife, Karine Anne Brunck. They should add some context for the occasional anguish I've displayed here (as angry and unattractive as it can seem). -- CMC
Alright: the most basic of MySpace pages is done - so now TMR's campaign to right the world's wrongs will soon begin "broadcasting live" through my very own "Rock" band, Little White Radio:
Stay tuned,....and there's even more tracks here (electronic stuff)
