*SPECIAL* Sigmund's Dope™ - The Curious Case of Charles Hamilton
(contributions made by JUDAH)
If you thought Kanye West was bad, think again.
Meet Charles Hamilton. Lyrical genius. Mixtape maniac. Publicity whore.....and it's sad. Sad to the point to where I'm actually sad...for him. Remembering back to 2008 when I first heard of the kid and his Death of A Mixtape Rapper, I thought that Hamilton's spaced and tie-dyed mind would be one to bring some color into the black and blue-fisted face of hip-hop music, beaten by commercialism and smeared with scoops of poo. He had an obscure mind, crazy almost (at which I find attractive) and seemed willing to break the status quo of typical mixtape drops. The guy, to date, has put out a listing of nearly 50 compilations between 2007 and 2010 with some still waiting on a release date. He's no slouch and when people say quality over quantity, his work maintains the former and bolsters the latter, making him one formidable mouthpiece. It's just unfortunate that he did not emerge in 1996 because in this age, internet has killed the video star as morbidly put by the Limousines---and Charles Hamilton is committing suicide.
It was brought to my attention that Hamilton was at it again, appearing as if he was on drugs. The last time I tuned into the guy, he had recently checked out of the psych ward somewhere in NY. Why did he do this? Is he really crazy? Is he on drugs? Who knows? At this rate, how are we supposed to care? Hamilton has audaciously pushed multiple publicity stunts down the throats of the internet obsessed and I think he loves it. Kinda like a rapist who prefers sex with cancer patients. Sadistic, yes but the behavior here resembles something of a power that only increases from negative kinetics, thus Charles Hamilton. Given his talent and his background I wouldn't think that this type of mind would compromise his talents for spotlight in front of the finicky audiences of the internet, readily strapped to skeet their comments and disgruntled thoughts on message boards that satisfyingly leave them pleasured. I didn't think that he needed to do that. But to him, it seems that he needs to present himself as this...this...being. IDK WTF...
Charles Hamilton has put on an internet media circus with a scheme of stunts, including but not limited to: getting his jaw rocked by his assistant, getting beat-up by some OTHER female, checking into an insane asylum, releasing stories of being murdered by Soulja Boy and the most recent getting totally jujitsu-ed by battle rapper Serius Jones earlier this week at a barbershop in Harlem. It's seriously like watching a cheap Cinemax version of Kanye West---and we know he the runs the finest publicity stunts on mainstream networks. If it's a matter of gaining the attention of more people, it's somewhat understandable; however, when your audience is mainly internet-based and are as revolving as the doors at the Waldorf, then Mr. Hamilton please understand that none of them are there to stay. They're only checking in, then checking out. You are setting a fine example of what corporal punishment would look like by millions of viewers Mr. Hamilton.
Maybe I should have written an open letter.....Russell??
(Sigmund's Dope™ is a registered trademark under EGO Marketing & Branding Constitute™)
(contributions made by JUDAH)
If you thought Kanye West was bad, think again.
Meet Charles Hamilton. Lyrical genius. Mixtape maniac. Publicity whore.....and it's sad. Sad to the point to where I'm actually sad...for him. Remembering back to 2008 when I first heard of the kid and his Death of A Mixtape Rapper, I thought that Hamilton's spaced and tie-dyed mind would be one to bring some color into the black and blue-fisted face of hip-hop music, beaten by commercialism and smeared with scoops of poo. He had an obscure mind, crazy almost (at which I find attractive) and seemed willing to break the status quo of typical mixtape drops. The guy, to date, has put out a listing of nearly 50 compilations between 2007 and 2010 with some still waiting on a release date. He's no slouch and when people say quality over quantity, his work maintains the former and bolsters the latter, making him one formidable mouthpiece. It's just unfortunate that he did not emerge in 1996 because in this age, internet has killed the video star as morbidly put by the Limousines---and Charles Hamilton is committing suicide.
It was brought to my attention that Hamilton was at it again, appearing as if he was on drugs. The last time I tuned into the guy, he had recently checked out of the psych ward somewhere in NY. Why did he do this? Is he really crazy? Is he on drugs? Who knows? At this rate, how are we supposed to care? Hamilton has audaciously pushed multiple publicity stunts down the throats of the internet obsessed and I think he loves it. Kinda like a rapist who prefers sex with cancer patients. Sadistic, yes but the behavior here resembles something of a power that only increases from negative kinetics, thus Charles Hamilton. Given his talent and his background I wouldn't think that this type of mind would compromise his talents for spotlight in front of the finicky audiences of the internet, readily strapped to skeet their comments and disgruntled thoughts on message boards that satisfyingly leave them pleasured. I didn't think that he needed to do that. But to him, it seems that he needs to present himself as this...this...being. IDK WTF...
Charles Hamilton has put on an internet media circus with a scheme of stunts, including but not limited to: getting his jaw rocked by his assistant, getting beat-up by some OTHER female, checking into an insane asylum, releasing stories of being murdered by Soulja Boy and the most recent getting totally jujitsu-ed by battle rapper Serius Jones earlier this week at a barbershop in Harlem. It's seriously like watching a cheap Cinemax version of Kanye West---and we know he the runs the finest publicity stunts on mainstream networks. If it's a matter of gaining the attention of more people, it's somewhat understandable; however, when your audience is mainly internet-based and are as revolving as the doors at the Waldorf, then Mr. Hamilton please understand that none of them are there to stay. They're only checking in, then checking out. You are setting a fine example of what corporal punishment would look like by millions of viewers Mr. Hamilton.
Maybe I should have written an open letter.....Russell??
(Sigmund's Dope™ is a registered trademark under EGO Marketing & Branding Constitute™)
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