Who’s Staying In Shape During Quarantine?

So, let’s skip the formalities and get straight to the point, son. Who’s staying in shape during quarantine, man? Who’s put on the COVID 15? On the real, as a collective, it feels like we’re all over the place, fam. I mean, it seems like a small percentage of us have stayed relatively the same. For the rest of us, we’re either battling weight gain or have been fortunate enough to lose a couple of pounds. All in all, how’s everyone doing out there?

Ok, I’ll keep it a buck, bruh. Real talk, I was doing better in the earlier days of the quarantine. Hell, between work, music, the blog and helping my kids with remote learning, I was/am generally crunched for time. So, I started to really embrace circuit training. Like, being able to cram a bunch of exercises into a short period of time was/is very beneficial to me, son. However, my progress has slowed down since the birth of my daughter. Shit, at this point, I’m SUPER sleep-deprived and running on ungodly amounts of coffee. But, luckily, I haven’t put on any additional weight. Thanks to the work that I put in at the beginning of the quarantine, I was able to lose an extra ten pounds. So far, I haven’t put it back on. All I know is, I better get to working out again to ensure that it stays that way, man.

In the end, how’s everyone else’s fitness journey going? Has the pandemic been kind to folks (besides the potential sickness and threat of unemployment)? Ultimately, I have no idea when life will be back to “normal.” All I can say is, I want to still be able to fit my clothes when it does. That is all. LC out.

Ain’t Sh*t Funny About Megan Thee Stallion Getting Shot

So, let me get straight to the point, son. The fact of the matter is, ain’t shit funny about a man shooting a woman, bruh. Like, who raised some of y’all muhfuckas, man? I swear, folks are so pressed about being “funny” on the internet, they’ll make memes and/or silly jokes about ANYTHING. All in all, let me break it down like this: if Tory Lanez really shot Megan Thee Stallion, then he’s the epitome of a bitch-made dude.

Ok, for those who are living under a rock, some wild shit happened in Los Angeles about two weeks ago. Now, after leaving a party that included Kylie Jenner, something happened in the SUV that was transporting Megan, Lanez and Megan’s friend, Kelsey Nicole. Originally, there was a rumor that Megan’s foot was injured due to broken glass, but she quickly debunked that story. In fact, she was the one who confirmed that she intentionally shot. That, coupled with Lanez’ arrest, made it pretty obvious that he’s the main suspect here.

Now, ever since this assault happened, the internet has been doing what the internet does: acting fucking goofy. One part of the internet (i.e. Adam22) has been alleging that Megan was either verbally or physically abusive to Lanez and this is why he shot her. Apparently, Lanez was getting too comfortable with Jenner and Megan didn’t like that. Look, before I continue, let me make this perfectly clear: unless Lanez’ life was in IMMEDIATE danger, there is NO justification for him shooting her. All I know is, when I say IMMEDIATE danger, unless she’s got a gun, a sword, a knife or the fucking Infinity Gauntlet, I don’t want to see ANYONE caping for Lanez, fam. Yes, people need to keep their hands to themselves, but hypothetically, even if she did hit him, bullets are still un-fucking-acceptable, bruh.

Anyway, ever since this debacle, another part of the internet has been making classless jokes. I mean, whether we’re talking about 50 Cent, Cam’ron or Draya Michele, some folks seem to think that violence against women is hilarious. Shit, I don’t even know how to articulate this further: MEGAN THEE STALLION GOT SHOT! Shot, son! Like, Lanez allegedly took a loaded fucking gun and violated her. For the life of me, I can’t understand how anyone can find that even remotely funny. Also, miss me with that “I have a mother, I have a sister, I have a daughter” type of talk. We shouldn’t need all of that to know that it’s fucking wrong to hit or shoot women.

In the end, I don’t even know what else to say, man. Ultimately, I find people’s lack of morals disturbing, fam. By and by, I’m slowly becoming more detached from social media because I think a lot of these cats are fucking bozos, bruh. At the end of the day, it seems like trolling is WAY more important than integrity. All I can say is, I don’t want any parts of that, brethren. That is all. LC out.

New Video: LC ‘Two Eyes’

Look, let’s just skip the formalities and get straight to the point, son. The fact is, I made a music video and it’s out right now. My kinfolk over at Aleph Media Network filmed a visual for “Two Eyes,” a song off of my The Charlemagne Renaissance album. So, what else is there to say, fam? Go ahead and watch the video on YouTube below. Outside of that, expect more videos and more music in the near future, brethren. Let’s go!

New Music: LC ‘At What Age’

My new song, “At What Age,” can now be streamed on YouTube. Like I’ve said in a previous Instagram post, I saw the picture of that young protestor, thought of my own kids and it threw me for a loop. So, I’ve decided to express myself in a manner that’s most natural to me. In addition, although I’m actively contributing what I can to the families of Ahmaud Arbery, Breonna Taylor and George Floyd, along with several bail funds, I also want to donate any money garnered from the streams of this song to the cause. With all of that being said, click the link below and feel free to share the song. I love my people.

How’s That Quarantine Going?

So, as of today’s post, I’ve officially been working from home for exactly two weeks. Now, to be fair, I’m not new to this occupational setup. I mean, back in my Citigroup days, I worked from the crib for almost two years, man. Side note, I’m only comfortable mentioning Citi because I haven’t worked there in almost a decade. In any case, since the coronavirus is out here hating and has most of America grounded, a lot of us are getting overly acquainted with the walls in our house. With all of that being said, how’s everyone holding up out there?

Now, I won’t lie, son. On the real, my blog has suffered a little during this time of uncertainty. Like, having “free time” would suggest that I’d be cranking out posts, but it hasn’t really gone like that, fam. Shit, between trying to get my day job done, dealing with my kids’ remote learning schedule, fending off hoarders in the supermarket and less events happening in society, I haven’t really felt like writing, bruh. On the other hand, I’ve been working on music like crazy, man. Hell, like I’ve said in an Instagram video, I’m either making my best project or absolute trash. We shall see, brethren.

In any case, I ain’t got shit else to say, son. Ultimately, I just want to know how everyone is doing out there. By and by, I hope that folks are taking this quarantine / social distancing advisory seriously. The way I see it, I’d much rather overreact and stay safe than tek shit fi joke and catch The ‘Rona. At the end of the day, I just hope everyone stays inside, finds a hobby, exercises a little and keep out of harm’s way. That is all. LC out.

What A Difference A Decade Makes

So, here we are, son. It’s 2020, baby! Thankfully, I’ve made it to another year and another decade, man. All I can say is, the last ten years have been a wild ass ride, fam. In any case, I’d like to consider this post a tale of two photos. On the real, the smile may be the same, but the LC from the beginning of the decade is DRASTICALLY different than the LC from the end of the decade. Shit, let’s get into it, brethren.

First, let’s speak about the LC on the left. Real talk, I was a fucking train wreck at the beginning of the decade. At the time, I was a brand new father, struggling with my career, dealing with previously-undiagnosed depression, self-medicating with Jack Daniel’s and stepping out on my then-girlfriend/now-wife. Keeping it a buck, it was my lady who held up a mirror to my shenanigans. Based on my issues, she had every right to leave me. In fact, she did for a period of time. But, I understood that I needed to become a better person. Not for her, but for me. The truth is, being the best me would ultimately lead to being the best companion and father.

Moving on, let’s talk about that dude on the right. Now, this LC doesn’t have to hide behind a fake smile. Currently, I’m a husband who’s fathering multiple little people, working the best job I’ve ever had, performing my music again, blogging and drinking socially (instead of trying to drown out the voices in my head). All I know is, this transition didn’t happen overnight. Instead, making small steps at the beginning of the decade paved the way for how my decade ended. All in all, life is fucking beautiful right now, son.

In the end, I didn’t write this post to just talk about me, man. Ultimately, I want my story to be a lesson to anyone who’s reading this. By and by, folks don’t have to wait for a new year or a new decade to make a change. At the end of the day, if there are improvements that anyone wants to make, then start now, fam. In addition, don’t be afraid of slow progress. The fact is, slow progress is still better than no progress, bruh. So, let’s all be better together, brethren. My wife always says “there’s no such thing as stuck” and I had to learn to believe her, son. Let’s start this decade off right, people. Yessir! I love you all! LC out.

P.S. I’m super proud of the fact that I look damn near the same after ten years, son. Shit, Black don’t crack, baby! Well, besides a few years in the middle when I was unnecessarily fat. But, we don’t talk about those times, fam. Good day.

Don’t Let Musicians Raise You

So, I won’t lie, son. On the real, as a musician myself, this entire post may be hypocritical as fuck, man. In addition, I can think of numerous examples that go against what I’m about to say. Regardless, Juice WRLD‘s death highlighted something that I’ve felt for a long time, fam. All in all, we need to stop letting musicians raise us, bruh. Meaning, we have to quit letting the words/actions of our favorite artists influence the way we live, brethren.

Ok, before I continue, let me make something clear, son. Now, despite what the above picture may suggest, I do not exactly blame Future for Juice WRLD’s death. Yes, Future may have influenced Juice to try drugs that he had no business doing, but Juice was still his own man. The fact is, Juice was on the hook for his personal decisions, man. With all of that being said, artists still need to take some responsibility for the messages they’re putting out there, fam.

Keeping it a buck, I had a crisis of conscience while listening to Future’s DS2 yesterday. On one hand, I fucking LOVE that album, bruh. I mean, on more than one occasion, I’ve joked about being the Treasurer of the FutureHive, son. Seriously, just type “FutureHive” in the search bar, man. All jokes aside, like five posts will pop up, fam. Anyway, while I thoroughly enjoy homie’s music, the songs don’t influence me to do anything, bruh. Like, I have NO intention of trying any of the substances that Future croons about, folks. The problem is, impressionable kids like Juice WRLD did and still do, people.

Now, after my initial thought, I remembered a lot of the music that I grew up on. The truth is, I started smoking weed because of Rap songs. I wanted to “fuck bitches” because of Rap songs. Then, I wanted to “make love all night” instead because of R&B songs. Frankly, before I truly learned who I was, I based a lot of my personality on what my favorite musicians said/did, son. All I can say is, that’s a very dangerous way to live, man. For every J. Cole, Kendrick Lamar or Common, there are countless artists who are inspiring kids to do the wrong shit, fam. The way I see it, the visible adults in these kids’ lives need to do more to shape these malleable souls.

In the end, I’ve officially become my mother, bruh. Ultimately, I used to HATE it when she criticized the music that I loved. But, I absolutely get it now, son. By and by, it’s easy for me to say that the adults need to do more. It’s easy for me to say that the previous generation needs to advise the youth better. Shit, when I was a teenager, I wasn’t trying to listen to SHIT that my mother told me, man. However, her messages actually seeped in, fam. At the end of the day, I might not have understood it at the moment, but her wisdom didn’t go unnoticed, bruh. All I can say is, I hope these young cats have at least ONE person who can give them some knowledge. Otherwise, some of these artists may be leading them down a path of total destruction, brethren. That is all. LC out.

Thanks For Supporting My Music, Pt. 2

So, I won’t lie, son. On the real, a lot has transpired since I first thanked everyone for supporting my music, man. Shit, at this point last year, I was getting ready to release my The Charlemagne Renaissance album on streaming services. As of today, I now have two projects out here on these streets: the aforementioned The Charlemagne Renaissance and The Charlemagne Overture. All in all, none of this would be possible if the good people out there didn’t help a brother out, fam.

In any case, I don’t have much else to say, bruh. All I know is, I have a lot more shit on the horizon, son. First, I’m about to start getting into my music video bag. I mean, out of the 20 records I dropped this year, a few of them need that visual treatment, man. Second, I’m also planning on getting my website and mailing list up and running. Lastly, the shows will continue to pop off, fam. So, be on the lookout for all of the shit that I’m doing in 2020, brethren.

In the end, since Thanksgiving just passed, I felt like it was only right to show my gratitude, son. Ultimately, there are millions of people out here doing music. By and by, folks aren’t obligated to support me, man. With that being said, keep streaming the projects, keep coming to the shows and keep dropping the lines of encouragement. As an independent artist, it goes a long way, fam. It really does. That is all. LC out.

Whitney Houston Never Lived Her Truth

So, here we are, son. It’s 2019 and Robyn Crawford just confirmed something that we all innately knew: she had a romantic relationship with Whitney Houston. Now, if I’m being frank, Crawford’s connection with Houston is not the illuminating part of this story, man. Instead, I’m a lot more interested in the fallout from their union, fam. The way I see it, Houston never lived her truth, bruh. Because of this, she always had to hide a portion of her real self.

Ok, for those who missed it, Crawford, Houston’s lifelong friend, just released a new memoir. Now, as the title suggests, A Song for You: My Life with Whitney Houston details Crawford’s experience with the legendary singer. In totality, the book outlines the near three decades that the two women spent together. Along the way, Crawford speaks about Houston’s career, her marriage to Bobby Brown and the highs/lows of Houston’s life. But, of course, people naturally gravitated to the tales of romance between the two.

Now, according to Crawford, both women were physical with each other for about two years in the early 1980s. However, as soon as Houston’s career started to take off, the romance aspect died. Moving on, there were a few reasons why Houston felt compelled to end that part of their relationship. First, there was Cissy Houston and religion. The truth is, Whitney was worried about how she would be viewed by her mother and the church for having same-sex relations. Shit, Cissy even admitted to Oprah Winfrey that she wouldn’t have approved of Whitney being a lesbian. Furthermore, it was a well-established fact that Cissy hated Crawford for this very reason.

Second, there was Clive Davis and the music business. The fact is, all parties involved were worried about Houston’s “image.” Real talk, they didn’t believe that the general public was ready for a non-heterosexual Pop star. Sadly, they were absolutely right, son. Keeping it a buck, that era wasn’t very tolerant, man. In my eyes, Houston would’ve been shunned if she came out as lesbian or bisexual.

The thing is, I truly believe this ideology is the most backwards shit in the world, fam. So, people preferred Bobby Brown and cocaine over a same-sex relationship with Crawford? Like, that was the better choice, bruh? Side bar, I’m not blaming Brown for all of Houston’s troubles, folks. All I can say is, the two of them were fucking bad for each other. Love or not, they made piss-poor decisions together. With that being said, it would’ve been better for them to stay apart.

In the end, I honestly believe this “conformity” altered the course of Whitney Houston’s life. Ultimately, I think she would’ve been a more adjusted person if she didn’t have to hide aspects of herself. By and by, just to keep Crawford around, Houston had to make her an employee. All I know is, it didn’t have to be that way, son. At the end of the day, a person’s sexuality shouldn’t dictate how the world reacts to them. The wild part is, Houston would’ve been a lot freer if she came up in this era, man. But, that’s not the way the world works, fam. All in all, shout-out to Crawford for finally speaking her truth and RIP to the incomparable Whitney Houston. That is all. LC out.

New LC EP Is Out Now!

So, here we go again, son. Roughly six months after I dropped my album, The Charlemagne Renaissance, I’m back with more music, man. The truth is, I had more songs in the stash and I couldn’t wait to put them out. With that being said, I’d like everybody to go listen to my new EP, The Charlemagne Overture.

Ok, before we get to the songs, let me give folks a little backstory. Now, the original goal was to record an entirely new album. Ideally, I wanted to make a 12-song project. Yeah, I know my last record was 16 tracks, but that was more of a compilation, fam. Essentially, I wanted to put all of my previously-released joints on one cohesive project. In any case, with that out of the way, I wanted to focus on making a real album.

Moving on, things began to change when I started performing again. Real talk, out of the four songs on this new EP, I started regularly performing three of them. Anyway, as a new and upcoming artist, I didn’t want people to wonder where my songs were. So, I packaged this small project together to make my whole discography available.

In the end, I’ve done enough rambling, bruh. The moral of the story is, I have a new EP out, brethren! By and by, let’s get these streams streaming, son! As before, the project can be found on iTunes, Apple Music, Spotify, Tidal and any other streaming service on the planet Earth. At the end of the day, I appreciate everyone’s support, man! It’s all love! LC out.

P.S. Shout-out to my homegirl Jevon Roché for always hitting me with that fire artwork, fam. She’s the G.O.A.T., bruh. For real. Good day.

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