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.

https://music.apple.com/us/album/the-charlemagne-overture-ep/1481036704

Here’s The Truth, Chance the Rapper

So, here we are, son. Two weeks removed from Chance the Rapper‘s “debut” album, The Big Day, and the reviews are in, man. Needless to say, a lot of people, including me, didn’t like the record, fam. Now, I can’t speak for anyone else, but I have my reasons for why I didn’t rock with the project, bruh. However, Chance’s response to the criticism was weird as shit, folks. All in all, I legitimately think he needs to lighten the fuck up, brethren.

Ok, for those who missed it, Chance recently got on Twitter and made some alarming statements, son. Now, if I’m being honest, I’m not about to quote his entire soliloquy, man. Frankly, folks can just read what he wrote here. But, he definitely took a situation that was not that real and made it overly serious, fam. Shit, he was out here tweeting that he thinks people want him to kill himself and/or feel ashamed for loving his wife. Nah, bruh, we just didn’t like the album, kid. It just is what it is.

For me, one of the reasons I didn’t like the record is the length, son. Look, after 34 years of life, two kids and a brain ravaged by copious amounts of alcohol, I can’t handle 22 songs, man. The truth is, anytime an artist makes an album that long, they’re going to start putting out filler, fam. On the real, if he cut that shit down to like 12 songs, I might’ve banged with it more. Like, tracks like “Eternal,” “I Got You (Always and Forever)” and “Big Fish” are in my rotation, bruh. However, Chance can miss me with all of them skits and the whole middle section of the album, people.

In addition, even the best songs on this record don’t compare to his previous work. Hell, I challenge anyone to find a song on this project that’s harder than “Mixtape,” son. So, the point is, Chance has made better music before. “Debut” album or not, he has a discography that people can compare this shit to. The fact is, his previous bodies of work are killing this new shit, man. Real talk, there’s no shame in that, fam.

With all of that being said, I don’t like the tone he used about the backlash. Keeping it a buck, I haven’t seen ONE comment where someone said they want Chance to kill himself. On top of that, the internet may have jokes, but no one’s actually shitting on him for being married, bruh. Side bar, that “I Love My Wife” spoof is fucking hilarious, brethren. C’mon, get a sense of humor, Chance. The truth is, these new songs just aren’t hitting like that, son. So, it’s a bit irresponsible for him to toy around with the topic of suicide. Listen, as much as I love music, I’m fully aware of the fact that there are WAY more important things in life, man. Maybe, just maybe, Chance needs to chill the fuck out, fam.

In the end, Chance has to relax, bruh. Ultimately, a bunch of people didn’t like the album, son. In my eyes, it’s not the end of the world, man. By and by, even some of my favorite artists have duds in their discography, fam. At the end of the day, Chance just needs to regroup, possibly work with some outside producers, and come back with a fire project. Lastly, keep the bullshit off of Twitter, bruh. That is all. LC out.

P.S. Chance needs to knock it off with this “debut” album shit, son. Fam, any man with Acid Rap and Coloring Book in his catalog can’t be saying this is his “first” anything, man. Good day.

Taylor Swift Got Played Like Every Other Artist

So, let me skip the formalities and get straight to the point, son. The fact is, most musicians do not own their music. Listen, ever since music became a business, artists have been getting the short end of the stick. With that being said, even acts as big as Taylor Swift aren’t immune to the fuckery, man. In any case, I’m not going to sit here and pretend like I understand her history with Scooter Braun. All I can say is, based on the story I’m reading, Swift got played like damn near every artist in the industry, fam.

Ok, for those who missed it, Swift is currently at odds with Braun. Now, for anyone who doesn’t know who Braun is, let’s just say he’s one of the most powerful people in the music business. Shit, whether we’re talking about Justin BieberAriana Grande or Demi Lovato, Braun manages them all. Needless to say, he’s a major player in the industry, bruh. Moving on, Swift’s issue with him is related to his purchase of Big Machine Label Group, Swift’s former record label.

Now, as a result of the purchase, Braun effectively owns Swift’s master recordings. Meaning, he owns all of her albums and can do with them as he pleases. Anyway, I think it’s safe to say that this isn’t sitting well with Swift. Hell, based on her scathing open letter, she basically views Braun as the Devil. The truth is, I have no idea if Braun is a good person or not. All I know is, based on the scenario, he just pulled a savvy business move, bruh. A move that anybody with that type of pull would make, son. I mean, Michael Jackson once bought The Beatles‘ masters, for God‘s sake. Much to the chagrin of Paul McCartney.

Keeping it a buck, Swift’s peril is common in the music business. On the real, most artists don’t own their masters, man. Frankly, it doesn’t matter how big the musician is, fam. Real talk, if an artist signs with a record label, 99.9% of the time, that label is going to own their music. This is why most musicians make their fortune from touring, merchandise and advertisements. However, as the years and decades pass, the record label is still going to eat off of an artist’s hard work.

The point is, Taylor Swift is more a victim of the music business than Scooter Braun. Now, it’s still very possible that Braun is a shitty person and bought her music out of spite. But, when he’s that big of an entity, it makes it that much easier for him to capitalize off of her misfortune. All in all, this is why more artists are going the independent route now, bruh. The way I see it, it’s not in a musician’s best interest to align themselves with a label. In these cases, an artist’s future is solely in that corporation’s hands.

In the end, I actually feel bad for Taylor Swift, son. Ultimately, all of that fame doesn’t equal power, man. By and by, she’s one of the biggest artists in the world and she doesn’t own her work, fam. At the end of the day, that should be a wake-up call to all musicians out there. We all need to own our shit, bruh. That way, The Man can’t dangle our life’s work over our heads. That is all. LC out.