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Well, God Damn!

Submitted by charliehiphop on Thu, 2016-01-28 21:01

I tend to play music, maybe listen to the playback a couple times, and move on.

Sometimes when you go back and listen to stuff you did a couple of years ago, you go, "Well, God damn! That's actually fucking really good." I guess that's what happened to J.S. Bach. Somebody came back to it and was like, "Wow, good shit, man."

Nobody listens to my stuff now, well, nobody that pays but lots of people... actually... it's complicated. Anyway, I ain't fillin' up that tip jar. But, with help from others, I've made some really good music, turns out.

I keep forgetting to write about music

Submitted by charliehiphop on Mon, 2016-01-25 19:29

I keep forgetting to write about anything, actually... or to write anything, really.

And that's sad. It's just sad because I'm a pretty damn good writer if I say so myself (and I DO! !p).

There's nothing in particular that I wanted to tell you about except that... oh yeah, Spaceship Ride is out. Please check it out on your favorite streaming service when you get a chance. Just search for "CharlieHipHop Spaceship."

Here it is on Spotify

Nobody Hates You Like a Jilted Lover, BlackBerry

Submitted by charliehiphop on Mon, 2015-12-14 20:03

Nobody hates you like a jilted lover, and nobody can do you more harm

When you love someone and they betray you, the sweet potpourri of amore quickly decays into a stinking pool of trash soup like the gutter outside a fine Manhattan trattoria on a rainy garbage day. That's how I feel about BlackBerry right now: betrayed and angry.

I am betrayed and angry in two main ways: as a BlackBerry user and as a BBRY investor. First let me tell you

Why I feel betrayed as a BlackBerry user

Open Letter to Pebble

Submitted by charliehiphop on Thu, 2015-06-18 21:45

[Author's note: This was sent to Pebble as an e-mail, but who reads those things anymore? Hell, who reads anything? What's the point?]

I guess you must get an awful lot of spam and a lot of worthless inquiries, but I wanted to say something that can't be said in 170 (or whatever) characters.‎ I will say it there too just to get better coverage, but a Tweet isn't the proper medium for this message.

Time to Take off the Gloves, BlackBerry Shareholders!

Submitted by charliehiphop on Sun, 2015-04-12 13:18

It's time to show who has the power, here.

First of all, standard disclosure and disclaimer: I am long BBRY. I am not a professional investment advisor and nothing in this piece should be taken as investment advice. Do your own research before undertaking any trading position on any stock mentioned herein.

Time to Take off the Gloves, BlackBerry!

Submitted by charliehiphop on Tue, 2015-03-31 06:18

It's time to take off the gloves. Enough is enough. This is getting ridiculous.

The Planet Is Dying by ChuckRoc and the Rubber Band

Submitted by charliehiphop on Mon, 2015-03-09 19:32


5:08 minutes (11.76 MB)

Tech - Just Do Your Thing and STFU

Submitted by charliehiphop on Tue, 2014-12-16 21:47

Everybody should stick to what they’re good at, and nobody’s good at everything so just squash that thought. It’s a logical impossibility. One might be good at many things, but nobody is good at everything. Why? Some things are opposites. Being good at love does not make one good at war, and vice versa; one set of skills precludes the other.

Why I'm Thankful to be Long $BBRY

Submitted by charliehiphop on Wed, 2014-11-26 19:51

This year, as usual, I'm grateful for all the usual stuff – good family, good friends, good health, good education, good job, good looks and so on. But this Thanksgiving I'm grateful for something else: I'm grateful that my good education gave me the foresight to see the value of $BBRY before the rest of the market did.

Make You Come (official video)

Submitted by charliehiphop on Fri, 2014-11-21 19:56

Send it to your hunny bunny if you're in the mood. I hear it has aphrodisiac qualities.

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