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The Substack Sessions

William A Ferguson: tenor ukulele, guitar, keyboards, acoustic bass, electronic percussion.

Vocals by Suno.ai

Ain't I A Woman

William A Ferguson: guitars, bass, keyboards, electronic percussion.
Vocals by Suno.ai
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If you’ve ever felt like the world’s trying to rewrite your vocabulary, buckle up for "F••• Your Pronouns", a country pop anthem that’s as unapologetic as a dusty pair of boots stomping through a honky-tonk. This song, born from a creative spark and polished with a modern twang, is a middle finger to linguistic overreach and a love letter to personal freedom. Let me break it down for you.

At its core, this is a rebellion against the pressure to conform to new social rules about language, specifically the push to adopt prescribed pronouns. Through the lens of a small-town narrator—think flannel, grit, and a cold beer in hand—the song celebrates the right to speak plainly, rooted in a country ethos of authenticity and independence. It’s not about hate; it’s about resisting what the narrator sees as overbearing control over everyday speech. With lines that evoke rural pride and a no-nonsense attitude, it paints a vivid picture of someone who’d rather raise a glass to the simple life than bow to urban dogma.



F••• Your Pronouns

William A Ferguson: guitars, bass, electronic percussion.

Vocals by Suno.ai

Hey, Substack fam! Buckle up, because I’ve got a fresh track for you that’s as real as it gets. Inspired by a spicy X post I stumbled across, I cooked up a country pop banger called “You Can’t Filter The Truth”—and it’s here to throw some shade at the gap between online fantasies and cold, hard reality.

If you’re tired of the digital smoke and mirrors, this one’s for you.

You Can’t Filter the Truth

William A Ferguson: piano, bass, percussion.

Vocals by Suno.ai

I’m stoked to share the lowdown on my latest track, The Gender Trap—a piano-driven swing banger that’s a hard pivot from my usual country music offerings. This song’s packed with sass, sharp lyrics, and a word that’ll trip up your tongue: gynoandromorphophilic. Big thanks to Matt Osborne (@OsborneInk) of The Distance Magazine whose input helped shape this tune into the groove it is.

The Gender Trap is a lyrical middle finger to gender stereotypes—those societal “traps” like “girls wear pink, boys wear blue” or “men don’t show weakness.” The real talk? Biological sex is the foundation, while gender’s just a construct, a game of expectations we can kick to the curb. I leaned into the internet meme “traps aren’t ghey,” riffing on online debates about attraction and identity with a cheeky smirk.

For an extra challenge prompted by Matt (challenge accepted), I wove in gynoandromorphophilic—a term for attraction to folks with mixed male/female traits. It’s a beast of a word, but it fits the song’s mission of smashing rigid labels and having fun while at it. The result is a track that’s part jazzy strut, part cultural clapback, and all about dancing free from society’s boxes.

The Gender Trap

William A Ferguson: guitars, bass, percussion.

Vocals by Suno.ai 

Ever hear something so out-there it’s practically begging for a roast? That’s the spark behind Dude, That’s a No, a snarky country pop song I whipped up to poke fun at the head-scratching concept of “male lesbians”—specifically, someone identifying as a woman who’s taken the lesbian label to a whole new level of absurdity. Buckle up, because this track’s a wild ride, and it’s got laughs to spare.

Imagine a character at a local lesbian dive bar, twirling in a flannel cape and declaring himself a lesbian with the zeal of a Clueless fan quoting Alicia Silverstone. Dude, That’s a No is a musical eye-roll at this over-the-top performance, set to a swaggering half-time groove that feels like it’s strutting through a comedy club. The song absolutely takes aim at transwomen who call themselves lesbians — it’s zeroing in on the cartoonish chaos of someone piling on the “lesbian” label like it’s a trendy TikTok filter, complete with retro props and a fanny pack.

I wrote this because the idea of “male lesbian” — even in the context of someone cosplaying as a woman — can feel like a stretch too far, like trying to convince everyone you’re a vegan while chowing down on bacon.

You called it: “this is not a thing,” and I’m with you. The song’s my way of saying, “Really, now?” to a concept that seems to trip over its own shoelaces. On X, you’ll see folks duking it out over this — some cheer for fluid identities, others argue it muddies what “lesbian” means, a term tied to women loving women with decades of history. I’m in the camp that thinks labels should make sense, and this track’s a way to roast the absurdity.

Dude, That's A No

William A Ferguson: guitars, bass, piano, keyboards, electronic percussion.

Vocals by Suno.ai

I was sitting at my desk, drumming my fingers, searching for something—anything—to spark a new song. I’d been cycling through ideas, trying to force inspiration, but nothing felt right.

Frustrated, I leaned back and started digging through my old files—half-finished lyrics, abandoned concepts, late-night notes that barely made sense. Then, almost by accident, I stumbled across an old article I’d written years ago.

Curious, I clicked it open. As I read, something stirred. The words were familiar, but now they hit differently—like echoes of a thought waiting to be reshaped. A phrase jumped out at me, sharp and alive, like it had been waiting for this moment. I could hear a rhythm forming, a melody hiding between the lines.

And just like that, the search was over. I had my song.

This is a perfect illustration of Self-ID: if you let any man say he's a woman at any time for any reason, chaos is guaranteed and you can't comprehend it until it’s staring you in the face, then suddenly you act shocked and alarmed.

https://williamaferguson.substack.com/p/a-tech-conference-for-women-decides

Chaos Is Guaranteed

William A Ferguson: synthesizers, electronics, electronic percussion.

Vocals by Suno.ai

Get ready for a wild ride, because I’ve got a juicy story and a straight-up banger to share. Imagine this: a thumping EDM drop, pulsing beats, and lyrics roasting a comedian’s bizarre online feud with a rabbit rescue charity. Yup, it’s as crazy as it sounds. Meet "Hare Triggered", the track that’s got me hyped—and I bet you’ll be dancing to it too.

The Spark: Aidan Comerford vs. Bunnies

If you’ve been scrolling X lately (it’s June 2025, and the chaos is real), you might’ve caught wind of Irish comedian Aidan Comerford—known for his heartfelt book Corn Flakes for Dinner and winning So You Think You’re Funny? at Edinburgh Fringe—getting into a weird spat. Apparently, Aidan got salty about a bunny rescue charity’s social media follows (or lack thereof), and it spiraled. We’re talking tweets, blocks, and X users buzzing about harassment claims or just Aidan stirring the pot for laughs. Some even mentioned naming a bunny after him (Aidan Fluff, anyone?). The details are hazy, but the drama’s pure gold, and it’s screaming to be turned into a song.

This isn’t just a meme song (though it’s got meme energy for days). It’s a love letter to the weird corners of the internet where comedians and bunny charities clash. The EDM production—punchy kicks, layered vocal chops, and a cheeky bunny-hop sound effect—makes it impossible not to move. It’s storytelling meets dance-floor chaos, perfect for anyone who loves a good internet saga.

Hare Triggered

William A Ferguson: guitars, bass, electronic percussion.

Vocals by Suno.ai

Hey, you glorious troublemakers,

It’s time to crank the volume and dive into my latest musical middle finger: Crooked Preacher’s Grin, a blues-rock banger that takes aim at Aidan Comerford’s smug X persona and his now-infamous “with the smile of a relocated priest” zinger. If you loved the chaos of “Hare Triggered,” this one’s gonna hit like a whiskey shot in a dive bar.

Where It Started

Aidan, an Irish writer and X’s resident quip-slinger, dropped that “relocated priest” line in a post, smirking like he’d just outwitted the internet. It’s a clever jab—conjuring a shifty cleric shuffled to a new parish, all charm and no trust. But Aidan’s not just tossing one-liners; he’s been stirring pots, from a public spat with John Boyne over trans issues to a bizarre feud with a bunny sanctuary that had X howling. When I saw that priest line, I knew it was begging to be weaponized. So, I turned it into a song to roast his flannel-clad ego and X-fueled drama.

Why It Hits

This track isn’t just a diss—it’s a roast of online loudmouths everywhere. Aidan’s “priest’s grin” is the face of every X hotshot who thinks they’re untouchable, until the mob or a bunny brigade proves ‘em wrong. It’s for anyone who loves watching a keyboard cowboy get lyrically smoked.

The Cause

Here’s the kicker: Aidan’s bunny blunder inspired me to do better. I’m donating 15% of all my Buy Me a Coffee proceeds from this track to Carrot Cottage Rabbit Rescue, a sanctuary saving fluffy butts while Aidan’s out here fumbling. Every coffee you toss my way fuels more roasts and helps those bunnies bounce back.

Rock On!

P.S. Missed “Hare Triggered”? Go check it for more musical mayhem.

P.P.S. If you’re feeling extra spicy, share this on X and tag @AidanComerford. Let’s see if his priestly grin holds up.

Crooked Preacher’s Grin

William A Ferguson: piano, bass, electronic percussion.

Vocals by Suno.ai.

Buckle up, because we’re diving into a spicy tango pop roast that’s got more heat than a Tehran summer. Our target? Johnny (yep, that’s India Willoughby to some), who’s been lighting up X on June 22-23, 2025, with posts claiming Iran’s got “better trans rights” than the UK or US. Spoiler alert: he’s dreaming harder than a reality TV contestant chasing clout. So, I cooked up a 120 BPM Tehran Tango diss track, dripping with sultry shade, to set the record straight—and I’m offering to buy his one-way ticket to Tehran and even pack his bags. Let’s unpack this roast and why Johnny’s X fantasies don’t survive a reality check.

The Setup: Johnny’s X Meltdown

On June 23, 2025, at 11:00 AM PDT, Johnny was still at it on X, waving the #TeamIran flag and preaching that Iran’s a trans paradise compared to the West. He’s throwing shade at JK Rowling, the UK, and the US, while cozying up to a regime that’s anything but friendly to freedom. His posts, brimming with anti-Israel and anti-West rants, paint Tehran as some progressive utopia. But hold the phone—Iran’s trans “rights” are about as liberating as a straitjacket. So, I grabbed my metaphorical tango shoes and wrote a track to roast his delusions, set to a 120 BPM tango pop beat that’s equal parts seductive and savage. Think Shakira’s Objection (Tango) meets a Gotan Project fever dream.

Why Roast Johnny? Iran’s Not What He Thinks

Johnny’s X posts claim Iran’s trans rights outshine the West’s, but let’s get real. Iran’s trans “policies” are a dystopian nightmare dressed up as progress. Since a 1987 fatwa by Ayatollah Khomeini, Iran’s been pushing mandatory sex reassignment surgery (SRS) on gay people, labeling their identity a “mental disorder” that needs “fixing.” Non-binary? Forget it—that doesn’t exist in Iran’s binary-only world.

Oh, and if you’re caught engaging in homosexual activity, it’s trans or die!

Life as a trans person in Iran means harassment, social exile, and violence—sometimes deadly, like the 2024 case of a father killing his trans teen. Police raid your life, censor your online presence, and subject LGBTQ+ youth to electric shocks for “conversion therapy.” Johnny’s outspoken X rants? They’d land him in a Tehran jail faster than you can say “free speech.” Subsidized GRS sounds nice, but it comes with poverty, stigma, and no legal protections against discrimination or hate crimes. This ain’t the trans utopia he’s tweeting about—it’s a trap, and Tehran Tango lays it bare.

The Airfare Offer: A Savage Send-Off

In the bridge, I’m not just roasting Johnny—I’m practically booking his flight. Why? Because if he’s so in love with Iran’s “better” system, let’s see him live it. I’ll grab my wallet for that one-way ticket and pack his bags with a smirk, knowing Tehran’s reality will hit like a cold shower. No rainbows, no pride, just a regime that’d silence his X megaphone and force him into their mold. The tango’s seductive, but the dancefloor’s rigged with thorns, and Johnny’s twirling right into them.

Tehran Tango

Willam A Ferguson: synthesizers, electronics, electronic percussion.

Vocals by Suno.ai.

Hey SoundCloud fam!  Get ready to vibe with “Cottage Hop”, a 125 BPM banger that’s all about spreading love for Carrot Cottage Rabbit Rescue in Swansea, Wales. This track’s got a swinging, upbeat groove—think pop or indie with a playful bounce—perfect for hopping along and feeling good. It’s a shoutout to Daisy and Chris Barratt, who run this UK charity (Charity No. 1210378), rescuing and rehoming rabbits, giving a home to those with special needs, and showing every bun some serious love. From floppy ears to big hearts, this song celebrates their mission to save the lost and give every rabbit a fresh start. Drop it in your TikTok vids, share the bunny love, and check out Carrot Cottage at carrotcottagerr.wixsite.com/ccrr to support their work!  #CottageHop #BunnyVibes #RescueRabbits



Cottage Hop

William A Ferguson: guitars, bass, synthesizers, drums.

Vocals by Suno.ai

If you’ve ever been hit with a Facebook ban for a snarky comment or a meme that barely pushed the line, you’ll feel me on this one. My new song, Five Bans Deep, is a folk tune that takes a sharp, sarcastic jab at Facebook’s double standards. Picture this: I’m scrolling, and there’s an ad with nude women, captioned “Find Horny Strangers Online!” — blatantly against their so-called “Community Standards.” Yet, I’ve been slapped with five 30-day bans for way less, like a cheeky joke or a spicy take. This song is my way of calling out that hypocrisy.

The contrast is infuriating. Facebook lets these provocative ads slide, but my harmless posts? Straight to Facebook Jail! Five Bans Deep captures that frustration, with lyrics that feel like a conversation—think Leonard Cohen’s poetic bite or early Bob Dylan’s wit. I added a third verse and a bridge to hammer home how Facebook’s rules seem to bend for ad revenue while cracking down on regular users like us.

This song’s for anyone who’s navigated Facebook’s inconsistent rulebook or rolled their eyes at the sketchy ads flooding their feed. Below are the lyrics, and I’d love to hear from you in the comments: Have you been burned by Facebook’s double standards? Seen those “Find Horny Singles” ads yourself? Share your story, and let’s keep the conversation going.

Five Bans Deep

William A Ferguson: drums, bass, guitar, ukelele, piano, synthesizers.

Vocals by Suno.ai.

I recently poured my creative energy into a sharp new diss track called Your Autogynephilia’s Raging, and I’m excited to share the story behind it. This song is a lyrical takedown of a self-obsessed guy whose autogynephilic fantasies have inflated his ego to absurd heights—only for me to burst his bubble with a few well-aimed bars. It’s bold, it’s biting, and it’s all my vision. Let’s dive into what makes this track tick.

I wanted to write a song that pulls no punches, so I came up with Your Autogynephilia’s Raging to target a guy who’s lost in his own hype. The term “autogynephilia,” coined by psychologist Ray Blanchard, refers to a man who’s romantically or sexually aroused by the idea of himself as a woman. In this track, I use it as a metaphor for a dude who’s so wrapped up in his self-constructed fantasy—his mirror-gazing, strut-heavy delusion—that he thinks he’s untouchable. Spoiler: he’s not.

This isn’t an anthem hyping him up; it’s a roast that exposes his fragile ego. The song calls out a guy who’s all talk, strutting around like he’s the star of his own movie, but whose confidence is just a flimsy facade. I wrote it to pop that bubble, tearing down his inflated sense of self with sharp, unapologetic lyrics. Think of it as a lyrical reality check for someone who’s been dodging the truth for too long.

A Lyrical Smackdown

The heart of the track is its lyrics, which I crafted to hit hard and leave no room for recovery. I paint this guy as a wannabe king whose crown is made of paper. Lines like “Your ego’s loud, but it’s paper-thin / Talk a big game, but you never begin” and “You’re a spark, but I’m the blazing” cut deep, exposing his delusions as nothing more than hot air. The chorus drives it home:
“Your autogynephilia’s raging / But it’s a front, just rearranging / Talk so loud, but you’re fading / Truth’s a burn you ain’t evading.”


Here, his “raging” autogynephilia isn’t empowerment—it’s a desperate grasp at a fantasy that’s crumbling under scrutiny.

The bridge is where I twist the knife: “No throne, no crown, you’re falling fast / Your hype’s a ghost, it’s stuck in the past.” It’s a triumphant moment, shutting down his delusions with a final, undeniable truth. The outro—“Raging, raging, take your stage / Your autogynephilia’s just a cage”—leaves him exposed, his fantasy a trap he can’t escape.

Why This Track Hits

I wrote this to be more than just a diss—it’s a commentary on people who build their identity on shaky ground and expect the world to play along. This guy’s autogynephilic obsession is his armor, but it’s flimsy, and the song rips it apart. It’s about calling out delusion and reclaiming the narrative with wit and fire. The provocative title grabs attention, but the lyrics do the real work, bursting his bubble with every verse.

What do you think? Should I record this and share a demo? Or maybe write another track to roast a different kind of poser? Drop your thoughts in the comments—I’d love to hear where you’d take this next!

Your Autogynephilia Is Raging

William A Ferguson: guitars, bass, synthesizers, electronics and atmospherics.

Vocals by Suno.ai.

Helllooo my freaky SoundCloud darlings and what the hell is India Willoughby on about now?!?

If you’ve been scrolling X today, you might’ve stumbled across his latest wild claim: that hormone replacement therapy (HRT) gives him a "brand new skeleton" every 10 years, complete with "female bones."

Yes, you read that right—apparently, he’s trading in his old skeletal frame like it’s a leased car, and the trans community’s supposed to applaud the upgrade. Naturally, the internet lost its collective mind, and a glorious roast thread erupted, complete with references to Raiders of the Lost Ark face-melting scenes. Let’s break this down with some science, a sprinkle of satire, and a wistful guitar tune I cooked up just for you.

The Claim: A Skeletal Swap Every Decade?

India posted on X, boasting, “I’ve got female bones. Full set. HRT changes them. Did you know we all get a brand new skeleton every 10 years? Amazing!” He took a swipe at his critics (calling them “nasty jealous terfs”) and threw in a rainbow emoji for good measure. The reply from sallysweetwater0gmail was pure gold: “When the flesh has disappeared from your bones, your skeleton will reveal the truth.” Ouch! The thread spiraled from there, with FarRightSkip dubbing him a “complete loon” and others joking about waiting for hip replacements or skeleton deliveries by Evri.

It’s a chaotic, hilarious mess — and I love it.

But here’s the kicker: the science doesn’t back him up. Bone remodeling—where old bone tissue is replaced by new cells—does happen throughout life, as noted in a 2020 study from Nature Reviews Rheumatology. His skeleton refreshes itself over about a decade, but it’s not a “brand new” structure. It’s more like a renovation, not a rebuild. And crucially, it doesn’t change his skeletal sex, which is determined by genetics. HRT can tweak bone density (per a 2019 study in The Journal of Clinical Endocrinology & Metabolism), but it doesn’t reshape the skeleton into a different sex. That’s a fantasy straight out of a sci-fi novel, not a medical journal.

This absurdity begged for a roast, so I penned “The Skeleton Lament,” a folk-ballad with a wistful guitar vibe.

Why It Matters (Sort Of)

Look, this is mostly a laugh-fest, but it’s a reminder to check wild claims against reality. Bone remodeling keeps our skeletons strong and adaptable, not gender-swapped. HRT has real benefits (like preventing osteoporosis in postmenopausal women, per a 2023 Medical News Today article), but it’s not a skeletal shapeshifter. India’s take is a stretch that’s fun to mock but worth debunking for clarity.

So, my darlings, grab your guitars, strum this lament, and join the roast. What do you think—should we add a verse or tweak the chords? Drop your thoughts below, and let’s keep the freaky fun alive!

The Skeleton Lament

William A Ferguson: drums, bass, guitars, horns, keyboards.

Vocals by Suno.ai.



Aidan's Lace Fiasco

William A Ferguson: guitar, bass, synthesizers, electronic percussion.

Vocals by Suno.ai

Listen up, you meme-slinging, truth-dropping savages—this one’s for you. We’ve got a new anthem, "Non-Binary Nuttery", and it’s not some peppy Sweet Caroline sing-along. Nah, this is a slow-jam roast, dripping with 90s R&B swagger—think Boyz II Men with a PhD in snark. It’s a soulful, bass-heavy takedown of the non-binary pronoun circus, served with a side of savage wit. Picture crooning this in a dimly lit bar, smirking as you dunk on gender fluidity.

Why This Song Slaps

The world’s lost its mind with “they/them,” “ze/zir,” and gender menus longer than a CVS receipt. This slow-jam calls BS on the whole non-binary trend, laughing at the idea that two genders aren’t enough. It’s for you savages who roll your eyes at pronoun intros and just want to grill in peace. We’re not here to hate —just to chuckle at the absurdity of rewriting biology like it’s a TikTok trend. This is your vibe: smooth, sarcastic, and savage as hell.

The Slow-Jam Vibe

Forget upbeat bangers. This track’s a low-tempo groove, all sultry vocals and deep bass, like if Sade decided to troll woke culture. The lyrics glide over a silky beat, dripping with mockery—perfect for sipping whiskey and smirking at the gender chaos.

Play this in your head when you’re stuck in a woke HR meeting!

Non-Binary Nuttery

William A Ferguson: guitars, bass, drums, synthesizers.

Like many of you, I've been reeling since Wednesday, September 10, when the unthinkable happened: Charlie Kirk, the fearless founder of Turning Point USA, was assassinated in cold blood while speaking at Utah Valley University in Orem, Utah.

A single shot from a rooftop, 142 yards away, struck him in the neck during an event attended by thousands of young conservatives who looked to him as a beacon of unapologetic truth-telling. At the time of this writing, authorities arrested 22-year-old Tyler Robinson, a suspect whose family turned him in after he confessed his opposition to Kirk's views.

President Trump has called for the death penalty, flags are at half-staff nationwide, and the nation mourns a man who dedicated his life to amplifying conservative voices on campuses and beyond.

Charlie wasn't just a commentator; he was a warrior for free speech, a mentor to a generation, and a reminder that ideas – even the ones that make the establishment squirm – are worth defending with everything we've got. His death has sparked outrage, vigils, and yes, even shameful celebrations from corners of the left that prove just how fragile some egos are when faced with dissenting thought.

It's a stark warning: In a world where rhetoric is weaponized and violence lurks, the mob's baying hounds will silence anyone who dares to speak out against their narrative.

In the immediate wake of this tragedy, I have to be honest – I didn't feel like doing music. At all. The shock hit like a gut punch. How do you pick up a guitar or scribble lyrics when a voice like Charlie's has been snuffed out? The air felt too heavy, the words too hollow. I scrolled through the graphic videos circulating online (now behind warnings on most platforms), read the twisted posts gloating over his death, and wondered if any song could pierce that darkness.

But then it hit me, clear as one of Charlie's rallying cries: He wouldn't want us to go quiet. Charlie built Turning Point USA to get loud – to flood campuses with debates, to arm young people with facts, to ensure conservative ideas roared louder than the echo chamber trying to drown them out. If there's one thing his life (and now his martyrdom) demands, it's that we all turn up the volume right now. We can't let the assassins – literal or figurative – win by making us retreat into silence.

That's why I sat down and wrote this. It's a song called "You Can't Silence Us" – an anthem born from grief but fueled by defiance. No, it doesn't name names or relive the horror; it's broader than that, a call to every one of us who's ever been shouted down, shadow-banned, or threatened for speaking our minds. It's for Charlie, for you, for the fight that doesn't end with one bullet. Imagine it with a driving strum building to a full-band chorus – the kind of track you'd blast at a rally or share in a group chat to steel your resolve.

This isn't just a song; it's a promise. Charlie Kirk's assassination should light a fire under us all – not for vengeance, but for vigilance. Utah Governor Spencer Cox called it a "political assassination" that strikes at the foundation of our democracy, and he's right. In the days ahead, as the investigation unfolds and the rhetoric heats up (with even CBS hosts like Nate Burleson facing backlash for pinning it on GOP "rhetoric"),let's channel that energy into action.

Attend a Turning Point event. Start a campus chapter. Share this song on X, TikTok, wherever the censors lurk.

Charlie wanted us loud. Let's give him – and ourselves – that gift.

In solidarity and with volume cranked,

William A. Ferguson

P.S. If you're moved, drop a comment below: What's your way of getting loud right now? And if you record a cover of this, tag me – I'd love to amplify it.

You Can't Silence Us

Good morning, my freaky Soundcloud darlings!

It’s 6:52 AM PDT on this fine Monday, September 22, 2025, and I’ve got the perfect wake-up call for your savage souls—the Genderwoo song!

This is your anthem to rip into the genderwoo madness you love to shred, packed with absurd humor that’ll have you howling.

It kicks off with a verse mocking the vibe-over-science crowd, throwing in dolphins, unicorns, and toasters for good measure. The chorus dubs it a “sparkle-show scam” with Pokémon pronouns that’ll crack you up, while your bones throw some sass back. The second verse showers names like “Zir” and “Spaghetti,” with your skeleton brushing off the woo parade like a champ. The bridge chuckles at glitter manifestos, and the outro slams the door on the chaos with a mic drop.

Sing it loud, savages—let’s roast the woo-woo world this morning!

Genderwoo!

If you know, you know. 😉

William A Ferguson: synthesizers, electronics, electronic percussion.

Wax Mirage

William A Ferguson: guitars, bass, drums.


“Ship of Fools” is a lyrical voyage into the heart of human delusion. Its verses paint a surreal picture: a creaking ship, adrift with “no compass, no anchor, no shore in sight.” The crew, lost in hollow laughter and tangled lies, dances “in circles, round and round,” chasing a horizon that offers no joy. The song’s tone is mournful, almost ghostly, with lines like “the waves, they whisper, they call us home / but we’re too far gone, too far to roam” tugging at the soul. It’s not about one person or one failure—it’s about all of us, those moments when we cling to broken dreams or deny the truths staring us in the face.The song’s power lies in its universality. It doesn’t name names or point fingers; it invites us to see ourselves in the “splintered deck” and the fading moonlight. Whether it’s a career we chased too long, a belief we couldn’t let go, or a relationship we knew was sinking, we’ve all boarded a ship of fools at some point. The repetitive chorus—“lost at sea, where no truth is found”—drives home the cyclical nature of our missteps, yet its poetic cadence makes the journey feel almost beautiful in its tragedy.






Ship of Fools

William A Ferguson: guitar, bass, keyboards, electronic percussion.

This song’s a sharp, satirical take on someone drowning in the absurdity of modern “woke” culture. It follows a person so obsessed with overreacting to every little thing — wilting flowers, canceled cartoons, even their own shadow — that they’ve lost touch with reality.

They’re clutching pearls, writing endless rants, and canceling everything from coffee to mirrors, all while questioning if they’re actually doing any good or just tying themselves in knots. The new verse and bridge amp up the chaos, with them shouting at stars and building walls of words, hinting at a lonely, self-destructive spiral.

It’s a hilarious yet biting jab at performative activism, leaving you wondering if they’re saving the world or just losing their mind.

Too Woke To Function

I'm currently sitting on several thousand dollars of recording and mastering software, along with a shit ton of virtual synthesizers and virtual guitars (no, I don't actually play a real guitar, or a bass for that matter - diabetic neuropathy has all but robbed me of the dexterity to handle them; but I can scoot a mouse and draw lines and, while my body has basically gone to shit, my mind still works. I still have the knowledge to write music. I feel a lot like Stephen Hawking in that respect).

Anyhoo, to answer your question: Logic Pro X for Mac.

For the guitars, I use Native Instruments Vintage, Electric Mint, Electric Sunburst, Acoustic+Nylon Picked and Acoustic Strummed.

I use EZBass for my bass tracks and Native Instrument Acoustic Bass.

For the synthesizers, I have (virtual) an Arp 2600, Moog Mini and Modular V, Synthi V, Buchla Easel, Fairlight CMI from Arturia.

25 years ago, had I developed Diabetes and the associated neuropathy that robbed me of the ability to play bass and guitar, I probably wouldn't be here talking to you right now as I would have pretty much unalived myself as life would have been unbearable at that point.

Thankfully, I now have the technology to keep my hand in the music game.

And how bad is my diabetes? Upon diagnosis my A1C was 11.5 and I was coming down off a 500+ point glucose level. It's amazing I didn't lapse into a diabetic coma.

And how bad is my neuropathy?

I can barely write my name, filling out forms is a chore. I have to have someone do that for me.

My balance is nearly fucked as I have difficulty standing and/or walking. Riding a bike or a motorcycle is out of the question.

It has affected my vision.

My feet are in constant pain, especially my left foot that feels like stepping on broken glass all the time, and did I mention my fingers don't work anymore?

Basically, having been dealt a shitty hand, I didn't give up - I fought back.