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William A Ferguson: piano, bass, electronic percussion.

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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

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Whole Again

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

For a Friend (IN THE HOUSE OF JAZZ)

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!

Focus on You (Remixes)

Focus on U (Neo-Soul Mix)

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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.

Tehran Tango

William A Ferguson

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