From https://williamaferguson.substack.com

The Substack Sessions

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: 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!

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

William A Ferguson: synthesizers, keyboards, electronics and electronic percussion.

Hey SoundCloud fam, let’s dive into the latest drama fueling “No Sorry Left To Say”—the fiery feud between J.K. Rowling and Emma Watson. It kicked off when Watson, now 35 and a vocal activist, dropped a nuanced olive branch on Jay Shetty’s On Purpose podcast last week, reflecting on their Harry Potter bond despite their trans rights clash. She admitted the rift “hurts” but treasured Rowling’s past kindness, saying she’d never “cancel” her—only to have Rowling fire back with a 700-word X rant. Rowling slammed Watson’s “privilege” as a multimillionaire at 14, contrasting it with her own poverty-stricken days writing the series, and called out a 2020 handwritten apology note as hollow amid the hate she faced, accusing Watson of fueling the fire then playing nice.

This isn’t just personal—it’s a five-year ideological war. Rowling’s “gender critical” stance, rooted in her experiences with domestic abuse, pits her against Watson’s trans-inclusive feminism, with Rowling seeing Watson’s 2020 tweet as a betrayal amplified by fame. The timing’s key too—anti-trans sentiment is gaining traction, giving Rowling a bolder stage to hit back, especially targeting Watson over co-star Daniel Radcliffe, maybe with a gendered edge. For us fans, it’s a gut punch: the series’ themes of unity are lost in this mess. Rowling demands a public apology for peace, while Watson’s moved on to activism—leaving us wondering if this anthem’s vibe echoes their unresolved tension. 

What’s your take—drop it in the comments!



No Sorry Left To Say

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.