It’s been a busy and stressful few weeks as a Kanye West disciple.
After changing the name of his album and the official track list multiple times, he finally settled on the ominous title “The Life of Pablo”.
He held his own circus at Madison Square Garden with his new album and season of his clothing line as the entertainment. Much of the album is filled with questionable lyrics and the clothing is rumored to be absurdly expensive. He’s tweeted a multitude of bizarre thoughts, the brainless Bill Cosby defense and the begging Mark Zuckerberg for money after claiming to be broke to name a few. Also who could forget the Wiz Khalifa beef that may or may not have been a publicity stunt? If those shenanigans weren’t enough, he also reminded us that he still plans on running for President in 2020.
I honestly don’t know where I even stand on this guy anymore. I grew up loving his music, feverishly awaiting every new release. I did my best to understand his eccentric behavior for years. But Kanye is growing into something scary nowadays. His longtime friend and collaborator Rhymefest claims that Kanye needs “spiritual and mental help.” Maybe all of the fame has finally caught up to him. I personally want to blame the Kardashians.
