I'm a Kanye fan as yall know. Dude is a genius and it's really quite that simple. Of course I purchased his current cd the day it was released and I bought it from the store so I could hold it in my hand.
I've been listening to it now for a minute and I'll be honest when I say that the music is so sick it's crazy.
The beats man?
Wow. Just...wow.
Sure a couple of the songs go on for a tad too long but hey...I understand that he meant it to be that way. Symphonic rap is what I call this flavor and it just goes to show what everyone already knows...Kanye is mad talented like...WHOA.
The words however?
*sigh*
Is he spitting rhymes at you effortlessly? Yup. Is he waxing in a way that makes you smile when you catch it how he threw it? Yup.
Is he disturbed as hell?
Yup.
Dude has issues man.
And they are all up and through the lyrics of this album.
SIP: And so does Chris Rock.
And I feel so sorry for him. Not in a way that is pitying but in a way that's like a big sister. Like...I'd like to meet him and let him come over to 13700 and play Scrabble with us and cuddle up with Lucy because she gives the best hugs. I'd like to cook for him and debate and argue with him. I'd like to show him that just because you disagree...doesn't mean you can't be friends. I'd like to help him see that all women aren't objects, want something from him, are evil, after his money, or drama filled.
Dude needs to see some of the good in the world.
Dude needs The Tribe.
The part that lets me know that this will never happen is because if it did...this type of genius might not be possible because you have to be in a very dark place to produce this type of renaissance filled in pain, strain and, dare I say...hate.
But we've all been there.
I want him to get better. I want his lyrics to get cleaner. MUCH cleaner. But I want him to continue creating and taking music to levels others have forgotten can exist between artists and fans.
I'm not a music critic. I simply like what I like. I like...no...LOVE Kanye's music but his lyrics bring me down. Waaaaaaaay down. And it makes me hurt for his tragic soul.
That baby misses his mommy.
Kanye...if you read this...you're welcome to our home for dinner. Leave your phone in the car, leave the papparazi at the airport. Don't show up drunk or high. There won't be any cameras. Oh...and don't wear black. Lucy loves to give hugs and her doggie hair will get all over your clothes.
Have you heard Kanye's My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy yet?
SIP: Yes.
Are you as impressed by it as the critics are?
SIP: Yes. Ridiculously so.
Are you able to separate Kanye the sometimes obnoxious, egotistical man from Kanye the artist?
SIP: I'll be honest when I say that it is sometimes extremely difficult to do but then you hear his music and listen to his lyrics and you realize he's a tortured soul. You recognize it is the reason he is able to create something so masterful. So...amazing. Some of his lyrics are crude and in extremely poor taste but you sense that, somehow, it's truly from his heart and that it's what he has such a complicated time coming to grips with. I hope he gets to a better place soon even though I hope that doesn't interfere with digging so deep and giving a face to that which so many deny even exists. Twisted fantasies.
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