Its tough keeping up with “the worlds” of Kanye West. So let us take the hard work out of it and present to you the highlights of a packed 12 months of megalomania
January: Album notices and Twitter rows( part 1)
After releasing a brand-new way, Facts, on New Years Eve, Kanye followed it up with another brand-new racetrack, No Parties in LA, on 18 January. At that time, his forthcoming album was due to be called Whoosh( supplanting the previous So Help Me God ), and was its make said the best album of all time. On 26 January, he announced he “wouldve been” premiering it at Madison Square Garden in New York. Never one to shun cross-promotional task, the book propel was to be combined with a picture for his Yeezy range for Adidas. Oh, and it would be shown in cinemas worldwide. Of course.
You would think, with all that to take care of, West might have better things to do than having rows on Twitter. You would be wrong. After West announced the new book would now be called Waves rather than Swish, Wiz Khalifa showed hed pinched the new appoint from the Harlem rapper Max B. Never one to identify enticement without taking it, West piled in. Your first single was corny as fucking and most there after No one I know has ever listened to one of your albums the whole way through I am your OG and I will be respected as such. All of which prompted a most peculiar replies from Khalifas girlfriend( and Wests ex ), Amber Rose: Are u mad Im not around to play in ur asshole anymore? #FingersInTheBootyAssBitch. Its just like the Algonquin round table, I tell you.
The month in a Kanye title : Cant Tell Me Nothing
February: Twitter rows( sides two and three) and the album launch
Well, having a pop at a fellow rapper can get to feel tame sometimes. So why not tweet your is supportive of the man at the centre of a massive sexual-assault scandal instead? On 9 February, West chose to do only that, with the massively unambiguous: BILL COSBY INNOCENT !!!!!!!!!! As the Protector Dave Schilling find: I have a sneaking suspicion Kanye West has a casket full of note cards, and on those note cards there are transgressive proclamations written on them. Extol Bill Cosby is innocent of abusing 37 ladies is probably just one of them. Still, theres no better direction to distract attention from that by announcing that your new album has its third new name in less than a month. Now it was to be called The Life of Pablo. Half the tracklist had changed from when it was announced Swish. Surely that would be it for the tale of So Help Me God/ Swish/ Waves/ The Life of Pablo?