Its tough keeping pace with the world of Kanye West. So let us take the hard work out of it and present to you the highlights of a jam-packed 12 months of megalomania
January: Album proclamations and Twitter sequences( part one)
After releasing a brand-new track, Facts, on New Years Eve, Kanye followed it up with another new trail, No Parties in LA, on 18 January. At that level, his forthcoming album was due to be called Swish( replacing the previous So Help Me God ), and was its creator said the best book of all time. On 26 January, he announced he would be premiering it at Madison Square Garden in New York. Never one to shun cross-promotional work, the book opening was to be combined with a display for his Yeezy range for Adidas. Oh, and it would be shown in cinemas worldwide. Of course.
You would think, with everything that to take care of, West might have better things to do than having sequences on Twitter. You would be wrong. After West announced the new album would now be called Wavings rather than Swish, Wiz Khalifa recommended hed pinched the new epithet from the Harlem rapper Max B. Never one to ensure bait 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 all the 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 sequences( components two and three) and the album launch
Well, having a pop at a fellow rapper can get to feel tamed sometimes. So why not tweet your is supportive of the man at the centre of a massive sexual-assault gossip instead? On 9 February, West chose to do only that, with the massively unambiguous: BILL COSBY INNOCENT !!!!!!!!!! As the Protector Dave Schilling mentioned: I have a sneaking suspicion Kanye West has a casket full of note cards, and on those note cards there are transgressive statements written on them. Extol Bill Cosby is innocent of raping 37 wives is probably just one of them. Still, theres no better behavior to divert attention from that by announcing that your new album has its third new entitle in less than a month. Now it was to be called The Life of Pablo. Half the tracklist had changed from when it was called Swish. Surely that would be it for the tale of So Help Me God/ Swish/ Waves/ The Life of Pablo?