Its tough keeping pace 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 sequences( part 1)
After releasing a new way, Facts, on New Years Eve, Kanye followed it up with another new racetrack, No Parties in LA, on 18 January. At that object, his forthcoming album was due to be called Swish( changing the previous So Help Me God ), and was its maker said the best book 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 work, the book open was to be combined with a appearance for his Yeezy range for Adidas. Oh, and it would be shown in cinema 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 brand-new book would now be called Waves rather than Swish, Wiz Khalifa advocated hed pinched the new figure from the Harlem rapper Max B. Never one to identify bait without taking it, West piled in. Your first single was corny as fuck 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 response 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 support for the man at the center of a massive sexual-assault gossip instead? On 9 February, West chose to do simply that, with the massively unambiguous: BILL COSBY INNOCENT !!!!!!!!!! As the Guard Dave Schilling mentioned: I have a sneaking suspicion Kanye West has a container full of note cards, and on those note cards there are transgressive proclamations written on them. Proclaiming Bill Cosby is innocent of abusing 37 wives is probably just one of them. Still, theres no better direction to divert attention from that by announcing that your new album has its third new deed in less than a few months. 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 story of So Help Me God/ Swish/ Waves/ The Life of Pablo?