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 edicts and Twitter sequences( part one)
After releasing a new trail, Facts, on New Years Eve, Kanye followed it up with another new way, No Parties in LA, on 18 January. At that object, his forthcoming album was due to be called Whoosh( ousting the previous So Help Me God ), and was its manufacturer said the best album 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 pleasure, the book opening was to be combined with a establish 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 brand-new book would now be called Waves rather than Swish, Wiz Khalifa proposed hed pinched the brand-new refer from the Harlem rapper Max B. Never one to assure 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 books all the way through I am your OG and I will be respected as such. All of which provoked 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 “king arthurs round table”, I tell you.
The month in a Kanye title : Cant Tell Me Nothing
February: Twitter rows( proportions two and three) and the book launch
Well, having a pop at a fellow rapper can get to feel tamed sometimes. So why not tweet your support for “the mens” at the centre of a massive sexual-assault gossip instead? On 9 February, West chose to do just that, with the massively unambiguous: BILL COSBY INNOCENT !!!!!!!!!! As the Guardian Dave Schilling detected: I have a sneaking suspicion Kanye West has a container full of note cards, and on those note cards there are transgressive explanations written on them. Extol Bill Cosby is innocent of abusing 37 females is probably just one of them. Still, theres no better mode to distract attention from that by announcing that your brand-new album has its third brand-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 announced Swish. Surely that would be it for the saga of So Help Me God/ Swish/ Waves/ The Life of Pablo?