Its tough keeping up with the world 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 1)
After releasing a brand-new line, Facts, on New Years Eve, Kanye followed it up with another brand-new track, No Parties in LA, on 18 January. At that time, his forthcoming album was due to be called Swish( supplanting the previous So Help Me God ), and was its make 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 work, the album launch was to be combined with a substantiate 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 new album would now be called Curves rather than Swish, Wiz Khalifa hinted hed pinched the brand-new mention from the Harlem rapper Max B. Never one to read 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 books the whole way through I am your OG and I will be respected as such. All of which precipitated 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 “king arthurs round table”, I tell you.
The month in a Kanye title : Cant Tell Me Nothing
February: Twitter rows( places two and three) and the book launch
Well, having a pop at a fellow rapper can get to feel tame sometimes. So why not tweet your is supportive of “the mens” at the centre of a massive sexual-assault gossip instead? On 9 February, West chose to do merely that, with the massively unambiguous: BILL COSBY INNOCENT !!!!!!!!!! As the Defender 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 statements written on them. Extol Bill Cosby is innocent of abusing 37 dames is probably just one of them. Still, theres no better road to divert attention from that by announcing that your brand-new album has its third new entitle 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 announced Swish. Surely that would be it for the epic of So Help Me God/ Swish/ Waves/ The Life of Pablo?