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 edicts and Twitter sequences( part 1)
After releasing a new trail, Facts, on New Years Eve, Kanye followed it up with another brand-new line, No Parties in LA, on 18 January. At that item, his forthcoming album was due to be called Swish( supplanting the previous So Help Me God ), and was its producer 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 work, the album open was to be combined with a display for his Yeezy range for Adidas. Oh, and it would be shown in cinema worldwide. Of course.
You would think, with everything 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 Ripples rather than Swish, Wiz Khalifa advocated hed pinched the brand-new epithet from the Harlem rapper Max B. Never one to check 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 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 round table, I tell you.
The month in a Kanye title : Cant Tell Me Nothing
February: Twitter sequences( constituents 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 center 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 Guard 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 explanations written on them. Exclaiming Bill Cosby is innocent of raping 37 ladies is probably just one of them. Still, theres no better road to divert attention from that by announcing that your 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 called Swish. Surely that would be it for the epic of So Help Me God/ Swish/ Waves/ The Life of Pablo?