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 brand-new racetrack, Facts, on New Years Eve, Kanye followed it up with another new track, No Parties in LA, on 18 January. At that object, his forthcoming album was due to be called Swish( ousting the previous So Help Me God ), and was its maker 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 act, the album propel was to be combined with a picture 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 book would now be called Curves rather than Swish, Wiz Khalifa proposed hed pinched the new appoint from the Harlem rapper Max B. Never one to encounter 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 provoked 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( portions 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 man 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 Guardian 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 accounts written on them. Extol Bill Cosby is innocent of crimes 37 girls is probably just one of them. Still, theres no better acces to distract attention from that by announcing that your new album has its third new name 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 story of So Help Me God/ Swish/ Waves/ The Life of Pablo?