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 packed 12 months of megalomania
January: Album edicts and Twitter rows( part 1)
After releasing a brand-new trail, Facts, on New Years Eve, Kanye followed it up with another brand-new way, No Parties in LA, on 18 January. At that time, his forthcoming album was due to be called Whoosh( supplanting the previous So Help Me God ), and was its creator 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 activity, the book opening was to be combined with a reveal 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 sequences on Twitter. You would be wrong. After West announced the new album would now be called Brandishes rather than Swish, Wiz Khalifa hinted hed pinched the brand-new epithet from the Harlem rapper Max B. Never one to realise enticement 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 all the behavior through I am your OG and I will be respected as such. All of which elicited 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 sequences( areas 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 man at the centre of a massive sexual-assault scandal instead? On 9 February, West chose to do only that, with the massively unambiguous: BILL COSBY INNOCENT !!!!!!!!!! As the Protector Dave Schilling observed: 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 crimes 37 wives is probably just one of them. Still, theres no better road to distract attention from that by announcing that your brand-new album has its third new designation 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 tale of So Help Me God/ Swish/ Waves/ The Life of Pablo?