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 proclamations and Twitter sequences( part 1)
After releasing a new line, Facts, on New Years Eve, Kanye followed it up with another new way, No Parties in LA, on 18 January. At that stage, his forthcoming album was due to be called Hiss( changing 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 pleasure, the album open 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 something better to do than having rows on Twitter. You would be wrong. After West announced the new album would now be called Motions rather than Swish, Wiz Khalifa indicated hed pinched the brand-new call from the Harlem rapper Max B. Never one to insure bait 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 the whole 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 round table, I tell you.
The month in a Kanye title : Cant Tell Me Nothing
February: Twitter rows( components 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 support for “the mens” at the centre of a massive sexual-assault scandal instead? On 9 February, West chose to do simply that, with the massively unambiguous: BILL COSBY INNOCENT !!!!!!!!!! As the Protector Dave Schilling detected: I have a sneaking suspicion Kanye West has a casket full of note cards, and on those note cards there are transgressive announcements written on them. Exclaiming Bill Cosby is innocent of raping 37 females is probably just one of them. Still, theres no better space to divert attention from that by announcing that your new album has its third brand-new claim 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 tale of So Help Me God/ Swish/ Waves/ The Life of Pablo?