September 27, 2005
FAST MORNING THINKING BETWEEN DROP-OFFS
You know we think the album is strong, because we can forgive long and occasionally wrong in the face of counterbalancing kick-assness. (Wish I had talked more about "Roses," which, like Kevin Costner's Message In A Bottle, is corn better than the more restrained versions of pain it describes.) The TV moment? If you think it wasn't balls-out brave, you're simply overexposed to Kanye—it was a balls-out No, definitely un-focus grouped and probably made somebody at Universal want to jump out of the window. (Yay.) And now, Kanye is the internet meme of the year, maybe, his fifteen Warhol minutes timestretched into a chopped and screwed loop of refusal and rejection. You can say the motherfucker is annoying and confused, but you can't say he isn't major. Not anymore. I think—perish the old-fashioned thought—the best thing about him is how uncalculated his good and bad ideas are.
Tying the tin cans of Bush's racism to the getaway Caddy of Bush's corporate wedding? Shows you that—I'll put in the link later—dipshits who wanna dismiss hip-hop as bloviation simply can't see the fire, or the water.
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