So Kanye’s Back On Everybody’s Good Side Again?
The great thing about going to another part of the world is that, for the time being, you completely forget about the things that made you want to leave your homestead in the first place. The deafening noise you hear from the city, pollution so thick you can’t even remember the last time you saw the stars in the sky and getting that peace of mind you’ve so desperately wanted, if only for a short while.
Going to Mexico was both mind-numbingly relaxing and bittersweet. On one hand, it was weirdly great to not have to deal with work and its supplementary fuckery. I spent nearly a week in a different country where I got more attention for my hair (I even got asked “¿Puedo tocar el pelo?” once) than for my profession, and it actually felt pretty damn good. Catching a nice case of food poisoning, however, was not. I blame the combination of the Mexican exchange rate being so piss-poor low that even their inflated prices are about as equal to New York’s normal prices and the fact I OD’d on way too many churros while there. Still the best damn churros I ever had, though.
On the flip returning back to the States was almost like a rude awakening, as before I could even set down my luggage my phone and email went off with a bunch of talk about Kanye’s grand return to MTV’s good graces – again – with his performance of “Runaway,” which occurred after his onetime, media-fabricated “beef” with Taylor Swift’s own West-inspired set, reminding me that the bullshit will forever remain even after you ditch it.
For all the interviews about, comments made on and multiple apologies for his actions, what folks don’t seem to realize is that it was the media that made Kanye West of all people some kind of warmongering super-villain to Taylor’s dainty, “America’s Apple Pie”-esque damsel in distress after his infamous stage-crashing, and that the situation really wasn’t as awful as MTV – clearly the true winner of the shit – made it out to be.
Since then, Kanye’s been on some mission to become the most well-liked rapper of all time (OF ALL TIME!), dropping new songs every Friday, being a chatterbox on social networking sites he used to loathe and the like. While this is an admirable thing he’s doing, I honestly liked Kanye when he was an asshole more. I don’t have an issue with this “new leaf” he’s turned, as it’s on the surface appears to be genuine (if not quasi-forced by the label), but I preferred when he was rap’s Floyd Mayweather instead: a multi-talented threat whose spotless record was only supplanted by his own brash, arrogant nature. It was one part rap and three parts that Dos Equis, “The Most Interesting Man In The World” guy, and it was wholly entertaining.
I’m not complaining at all, though. This new leaf Kanye’s turned has provided excellent fodder for my iPod, and it’s actually gotten me gassed up for his next album to prematurely leak. Maybe by the next time I take a trip out of the United States again, DJ Premier would have had a media-influenced fake bitchfits and will try to redeem himself by dropping free songs as well. A Stan can only dream.