It's good. Real good. That's about the extent of a music review you'll get from me. Go listen to the album if you want to know more. Now, let's talk about Kanye West. He's fucking nuts. But you already knew that, so let me tell you something else about Mr. West, something I'm surprised isn't mentioned more: He has a drinking problem. Or as some of us more sensitive to the issue would prefer to say, a drinking "conundrum." And this is coming from a guy who likes the sauce more than the av-er-age bear.
Kanye's behavior, specifically the outburst during the Hurricane Katrina telethon and the Taylor Swift MTV Video Awards Incident, isn't something that a person does because he's a megalomaniacal asshole. His behavior is that of a man who has balls the size of cantaloupes because of Sweet, Sweet Lady Liquor. Sure, Kanye is probably a megalomaniacal asshole too, but I can't stress enough that in those two incidents Kanye is clearly letting the booze do the talking. And booze likes to talk. A lot. About things it probably shouldn't talk about. Scary things.
I did do the requisite googling, which counts as research in the dawning days of the 21st century, and found some stories about Kanye and booze, so this isn't a groundbreaking insight on my part. Kanye even throws in a few "I drink too much" lines in the songs on this album. I wanted to bring this issue to the forefront because so many people readily paint his actions as those of an insanely rich, out of control lunatic when really he's no different than your average asshole who's had two pitchers of margaritas too many at the karaoke club on a Saturday night. Kanye just gets to do his embarrassing drunk dance in front of millions of people. While wearing a snakeskin suit, shutter shades, and terrifying Taylor Swift.
In conclusion -
That'll do, internet. That'll do.
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