The Music Idea: My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy (or, a letter to Mr. West)

Oh Kanye, I'm so glad that you take the time to make music when you're not making a d-bag of yourself in the public scene. Your music (like your ego), is polarizing (I know for a fact that Clara really doesn't like your stuff), but even though I've never thought too highly of you in the past, I've decided to accept you for who you are because of your latest album, My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy.

Now, normally I like to think of myself as a nice person who condones nice person things and nice people who follow nice person goals, but your latest album has made me appreciate your abrasive ways with (almost) every song. With this album, you have surrounded the quintessence of Kanye with a chrysalis and given it time to mature, utilizing your media stunts of the past few years as silk. Like a fine wine, your douchebaggery has aged from a pungent, unappreciable state to a refined elixir that bathes every piece of your work in an eccentric, pseudo-satire, forcing a constant “Oh Kanye, you so crazy.”

I can't tell if this is intentional. Maybe you're a genius (for all I know, everything you've said so far could have been for this album), or maybe you're just an eccentric musician with too much time on his hands. Is POWER nothing but a constant stream of braggadocio, or is it a commentary on the socioeconomic status of the United States (and the world for that matter)? Is it both? I have no idea, and I'm fine with that. What I do know, though, is that your latest album has (almost exclusively) been playing on my iPod since its release. While I'm not sure whether I should think of your work as that of a power-crazed madman or spawned of a brilliant manipulator of the public eye, I see its merit nonetheless, and hope that my readers will take my suggestion and give your album a chance.

Keep doing what you're doing- whatever it may be.

Regards,

Max