Despite all the controversy, and the different album covers, the good folks at PostBourgie remind us that if we concentrate too much on the singer’s antics, we’ll completely miss out on his genius. In just the past few days, major psychological profiles have appeared in New York Magazine and the New York Times, all in an attempt to understand West’s tortured genius. For Sara Libby, that’s besides the point:
Anyone, the Times included, who remains transfixed by West’s boorish, immature, behavior sure hasn’t been listening closely: In his music, West is always the first person to admit his failings. He even predicted the whole Taylor Swift flap a full four years before it happened, in “Diamonds from Sierra Leone,” when he rapped: “I was sick about awards/Couldn’t nobody cure me, Only player that got robbed but kept all his jewelry … What more can you ask for?/ The international assholes, who complains about what he is owed/ And throw a tantrum like he is 3 years old/ You gotta love it though, somebody still speaks from his soul.” (He doesn’t stop on Fantasy, either, most notably in the brilliantly self-aware “Runaway,” where he admits: “Let’s have a toast for the douche bags, let’s have a toast for the assholes … You’ve been putting up with my shit just way too long.”)
Since West acknowledges his mistakes endlessly in his work, the fact that he keeps making them is unremarkable. His music, though, is another story — it’s as consistently thoughtful and surprising as his behavior is erratic.
Read more of Sara Libby’s take at PostBourgie.