Kanye West tweeted for 4 hours straight yesterday, where he filled us in on everything that’s happened in his life ever and solved all the first-world problems. The man has 1,578 tweets, and I’m pretty sure half of them happened within the last 12 hours. GENIUS. He is a GENIUS.
The best part of it all was Joel McHale’s reply, which in itself is enough proof that Community should be on TV for forever and always.
Drake, I really like you.
Your voice is smooth like a baby butt and you’ve got swag coming out your ass. Your last album was original because it was super confessional, totally self-centered and a little bit whiny. In 2010, you singlehandedly stopped my folk-only rule and reminded me how much I long for urban cred in a non-ironic way.
You overcame the odds by getting out of that wheelchair and using the curb of Degrassi street (so close to my house) to hoist yourself into the driver’s seat of some nondescript SUV where you drove to Atlanta and had sex with a lot of nameless girls. You’re a self-made man with style and maybe a couple of STIs and illegitimate babies.
And I like your new album. It’s 90s R&B cheese with an italian edge. Does that make sense? No. But that’s how it makes me feel. And it makes me feel good.
What bothers me are the little things that hint you’ve changed. These little things aren’t experimentation, but a solid sign of ideological changes. You’re throwing out your image of only cool Canadian, ever, who talks a lot about his feelings to become that guy who makes the same grunting noise as Kanye West, tries to copy Lil Wayne’s oily, creepy drawl while adopting a Caribbean accent. It’s only kind of cool, but it’s also totally weird.
Be Drake again.
