I'm embarassed to say, as entrenched in the music industry as I am, even though the name Kenye West sounds familar to me, I wouldn't know one of his songs, cd's, videos, or he himself, even if he walked up and bitch-slapped my mama. In my world is is less significant than a mosquito.
You guys can say what you want about Kenya Jackass. I'm glad to see everyone on the same page for a change. But that jackass couldn't have bought publicity like this with all the tea in China.
After reading your delightful posts and getting to know a bit more about this jackass I have come to the conclusion that with a little luck, sh** will do for brains. He has shown himself to me to be a semi-talented, run-of-the-mill-hip-hop-wannabe, alcohol addict and a mere product of today's plastic pop-culture. A result of brilliant marketing perhaps. But I can't see any clothes on this emperor. I don't buy the hype. He is STILL insignificant to me. (Not much different than the Elvis story, just a bit more ghetto-fied.)
In short, he is a retard pawn, being sculpted into some hippy-hoppy, psuedo-magazine-stand pop icon and I just don't buy the BS. Don't piss in my hair and tell me it's raining. K. West is only a celebrity because gullible and stupid people bought into the smoke and mirrors and let it happen. Whatever. A fool and his money shall soon part.
You ain't nothin' but a hound dog baby.