“He rang me up and said, ‘The good news is, I have actually finished before my deadline’ — which is an unusual call to get from an author,” Mr. Thomas said. “And then he said, ‘The bad news is, you’ll be publishing it posthumously.’”
i always pull this one out when love is on the rocks. some oban, some smoke, my heart for an ashtray, etc. etc…. just kidding, or maybe not, I’m not sure who my audience is at the moment, I’m good with whatever earnest ironic sincerity you playing with today…but yo, you know how people put their “game face” on? snap the lapels, pop the cuffs, pucker the lips while checking for hotness in the mirror? ready for war, ready to win. well, “is this the end?” is like entering that zone instantly for me. like if I were Bruce Wayne speeding to the Bat Cave to change, pull out my get-busy tools, this song would play while running to the cave, while getting dressed, as I got in the car, and while driving looking for the crime scene. ok, not really. I probably wouldn’t settle for that sort of life. or that sort of paragraph? it will never be a good joke, but I am training myself to be that sort of romantic type of person. after some consideration I’ve decided I should like what I just said about myself to be true. someday, some party, is this the end will come on as a slow jam at the end of the night, people will be like, wait-whaa?, and i’ll be like, teehee, this is my joint, this is my batman theme music. and people will look at me blankly, askance, maybe a dash of smug, but the sincerity will be felt in the subtext and I’ll be thinking of this one vivid memory of a girl, michelle mercado, who didn’t check the correct boxes on my love note in the 3rd grade and this song accidentally became my soundtrack for … i don’t know how long, maybe it’s still playing. maybe it’s never stopped. is this the end?
mama told me one day it was gonna happen but she never told me when she told me it would happen when i was much older wish it would have happened then is this the end?
Sooooo, “Yeezy Season” lasted what? A week? A month? I think whether or not you like the dark industrial prog-trap aesthetics of Kanye’s music *jack-off motion*, and/or his “militant” racial politics *jack-off motion*, and/or radically tumesced strain of american misogyny *BIG jack-off motion*, one must marvel at the speed of our pretty internet-media hype machine’s ability to turn Yeezus from fresh tasty “cultural vegetables” into compost. Ahhh, I remember those Yeezus Fever days of last week so well. Were we ever so young, dark and delirious? Don’t answer that question mark. First take this Culturally Biased SAT: Yeezus Edition.
You should answer the series of questions as quickly as you can, without fear or hesitation, and without blinking your eyes.
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"I think what Kanye West is going to mean is something similar to what Steve Jobs means."
1.) Kanye West : Steve Jobs :: Yeezus : ______
a. the iPad b. the iPhone 3G c. Siri d. Ashton Kutcher e. Samsung Galaxy s4
“If you don’t make Christmas presents, don’t talk to me.”
2.)Yeezus : Christmas presents ::
a. suicide note : father’s day card b. acid rain : sprinklers c. bleach : vodka shots (or mouthwash?) d. the internet : parents e. rape joke : wedding proposal
3.) The philosophy of Yeezus is most in line with which philosopher:
a. Yietzsche (“I am a god”) b. Yeidegger (“fuck every question you asking”) c. Yeezocrates (Can I hold my liquor?) d. Yeetgenstein (“I be speaking swaghili”) e. Schopenyeezy (When a real n hold you down, you’re supposed to drown”)
I strenuously enjoy this final 1:25 or so of “new slaves” on yeezus. this feels like the gooey center of pop-hip hop’s sweet spot right here. some echoes of old school going-to-church kanye. also reminds me sensibility-wise of this grizzly bear loop, and that part in temecula sunrise, amongst other somesuch…
NOAH, PLEASE JUST CALL ME. I’M SORRY FOR WHAT I SAID ABOUT MARGOT AT THE WEDDING. BUT WE NEED TO TALK. YOU KNOW IT, I KNOW IT. DON’T FORGET I WAS CLASS PREZ AT CHOATE, GRAD SPEAKER AT POMFRET. I KNOW ALL THE THINGS WE NEED TO KNOW. WINK WINK. ALSO I THINK MY TWELVE YEAR OLD CLASS PREZ CAMPAIGN SPEECH SHOULD BE IN THE NEXT WES ANDERSON MOVIE OR, IF NOT NEXT BUT WHENEVER HE DOES ONE ON CHILD/KIDDY INTERRACIAL RELATIONSHIPS AT A SLEEPAWAY CAMP? (BUT TWEE, DON’T WORRY), I MEAN I KNOW I KNOW THAT MIGHT TAKE A LITTLE MORE TO BE FINAL-FINAL GREENLIGHT, BUT LET’S DO THIS WITH YOU AND ME SOON. I’M READY TO GO NOW. NO MORE HEM HAW. WE’LL JUST SLAM IT OUT. ONLY THING IS I MIGHT NEED TO SEE GG BOOBIES? I MEAN, WE CAN TALK ABOUT THAT LATER WHATEVER. (BUT LIKE WE NEED SOME FRICTION RIGHT?) ALSO MAYBE I CAN TALK TO ARMOND WHITE FOR YOU, WE SPEAK THE SAME LANGUAGE WINK WINK. SORRY TO WINK TWICE IN ONE CONVERSATION,THATS EW NASTY. PLUS REALLY ITS FOUR TIMES ALPHA TYPOGRAPHICALLY BUT UHM UGH OK SO MAYBE US HANG OUT A BIT SOON BIIIIiiiiiyeeeee…
ok, wait, fffff, nevermind that, what I meant to say is I haven’t seen the movie yet, but this Frances Ha review distills the essential components of baumbachian privilege to be “educated, art-minded, and white” which hunh, hmmm? …it’s inexact phrasing, but I wonder if he’s on to something. it leaves me sort of hoping for Baumbach + color. what if jack black from margot at the wedding was craig robinson? what if craig was like, NOAH, PUT ME IN THE HAMPTONS, MAKE ME A STAR. and did a nice little song on his keyboard. with reggie watts poppin’ out the bushes? aww sooky sooky now. would that totally decimate your vision, dahling? ok. sorry about this, btw.