I like Kanye West, or a Rant Worthy of the Sway Meltdown

by jonnahzkennedy

*Note: I get a little crazy towards the end, this wasn’t intended to become a rant about my generational agnst, but I guess eventually you start realizing things that you just have to let out. Enjoy.

“He’s an uneducated, egotistical, cunt, talentless, trashy, unstylish, unfashionable, pissy, petty, prissy, ugly, cock sucking, idiotnigger, douchebag and I hope he dies a slow, painful, cancerific death; UGH! I absolutely hate Kanye West.”

The crowd cheers, applause all around, pumping fists and hollering, whooping. I stand in the back, but I muster my strength and stride to the front.

I raise my hand at this public service announcement–“Um, sorry, excuse me: I like Kanye.”

“You ignorant fuck. GTFO”

–Said the Internet.

Yes: I like Kanye West. Every news article about him doing something dickish, there are 100K comments talking about how much they hate him, how he’s talentless, how he’s just a waste of space, etc., etc. I’m sure many of you are some of those people who write those comments, are just as negative as he’s perceived to be. I’m not claiming that Kanye West isn’t actually a dick, I’ve never met the guy, all I’m basing my opinion on is the fact that I enjoy his music and think he’s not that bad of a guy, honestly: I’m sure many people are ten times worse than Kanye, the only difference is that they’re not famous. I do think that it’s true that everyone loves to hate Kanye simply because we all really need someone to hate: I hate fanfiction, I hate the people who write it, who advocate it, and the people who eventually publish it because it was popular amongst dunces. And I’m not saying that Cormac McCarthy, Stephen King, Harper Lee, Chuck Palahniuk, Bret Easton Ellis, or many others are very much better than E.L. James, Stephanie Meyer (yes, Twilight is actually a total ripoff of Rosemary’s Baby by Ira Levin, or maybe the movie; I doubt Meyer has that good of taste in literature, this apparent by her writing. Look, another person we all love to hate!), Anna Todd, and other writers of fanfiction, but, well…they are. Lots of people hate the presidents just because they’re the president and aren’t listening at all to their needs to open a mayonnaise jar and butter their bread and flip their burgers.

We all have someone that we vehemently hate, I think it’s fine, but I think that a) when you do hate someone, you need to have a real, valid point for hating them and b) you need to be able to consider both sides. Saying that just because someone likes a certain artist who you’ve found no meaning in, doesn’t really give you the right to say that they’re an ignorant fuck who doesn’t know good music. I like classical music, which apparently you listen to all the time because you’re so cultured, but I prefer the sounds and beats of rap more; I can tolerate rock, actually, I do like rock, I just happen to like X genre more and I’ll listen to them on a daily basis. Because people seem to be all pretentious pricks about music, if they don’t listen to your music, apparently their wrong. I think that it’s important to acknowledge the shortcomings and the gains of your artists, your music that you listen to as well as, again, seeing why someone might find one type of music very interesting over another. Kanye West, and we all know this, has one 21 Grammy’s for a reason; 4 out of his 6 albums are pretty tight (as they say), I especially enjoyed Yeezus.

I can admit that, honestly 808s wasn’t that good, and I can admit that while My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy was a great album, it doesn’t have as much replay value as Graduation, College Dropout, Late Registration, all three of which spawned classics–and you can’t deny that, even though Ye samples a lot of songs, that they are not classics; they’re classics for this generation, this era of music, and, honestly, I do believe that they will be listened to twenty, thirty, maybe even forty years down the line. We live in a world, I in a generation, where everything is rapidly changing, and it’s hard to fathom what might be a classic and what might not be a classic in fifty years. Music and entertainment has taken some of the largest leaps they have ever seen; the populace is actually smarter, no longer do we want sappy stories, we know all the old cliches; give us something new. People always say do it yourself, and they also say that my generation is one of the laziest ever, but you just haven’t seen what we have to offer yet. In ten years, tops, you’ll be biting your tongue, you lips, and shooting yourself brain dead because you just won’t accept the fact that we’re pretty damn dope.

When I’m thirty and have written some of the best books of my generation, you’ll still be shaking your head no–this can’t be possible that, kids who grew up listening to what has been coined trash music could produce music that was so moving, create films that were genius, write books and novels that are comparable to Faulkner, Lee, Joyce, Hemingway and Steinbeck. We are redefining what it means to be someone everyday, and we are one of the most passionate generations thus far. We have the technology, the resources, and the true knowledge and energy to achieve those things that we dream about as children. Every generation had the tools to become what they wanted, it’s just a matter of how they used it. It may not seem like we’ve used our tools very well just yet, but just wait. I sit in class with people who I’ll be competing against in ten or fifteen, maybe even as early as five years, for whose most influential. Yes, we are raised by the internet, yes we have a greater disconnect with our parents, yes we can be pretentious assholes who talk too much and seemingly don’t do enough, but I think that it’s warranted.