Garbage bag pants, check. Garbage bag top, check. Heavy duty rubber gloves, check. Is he doing cleanup after the show?
Chinese fans are unhappy. Apparently this imbecile did a show on the weekend and people didn’t like it. He showed up late, supposedly lip synched 80% of the time, and there were many technical problems which degraded the whole experience, as if it wasn’t degrading enough in the first place just being there. “In a statement released late Saturday on China’s X-like platform Sina Weibo, event promoter StellarAmberGroup expressed regret that key stage visuals and smoke effects could not be executed as planned, saying the weather conditions impacted the delivery of the show’s core production elements.”
“Glimpses of collective creation across language and jet lag.”
Why anyone would want to be there in the first place is beyond me, but that’s the power of marketing. The people who own the music business have decreed that rap music is cool, and therefore you must consume it. Rap music isn’t cool, it’s mostly unintelligible garbage, but then I have ears that work, and am not swayed by what a bunch of record company weasels have decided what I should listen to. The Chinese people are obviously starved for unmusicial, monontonous, babble set to a tedious beat. Where’s the Cultural Revolutionary Red Army when you need them?
The outright winner of the title of Worlds’ Biggest Dag, Kayne West.
The whole Kayne West thing I don’t understand at all. This individual seems to be mightily confused about everything. One minute he’s praising Hitler and selling T Shirts with Swastikas on them and the next minute he is pimping out his wife like some kind of cheap hooker by parading her around semi naked. Why doesn’t he walk around semi naked as well? Nobody wants to see it of course, but then does anyone want to see Mrs West with her clothes off all day long? His “fashion” is verifiable excrement.
What the fuck is it thinking? Every time this clown appears in public, he’s wearing some kind of ridiculous outfit. Years ago Johnny Topper would make jokes about people wearing garbage bags as fashion statements. This has truly come to pass thanks to Kayne West. But this is the same fellow who was married to the world’s number one exhibitionist, Kim Kardashian, a woman famous for literally being famous, so birds of a feather flock together. Look at me, I look like a grotesque clown. Yes, you do. What do you want, a medal?
Really? The empanada has no clothes.
What makes this whole episode even more bizarre is that the Kayne West show was held in Shanghai, China. Why, I have no idea, but my guess is that he has fallen out of favor with the people who monopolize the live performance industry in the West, and they now refuse to book him. They also don’t like Hitler very much, having been terrorized by him for the last 80 years, so that may have something to do with it. It’s a fucking joke, it’s clown world and everything is fucked up, and I need to talk about something else.
Today’s Melbourne Age has it’s entire opinion section devoted to TDS. Get some help, please.
It’s Monday, I just got back from up north. It was smooth sailing for most of the way. Given that it’s still steenkin’ hot, I don’t think I’ll be having any band rehearsals this week. The global news cycle revolves along. It’s obnoxious in every aspect. A reminder when you’re watching “the News” it’s a demoralization tactic to facilitate your mental breakdown.
The more absurd things appear to be, the more you are encouraged to think of them as normal. It’s like living in a slowly worsening horror show, where unspeakable acts are presented in juxtaposition with some kind of sporting event. If you feel a little off about it all, it’s because they haven’t completely broken you yet. This is a long game they’re playing. Stay strong.
The Chinese don’t need Kayne West