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Below is an excerpt from my submission "#TeamYeezy."
The Today Show interview is analogous to the problem that the haters (as identified by President Bush) have with Kanye. When ODB stormed the Grammy stage, he didn’t receive nearly as much backlash as ‘Ye. But Dirty got his own microphone. Yeezy is well known for his unadulterated dismay at being overlooked for awards, because he knows he’s the most deserving. There’s no denying his musical genius. Claire Tomko, a hilarious writer outta my clan, believes Kanye is the voice of her generation. “Kanye West is the only artist who deserves to have a big ego,” she said, “He’s Kanye fucking West.” It wasn’t even narcissism because Kanye was speaking on behalf of another artist. The problem with the VMA stunt was that he snatched the microphone away from lily-white Taylor Swift to extoll the virtue of his friend and Big Homey’s babymama Beyoncé. Entertainment anchors gleefully speculated that Kanye was racist himself.
It’s not that Kanye doesn’t appreciate white culture. Musically, I was raised with one foot in hip-hop and the other in heavy metal. When I was listening to My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy, the song “Hell of a Life,” came on. The opening melody is electronic, but sounds like a guitar being played with a lot of distortion. I was immediately reminded of the way Black Sabbath opened many of their songs. No sooner had I finished the thought than the chorus of the song mimics Ozzy Osbourne’s singing style from Iron Man. White culture doesn’t get much whiter than Black Sabbath and Beavis & Butt-head’s signature song.
Matt Lauer, with his embarrassing hairline and milquetoast quasi-journalist demeanor, sought only to chastise Kanye during that interview as if he was speaking to an unruly thirteen year-old and not the most significant hip-hop artist still making records that captures and keeps the attention of America all the way up to its Presidents. An atypically reserved Kanye attempted to carefully phrase his answers with contrition and nuance. Lauer continuously interrupts, restating Kanye’s answers in a manner that both reduces their substance and better fits the soft-spoken narrative he was attempting to weave. Lauer didn’t want to hear Kanye’s side of the story; he wanted America to sit in judgment of Kanye with Lauer’s smugness as the proxy. Yeezy wasn’t having that shit from that glib motherfucker.