kanyeezy

I needed this.

Headphones on listening to Kanyeezy's "Coldest Winter" on repeat.

Graduation was a masterpiece of Hip Hop Pop. This is a masterpiece of transcendent metapop caliber. This album is not Michael Jackson phenomenal. This IS Kanye West.

This is the new. This is Eno Hip Hop. This is Prog Hip Hop. This is headphone revelation. And it's not because of Kanye's vocal range. But it is, in the real sense. You can call it the Pink Floyding of the human aspect. The voice, what is it? Is it Michael Jackson and soaring pipes? Is it American Idol finalists? Or is it one's true voice calling out?

This is cyborg. This is the eternal bind and the inevitable fusion to technology. Technology is the enabler, but we have the great vision. We're both the end and mean, tech only a consummated mean at best.

This is music. It's not a birdlike voice. It's the vision entire of the mind behind its conception. This is Kanye's vision. It's not a beat delivered, song lyrics scribbled and passed on, it's you, your voice, and all the shortcomings that come with you, vocally or otherwise. And obviously, there's still plenty of coming-of-ages to be had.

"Welcome To Heartbreak" and "Coldest Winter" are the gems. Like silk. "Say You Will" is solid, but overextended. "Paranoid" can funk. "RoboCop" is playin. "Street Lights" is a finely anthemic. "See You in my Knightmares" is Kanyeezy and Weezy, two of the brightest.

I'm using "Coldest Winter" as a trailer version for Photosynthesis.

My new remix: finding ambidextrous vision.