Not going to Yeezus
Today is December 6th, 2013 and tonight I will not be attending the Kanye West Yeezus tour at the American Airlines Center in Dallas, Texas due to inclimate weather conditions on the freeway that takes one from Austin, Texas to Dallas, Texas.
As it turns out, there is no god. Instead of turning up in a box, posting instagrams with the caption “This that prom shit” I’m going to be at an ugly sweater party, which turns out to be the exact opposite of the Yeezus tour.
I consider, like most other worthy opinion-havers, Yeezus to be the best album of the year. This concert was to be my final hurrah in the state of Texas before I venture off to states with more income tax. It was to be a wild night. I had spent the last two weeks catching up on all eight 45-minute Kanye interviews/soliloquies and I had emptied my iPhone storage so I could could record his rant aka VISIONARY STREAM OF CONSCIOUSNESS. I was even going to buy a tour t-shirt, which is something I haven’t done since the Death Cab For Cutie “Plans” tour.
And it’s not even about Yeezus. It’s the entire body of work. I’m still not even close to “over” Mercy and Clique or the fantastic verse on Diamonds by Rihanna. It was to be a turn up of all turn ups. I could’ve been dutty whinin around 15,208 other jamaicans but instead I’ll be at an ugly sweater party where people will get mad at me for playing “Hold My Liquor” on repeat.