“What I want to say to you can’t be said in one night,” he said.
It may have been the secondhand smoke, but those words resonated with me.
“The Life of Pablo” dropped on Feb. 14, during an intense period of my life. I was failing all of my classes, struggling with friendships, going through a breakup and experiencing anxiety, depression and insomnia in full-swing. At that point, I was already listening to Kanye West on repeat.
So, naturally, “The Life of Pablo” took over my life. I listened to it walking to class as a reward for going. I listened at work, so I could get through it without losing it.
And, on Monday, that’s why my friends and I drove six hours to Atlanta.
It’s hard to describe how it felt to see Kanye West standing in the middle of an arena, suspended on a floating stage above a mass of fans so enthusiastic about his music that they were willing to brave a force of human bodies to be near him.
I think that some people are meant to perform, and Kanye West is definitely one of them. It takes a person with talent and vision to plan a stage design that is so unique and so perfectly matching with the mood of the album.
And from the hours that we spent listening to both his new material and his older hits like “Stronger,” it’s clear that he puts in so much work because of his passion — he loves what he does, and he loves his life.