First things first: This is not another commentary piece on the curiosities of Kanye West's life, but an honest opinion about his new album, Jesus Is King. I'm sure there are people who're better equipped to write about what Kanye's been up to lately, so that's not what I'm trying to do. But of course, Kanye is such a big character, that, maybe by design, it sometimes get's impossible to completely distinguish between his person and his artistic creations. So, full disclosure: I've been a Kanye fan for quite some time now. Maybe not the biggest fan, but I appreciate his musical talent, his unique character and the way he always tries to push boundaries.
It's the year 2019, the country is gearing up for the most important election of a lifetime, and more than 20 candidates, most of which are polling at about 1-2% percent, still believe that they are the only one equipped to do the job.
1973 – Kingston, Jamaica. While the world was watching Big George Foreman knocking the hell out of Smokin Joe Frazier, just a few miles away, Stalag 17, one of the most legendary records in history, was put together. (Alright, I don't know if it was actually the same exact time, but it was the same year and the same city — you get the picture.)