kanye west

Runaway (2010)

Top ten lists are the opposite of everything I love about music. But for what it’s worth, this is the track released this year that I’ve listened to the most times on iTunes. The expletives edited out (for reasons beyond my control) here are: “assholes”, “douchebags”, “putting up with my shit just way too long” and “sent this bitch a picture of my dick.” Nice. Read the rest of this entry »

Fuck your coloring book!

I’ve said it before, but I don’t mind saying it again. I would do anything to be friends with Kanye West. The guy is (in the best way possible) completely and utterly insane… and he wants the whole world to know it.

If you haven’t seen it already, his latest all-caps, stream of consciousness online hissy fit (culminating in that surprise denunciation of colouring books) is really a hoot: Read the rest of this entry »

This is Funny

Is every single thing Kanye West does inadvertently funny, or what? Man, I wish he was my friend.

NEW ADVENTURES IN BABYSITTING (CONTD.)

I’ve been minding my niece Lola the last few mornings. When I volunteered to do this, before she was born, I envisaged a small child sleeping contentedly in a cot, or playing with a toy, while I worked away quietly at my desk. It would be fair to say that I knew fuck all about babies at that point.

I’m a little wiser now. Read the rest of this entry »

“WILL YOU HAVE A DRINK THERE, KANYE?”

Our friend Sean is a recently qualified doctor. He’s a quiet, unassuming chap but, this afternoon, he’s copping an unusual amount of flack. The lads aren’t too impressed with the expensive watch he’s wearing.

“Flash bastard,” is Dec’s verdict.

“Ballyhaunis’s King of Bling,” reckons Brendan. Read the rest of this entry »

PRESIDENTIAL CONFIDENTIAL

Two American presidents caught talking off the record this evening. What George W. Bush really thinks about John McCain, Hillary Clinton and Sarah Palin here. What Barack Obama really thinks of Kanye West here. And how Bill Clinton wanted Al Gore to make Hillary his 2000 running mate here.

CAN’T TELL ME NOTHING (2007)

Babysitting my three month old niece Lola today. We went for a walk to Kilmainham Hospital and sat down and I sang her songs from my iPhone. Her favourites? Bob Marley’s Three Little Birds, The Kinks’ Lola (obviously, although if she grows up to be a promiscuous, transvestite man I may have to accept some of the responsibility), Danny Kaye’s Inchworm, and the Velvet Underground’s I’m Sticking With You.

She absolutely hates Kanye West and cried every time I put him on. But her favourite song by a country mile (as I was later to discover)? Read the rest of this entry »

WORST BLOG POST EVER

I’m coming late to the debate ignited by this excellent post on Jim Carroll’s blog (which was itself partially inspired by this commendably honest piece Johnnie Craig posted back in April.) The question being argued, basically, is whether Irish bands get soft treatment at the hands of Irish music critics. The answer, as any honest critic will tell you, is that of course they do. To argue otherwise would be utterly disingenuous. Read the rest of this entry »