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After his infamous ruining of Taylor Swift’s acceptance speech, Kanye West disappeared. I am so glad that he did. I can’t totally speculate what went through the man’s head during his self-imposed absence from the public’s eye, but I think that he realized that he was dealing with it wrong. I think he had one of those moments where you figure yourself out and know what to do—even if for just a little while.
Andy here done did something interesting. Thinking about it, I’m not sure how original an idea it is, but I can’t think of seeing it anywhere else, so maybe it is. Self-contradiction aside, they are really interesting images to look at. A crappy jpeg makes me want to puke on my keyboard, yet these paintings of seemingly crappy jpegs make me want to hang them on a wall and sit back in admiration because of all the texture and subtlety in colors. Touché, Andy.
In the last few weeks, I’ve learned that people are listening to my mixtapes from all over. From Brooklyn to Barcelona. For reals. For really reals. Of course, this newfound self-perceived fame has had its effect. You can now call me King Cox—or for short, KC and JoJo—if only because All My Life is one of the greatest American songs ever written for sixth graders to get through a slow dance and are terrified of girls because I don’t know what to do and I get all fidgety and my palms get all sweaty and oh my gosh does she notice how sweaty they are I really hope she doesn’t.
Everything I’ve ever needed to know I learned early in life by watching Sesame Street and later in life by selling crack rocks to children. To remind everyone how fresh to death Sesame Street is, here is a video of Grover spoofing one of the incredible Old Spice commercials.