Ani Vrabel on Kanye West’s “Runaway” (from My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy, 2010)
(iTunes, Rdio, Spotify)It has been a year of four ZIP codes in three cities, nine different roommates, six months of storing clothes in a suitcase, and more than 200 nights spent on an inflatable bed. It’s been a year of feeling temporary, discovering new neighborhoods, and cramming my belongings into plastic stacking drawers that become a makeshift dresser in unfurnished sublets.
It has also been a year of Kanye West.
Read about why in Unbest, which (!) the New York Times was nice enough to include on its list of “The Top 10 Top 10 Lists of 2011.”
Listening. Reviewing. Happy.
No, it wasn’t even announced seventeen days ago.
Seventeen. Days.
I really liked talking to him.
I did not go to the Chuck Klosterman reading.
I was at a bar hanging out with the St. Pauli Girl instead.
I don’t care that my first story for esquire.com was about hot dogs. I geeked out nonetheless.
Feature-writing time!
A lovely album.
(Plus, it feels good to be writing about music and for Paste again!)
(by Citrushearts)
If the weather is good, I’m going to take a bike out on Saturday afternoon and give this learning-to-ride thing a fair shot. (I’ve been putting it off for weeks, but I’ve got a deadline looming, and nothing kicks me into gear — is this an inadvertent bike pun? I don’t even know — like a deadline.) I went to my friend’s apartment last night to see if her bike was a decent fit for me. I almost fell over. The kickstand was down.
I actually just added Band-Aids to my CVS shopping list.
