I obsessed over his work in the Roc-A-Fella production canon, marveled at his contributions to Talib Kweli's Quality, and delighted every time I came across a beat of his in the wild.
His beats on Jay-Z's The Blueprint immediately caught my ear, not unlike how Just Blaze's did on the same album. And while I could spend the next several paragraphs railing against his lazy, grift-based, conspiratorial alignment with quasi-conservativism and Christian hucksterism, I'd rather focus on that song.īut before I do, I should emphasize that I was an early adopter of Kanye's work, about as close to a day-one as I've ever been with a hip-hop superstar (save for maybe Bad Bunny). Disappointment, dismay, and even disgust have since become inevitabilities in my decades-long connection to him as a listener and music critic. The first time Kanye West lost me was "Love Lockdown." It would happen multiple times over the next decade or so, with increasing frequency and velocity, up to and through his gladhanding of Donald Trump.
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