At a certain point, you've been following an artist so long that you gain the ability to put the blinders on and focus on the little victories that come down the pike. It's like family almost. When anything good happens, it's hard to be cynical the way you might be with someone you have no connection to.
It's been an awful year to be a Kanye West fan. Just terrible. And yet it hasn't because I've heard several Kanye-produced albums this year that were very good. The talent is there. So I go to Tyler's festival Flog Gnaw last weekend looking for something, anything to redeem 2018 for him.
Kanye and Cudi were far from perfect that night and most certainly not in mid-tour form. We're talking about two men who hardly ever play live anymore as they publicly grapple with mental illness and separate hospitalizations. But that context gives their wide smiles and dark lyrical content so much heft.
Context (and that amazing crowd) takes a song like Ghost Town, which has the form of a life-affirming anthem on the studio version without actually feeling especially joyous, and turns it into an actual triumph. A similar miracle happened to i by Kendrick when it transitioned from its single arrangement to the version on TPAB.
On a personal level, Ghost Town (both on Ye and Kids See Ghosts) resonates with me as someone who has battled depersonalization disorder for years - the concept of being "freed" from anxiety through sheer numbness. I don't think that's what the song is about, but that's what it speaks to. Freedom through the subtraction of one omnipresent weight.
So yeah, I got a lot out of that. It's the last performance I'll see live before my daughter is born and it seems like a fitting cap for an extended period of my life that will inevitably end and be replaced with something else. Hopefully something better.