An Ultralight Dream: A Review of Kanye’s Saint Pablo Tour

Editor’s Note: This article was originally published in the Talisman.

It is written by David Hormell and Hannah Good. 

I love you like Kanye loves Kanye

“F— the Pope,” Kanye West muttered, after proclaiming that he had sold more merchandise than the head of the Catholic Church near the latter end of his two-hour, 31-song set at Nashville’s Bridgestone Arena.

Well, I thought. He has a point.

After all, this is Yeezy’s world, and we’re just living in it.

Call it arrogance or blasphemy, but one cannot accurately call it a lie. Because indeed, he had.