In a recent NYT times article, Jon Caramanica wrote, “Mr. West speaks until he is done, and only then does someone ask another question.” Nothing speaks more to that point than his fifth album, My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy. Just look at the length of the songs: 6:38, 7:50, 9:08? When Kanye West is cornered, pressured, interrupted, or drunk he says some pretty stupid and embarrassing shit. But if you give him space and time, he’ll be careful. Most of the time we’re frustrated and bored by nuance and carefulness, but West’s self-conception will inflate to fill the space of its container, and the more it grows the more we’re willing to listen.