ALBUM REVIEW: KANYE WEST – THE LIFE OF PABLO

Originally published at LYFSTYL Music 

The musician currently known as Kanye West is an asshole. Let’s just get that out of the way right now. I could write for days regarding his assholery, but frankly I’m just happy to have the word “assholery” in my lede, so instead  I will attempt to focus this review on the album now known as Swish, Wavves The Life of Pablo.

The Life of Pablo is the most Kanye album we’ve heard, since, well, Yeezus. But that’s not the banal sentence it seems. After all, having moved on from 2013’s audible meltdown over his pending fatherhood, Kanye seems to have pivoted to an existential point of view, approaching his music with both a cosmic awareness and a comedic lackthereof.

TLoP opens with ‘Utralight Beam’, a gospel-infused melody which is immediately followed by ‘Father Stretch My Hands’ Part 1 and 2. When listening for the first time, you may be liable to think that fatherhood has humbled the soon-to-be-father-of-two, however by the time Kanye’s fourth bar hits we are assured that the same old asshole is still present in the booth. The wrinkle provided, is that this time Kanye seems to at least be worried about feeling like an asshole (his words, not mine):

“NOW IF I FUCK THIS MODEL
AND SHE JUST BLEACHED HER ASSHOLE
AND I GET BLEACH ON MY T-SHIRT
IMMA FEEL LIKE AN ASSHOLE”

It is at this point that it is my obligation to inform you that Kanye tweeted he cried after recording Part 2. This can be parsed in two ways. One is to shelf this tweet alongside the slew of other insane tidbits from Ye, rendering it completely meaningless. The second is to take the tears as genuine, revealing ‘Father Stretch My Hands’ as a confession to Kim, one in which Kanye aches for liberation from marriage:

“MAN I CAN UNDERSTAND HOW IT CAN BE KIND OF HARD TO LOVE A GIRL LIKE ME. I DON’T BLAME YOU MUCH FOR WANTING TO BE FREE. I JUST WANTED YOU TO KNOW.”

By following this logical thread, the opening lines of ‘Famous’, as sung by Rihanna, reveal themselves in a new light. Not only does Kanye continue to recognize his temptation, but later in the track he doubles down on the assholery, declaring:

“I FEEL LIKE ME AND TAYLOR MIGHT STILL HAVE SEX. WHY? I MADE THAT BITCH FAMOUS.”

Singing as the supposed Kim character, Rihanna’s hook continues on, juxtaposing the line “I just wanted you to know,” as a means of connecting the two hooks on a continuous narrative:

“I JUST WANTED YOU TO KNOW
I LOVED YOU BETTER THAN YOUR OWN KIN DID
FROM THE VERY START
I DON’T BLAME YOU MUCH FOR WANTING TO BE FREE”

Having followed Kanye this far down the rabbit hole, the listener is rewarded with a throwback line to Kanye’s early days “Wake up, Mr West! Oh, he’s up!” hinting that Kanye has been indulging in fantasy, one he is aware of, but fails to recognize as out of his reach. While this parsing of tracks two through four on TLoP stretch Kanye’s genius, it at least provides a narrative that makes these songs palatable.

If unable to afford Kanye this creative grace, both parts of ‘Father Stretch My Hands’ merely stand as a convenient means of transition for Kanye. By opening with ‘Ultralight Beam’ (the best song on the album, by the way) Kanye The Human is protected from criticism as he offers up tithes for the lord, slipping out of his Sunday best before unleashing the wrath of Yeezus on Taylor Swift, who deserved it about as much as the beings that didn’t make it on Noah’s Ark.

On TLoP, Kanye offers several sonic moments of beauty to the listener, but they come without remorse. At best, they are offered as pre-payments for the transgressions found on the album, the sum of which outweigh the brief, beautiful moments, much in the same way a rainbow hardly makes up for the destruction of all mankind.

That’s Yeezus for you, though. He presumes to be above the listener, basking on a cloud of infallibility as acolytes defend his every move in the name of cosmic genius.

NEW YORK, NY - FEBRUARY 11: Kanye West performs during Kanye West Yeezy Season 3 on February 11, 2016 in New York City. (Photo by Dimitrios Kambouris/Getty Images for Yeezy Season 3)

NEW YORK, NY – FEBRUARY 11: Kanye West performs during Kanye West Yeezy Season 3 on February 11, 2016 in New York City. (Photo by Dimitrios Kambouris/Getty Images for Yeezy Season 3)

As mentioned above, ‘Ultralight Beam’ is objectively the best song on TLoP, which makes sense given it features the best Chicago rapper on album. Unfortunately for listeners, the closest Kanye comes to rapping like a professional on TLoP is found on ‘Feedback’, where Ye rides a Yeezus-like beat to challenge the listener to “name one genius that ain’t crazy,” which is notable only in the sense that Kanye is inferring he is crazy. We’ve known for many years he thinks of himself as a genius. He might not be wrong.

The Life Of Pablo, however, lacks these patented moments of genius. They are few are far between, like the terminating pages of a choose-your-own-adventure novel, which is the most apt one-line description of the album I have heard thus far. As Mo Topping already pointed out on LYFSTYL, the final track sequencing on The Life Of Pablo seems disjointed, designed to unsettle the listener. The only thing missing is a Chris Brown segway into a Rihanna hook, followed by a boxing pun by Yeezy himself.

Instead, dissonant, waste-of-time throwaways like ‘Lowlights’,‘I Love Kanye’ and ‘Siiiiiiiiilver Surffffeeeeer Intermission’ are evenly dispersed across TLoP, allowing only small pools of flow on an otherwise immense 18-track album. Even ‘No More Parties In LA’ fails to showcase Kendrick Lamar with his usual flow. Instead, King Kunta is hampered by an Easy-E sample that is only slightly less obnoxious than Kayne’s plea for guardrails on Mulholland Drive, all so he can text and drive safely. But that’s hardly the most difficult thing about The Life Of Pablo.

Whether by design or out of pure negligence, Kanye West again seems intent on provoking listeners with his latest album. Rather than release a cohesive body of work, Kanye forces listeners down a hall of mirrors, all of which reflect Yeezus in his own image, not as a musician, but an infallible deity. But that isn’t what I see when I close my eyes and listen to TLoP — I see the distorted image of a man gratifying himself — one hand on his endowment, one hand up his own ass.

And if that seemed like an unsettling mental image to close a Kanye West review with, well, you’re absolutely right. Don’t give me credit for it, though. I’m not a genius, I’m just an asshole.

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Wild West Of Weed: Working at a Vancouver Dispensary

This article first appeared in the Shop Bonsai app.

Marijuana is the most popular recreational drug in Canada. The proliferation of Canadian cannabis is in large part due to successful underground production and distribution networks that have flooded the country for years. As the popularity of marijuana has grown, so too has the tolerance shown by policy-makers and law enforcement officials towards its sale and use, resulting in a positive feedback loop of acceptance.

Today, everyone from organized criminals to craft cannabis business owners are transitioning  to a more legal means of sale, however the marketplace that exists in the meantime is far from perfect. While tolerated in some jurisdictions, the sale of marijuana remains illegal, and this hurdle dictates only those willing to risk a criminal charge are participating in the industry. While this is far from an indictment on the entire industry, it serves as a handy way of explaining the strange business practices and anomalies that occur in an industry yet to fully gain legal recognition.

From the smoker’s perspective, the state of marijuana in Canada has never been better. Marijuana is stronger, safer, and more accessible than ever before. Behind the scenes, however, many in the marijuana industry know customers are still getting a raw deal. Without a regulatory framework in place, there is little-to-no incentive for dispensaries to demonstrate full transparency when it comes to the source and quality of their cannabis-related products. When I first began working as a budtender at one of Vancouver’s oldest dispensaries, I assumed that these were problems that only faced other stores, not my own. As I learned more about the day-to-day operations of a modern day dispensary, I eventually understood that these were not only problems at my local pot store, but they were commonplace throughout the industry.

Dr. Feel Good

I began working in the marijuana industry in the fall of 2016 at a dispensary that branded itself as a medical facility. I personally had received a membership a year earlier due to a medical prescription I had “that could be reasonable replaced with marijuana” and that was enough to meet the store’s “medical” requirement. While I was enthused to have found a safe, reasonable means to access marijuana (see: no random dude coming to my apartment) I was aware that I was taking my own medical treatment into my own hands, for better or for worse. After all, no doctor had sent me there. I just wanted to feel better, and a dispensary in walking distance from my home provided the easiest means of doing so.

At first I managed to garner a sense of pride in providing people with access to the marijuana they desired. One part civil disobedience, one part human compassion, I was simply providing a means through which adults could make themselves feel better, and I found it to be a rewarding experience. On top of it all, the customers were friendly. I wasn’t hitting them with hidden fees or taxes, they were hitting me up for a means to happiness, and that made me feel pretty damn good too. In fact, most of my negative interactions with potential customers occured when I had to turn the individual away. At first, it was a daily occurrence to turn away a potential customer, leaving them to walk to another dispensary down the road with more malleable morals than ours. While this may have been good judgment, it was bad business, and like our neighbours we were forced to adapt. Soon after, a faux-political party was formed, the store was dubbed its headquarters, and the store was declared open to anyone above the age of 18. It was the first clear act of escalation I witnessed, but it was far from the first or last. In the next year every principle the store supposedly stood for would be abandoned in pursuit of a better bottom line.

What began as a medical marijuana dispensary quickly adapted to become a non-discriminatory marijuana store. Emboldened by an apathetic police force, our medical marijuana became recreational cannabis sold to anyone over the age of 18 for months. Instead of playing on about pain management or sleepless nights, the budtenders were free to cater to the consumer openly, and for months this business model flourished while the City of Vancouver worked to regulate eager participants. By the summer of 2016 Vancouver was home to over 100 dispensaries, and soon it was no longer enough for my store to sell to the local marketplace: we had to go national. Just as our competition had forced us to match their open-door policy to adults, so too did Vancouver’s apathy towards dispensaries face Canada’s hand. Soon the country would be flooded with mail order marijuana, and there was little that could be done to stop it.

The summer of 2016 was a gold rush for Vancouver’s marijuana dispensaries: with news coverage each week, the stores were getting more press than ever before, and the rush to capitalize on this publicity was on. Personally, I had elevated myself to become the manager of my own dispensary, and the resulting power and privilege showed me a world of “medical” marijuana that was much more grim than I had first imagined. As a smoker and budtender, I was happy to trust that whatever passed through my hands or lungs was good enough, however as a manager I discovered the truth was far less comforting.

The Wild and Unregulated West

Under the financial pressure to sell, there are very few things salespeople won’t do to sweeten their bottom line and improve efficiency. These pressures are the same in any industry, and selling marijuana is not much different than selling wine, for example. Economic actors are bound to search for advantages in a competitive market, and in the summer of 2016 Vancouver’s marijuana industry offered a unique look at what happens when a competitive and unregulated marijuana marketplace is allowed to grow wild.

As a manager, I witnessed a number of unsavoury business practices that not only call into question the business ethics of those involved, but also the safety of those affected by these decisions. From changing strain names to intentionally mislabelling cannabis products in order to better market them, the pitfalls of an unethical dispensary are numerous, and have a direct influence on both the mental and physical health of those consuming the products.

At best, those purchasing from medical and/or recreational marijuana dispensaries in Canada are doing so at their own risk. Luckily for smokers, the side-effects of “bad” marijuana are relatively benign, especially when compared to those facing hard drug users. As Canada progresses closer to fully legalizing marijuana it is the government’s mandate to establish a regulatory scheme and business mechanism that works to provide fair opportunity for businesses, while also protecting the safety of eventual consumers. I recognize not every store is necessarily as unethical as the one I was once associated with, however market forces dictate that there are likely to be many others. Regardless of whether you are an everyday smoker or a concerned taxpayer that has never been in contact with the drug, it should be clear that Canada’s marijuana industry must be taxed and regulated in order to maximize net social benefit, not profits.

 

Next time on Bonsai Kevin Vanstone will break down common problems facing the marijuana industry and how certain regulations can keep consumers safe and allow them to make more informed decisions.

From Grey To Green: The State Of Canadian Marijuana Market

This article first appeared in the Shop Bonsai app.

Canada’s relationship with marijuana has been cultivated by civil disobedience, court challenges, and arcane government distribution systems. Recently however, Canada has begun making real progress towards an open and regulated marijuana market. Canadian Health Minister Jane Philpott’s announcement at the United Nations General Assembly in New York on April 20th, 2016 was no coincidence; on the biggest pot holiday of the year Canada made it clear: legal cannabis is coming to North America.

With the birth of a new industry right around the corner, it’s worth taking a look how one can currently obtain marijuana in Canada, and how that could change as legislators develop the means with which to regulate a recreational cannabis market, from production to consumption.

Medical Marijuana

Federally licensed producers (LPs) are currently the primary source of legal medical marijuana in Canada. The Canadian Government first permitted patients to access medical marijuana under the Marihuana For Medical Access Purposes (MMAR) as early as 2001, however over the years both amendments (Marihuana for Medical Purposes Regulations, June 2013) and court challenges (Access to Cannabis for Medical Purposes Regulations – August 2016) have continued to shape Canada’s medical marijuana system.

Today the Access to Cannabis for Medical Purposes Regulations (ACMPR) functions as Canada’s primary medical marijuana framework, providing both production and distribution of medical marijuana products. While the ACMPR was designed to satisfy both court challenges and the desires of patients, concerns remain regarding both the safety and reliability of the products being offered.

Canada’s medical marijuana is grown by licensed producers (LPs) chosen by the Federal Government to safely grow and distribute cannabis in Canada. By carefully selecting the amount of large-scale producers legally allowed to produce cannabis, the Federal Government has put itself in a position to regulate its new industry from ground up. Due to this mechanism, LPs are generally viewed as the safest means through which Canadians can obtain medical marijuana, however a recent recall of products made by the licensed producer Organigram has brought into question the safety products distributed under the ACMPR system.

Organigram has had its organic certification suspended and is now under federal investigation due to the use of two pesticides which are known to cause serious health defects in humans. Patients like Alvina Savoie of Neguac, New Brunswick have reported serious issues due to consuming these products, specifically because she not only smoked but baked edibles with the allegedly tainted product.

“I still have breathing problems, still have a rash — it burns from the inside out. I just want to scratch but I know I can’t When no doctors want to help you, I don’t even know what to do.”

– CBC News, “Ex Organigram customer says she still suffers from contaminated medical pot” February, 2017”

Grey Market Marijuana

Without a defined marijuana marketplace, the average Canadian has had to be resourceful in order to secure a connection to the grey market of Canadian marijuana. What was once a game run by business-savvy hippies and organized criminals is now slowly being taken over by the craft cannabis industry in Canada, one which does not require violence to achieve its goals. However this has not stopped those from the criminal end of the spectrum from crossing over into more legitimate business enterprises.

Emboldened by growing police apathy towards marijuana-related crimes, grey market options in Canada like dispensaries, craft cannabis companies, and other marijuana-related startups have developed innovative ways to market themselves and deliver to their clientele. While their predecessors had to compete for both clients and territory, the digital age has equipped marijuana businesses with the ability to complete transactions from afar without disrupting the general population, leaving little reason for law enforcement to involve itself.

In cities like Vancouver, British Columbia this relaxed attitude towards cannabis has resulted in a vast array of store-front dispensaries rushing in to supply an eager market. In the summer of 2016 there were over 100 known dispensaries operating in the city, leaving consumers to make the choice for themselves in what was a unique municipal experiment. And while some are happy to experiment with different types of marijuana, many others have been left to figure out marijuana on their own, without any guarantee of a real answer.  

“How do I know what I’m smoking? Where was this grown? Is this sativa or indica? Is this really Jack Herer, or is it actually Bubba Kush? Will this make me sleepy? Why doesn’t this smell like the weed I’m used to?“

These questions have been on the minds of smokers for decades, however today we have the knowledge and technology to answer most of marijuana’s simple mysteries. Your parents may have had to trust their “guy” that what they were smoking really was Pineapple Express, however today we have the ability to identify and describe marijuana in a myriad of ways, allowing customers to make an informed decision about their next high. And while strain names like Girl Scout Cookies, Alaskan Thunderfuck, Alien OG, and Bubba Kush can seem confusing, consumers are being provided with more and more information every time they visit their vendor of choice.

Recent regulatory schemes in the United States have shown an open recreational marijuana market has the potential to become a large and self-sustaining industry, one that need not come at the cost of public health or safety. In fact, there are many reasons to believe a properly regulated marijuana industry will benefit the public at large, however Canada itself has a ways to go before it can boast a federal system that rivals either Washington or Colorado.

Author Kevin Vanstone has worked in the Canadian marijuana industry, and now follows its evolution from the other side of the counter. Look for more cannabis-related content from Kevin here on Bonsai in the future, including a deeper look at dispensaries in the wild, unregulated West.