Lessee here….
Drugs -check
Violence -check
against a woman – check
on the heels of hitting a fan at a concert -check
arrested – check
Here we go again, from the nowehere land of Cleveland, Ohio -where blacks go to find out how they can subsist faster… Kid Cudimade re-mixes, played on 808s And Heartbreaks, and now finds himself in worlds of trouble and craziness.
Musicians unable to deal with fame is endemic, it is beyond a cliche: there should be a surgeon general’s label on the package.
For every Jay-Z and Madonna there is a million Jim Morrisons, Kid Cudis, Lady Gagas: a huge and unending list of freshly printed stars going out of their minds for their entertainment.
I don’t think you can even really imagine it if you haven’t been there. I do know the thought of people watching my every move is completely abhorrent.
The entire world becomes Big Brother and everything is there for the world to see. Like an animal in a zoo, worse, because at least animals have the nights but stars don’t.
The star, the Cudi, whose father died when Cudi was 11 years old, is stuck between the terror of going back where he was, of not being worthy or talented enough, and being pursued and told he is over and above other people. What is a 26 year old man to do? What do you do when you are in the cub, and you, a nerdy, skinny black kid, is being hit on by every one EVERY ONE -in the damn place?
You go crazy -that’s what you do.