Lauren Dunn
Holy harmonic

Three minutes of a kind of humming before the climax:

To the hustlers, killers, murderers, drug dealers even the strippers
(Jesus walks with them)
To the victims of welfare for we living in hell here hell yeah
(Jesus walks with them)
Now hear ye hear ye want to see Thee more clearly
I know He hear me when my feet get weary
Cause we’re the almost nearly extinct
We rappers is role models: we rap, we don’t think
I ain’t here to argue about His facial features
Or here to convert atheists into believers

Despite my scepticism of religious belief systems I’m comfortably sucked deep into the world of Kayne’s Sunday Service. Something about the sea of well designed oversized pastel matching genderless tracksuits, united beliefs, picturesque landscapes, enlightenment, humming, singing, dancing and togetherness that makes it all so enticing. If worshipping Jesus looked this good when I was younger and impressionable I’d probably be into it.

And where do I buy this church merch?

Kim and Kayne own a fast food burger chain. At art school I tried to convince my peers and lecturers that burgers were the ultimate symbol of excess, a desire driven by capitalism, I was unsuccessful, I suspect I was being too didactic. 

Kayne is worth 2.15 billion. Trump is worth 2.1 billion.

Celebrations of free thought, social media scandals, sneakers, confessions of mental health challenges, free love from Jesus, superficial ideas of activism, skims, more sneakers, reality TV, cosmetics, emojis, fashion, surrogate babies and drama. And then there’s his declaration of support for Trump on Saturday Night Live wearing a red “Make America Great Again” cap. 

Double consciousness? Cognitive dissonance?

In conflict with my values I continue to watch over Kanye, I’m fascinated. I don’t want to take him seriously but I think we probably should.