Move over, Taylor Swift. I’ve now had my own encounter with Kanye West.
It began innocently enough. I clicked over to Ron Bronson’s website to see what my blogging buddy was up to. When I read the headline of his latest post — The Beatles just weren’t that good — I was intrigued, so I read on.
Ron’s post wasn’t so much a dis of the Fab Four as it was a poke at the “people [who] shake their fists at me for my deliberate avoidance of most music made before I was born.” Still, I couldn’t pass up a chance to school the young man about why the Beatles matter, so I posted the following comment:
Turns out I was the one who got schooled. By someone named Kanye, no less:
Yeah, I know the Kanye jokes are getting old. But this one made me laugh. I can only imagine who the prankster was. Anyone care to come clean?
Andrew Careaga 