I thought people on Twitter liked Chance the Rapper?
I searched the rapper’s name on the site, looking for some sort of controversy on which I might be able to mount one of these newsletters, and wouldn’t you know, it autosuggested the string “chance the rapper trash.”
Of course I had to have a look.
Some of it was people disappointed in the four songs Chance dropped the other day, while some of it was people who seemed like they never did fuxwit Chance the Rapper. Which raises the question: Where were these people when you were seemingly required to pretend to like Chance the Rapper in order to be able to use the Internets?
I don’t recall there being much of a Chance backlash until that time he donated a million dollars to the public schools in Chicago, maybe a year ago, and even then it was mostly just me trying to convince people that the money was coming from the company promoting Chance’s tour, AEG, i.e. the same alt-right guy who owns Coachella, who almost certainly received some sort of tax break, and anyway, donating to the public schools in Chicago is the textbook definition of throwing good money after bad. The music didn’t enter into it.
I can’t comment on Chance the Rapper’s music, because I’m almost entirely unfamiliar with his old music, and the fact that I don’t have anything to compare it to provides a convenient excuse not to engage with his new music. I listened to Acid Rap once, years ago, for about as long as it took for me to realize that it was a sort of rap music version of Fraggle Rock, and that was that. As they say in the great state of Texas (which is not just for gay people), fool me once, shame on you, Fool me twice? Shame on ME.
In one of his new songs, “I Might Need Security,” Chance announces that he’s purchased defunct local news site Chicagoist, in an attempt to put the Chicago Sun-Times out of business. The Sun-Times, he says, called him a deadbeat dad after that fake charity event, which arguably should have absolved him of any financial obligation to his own children, while another local publication, Crain’s Chicago, tried to dox him after he stood them up for an interview.
Crain’s Chicago is a business publication and hence probably not used to dealing with rappers. (Abe Froman, the Sausage King of Chicago, probably read Crain’s.) If Chance showed up to an interview there hours late, smelling of marijuana, as is customary in hip-hop, they may have needed to verify his address in order to confirm that he was in fact Chance the Rapper and not some random black guy trying to steal people’s staplers.
In family court proceedings with his baby’s mother, as documented in the Sun-Times, Chance’s lawyer was adamant that his personal information, including his address and how much money he makes, not be revealed publicly. To do so, he argued, would put both Chance and his baby’s mother at risk. I remember thinking, at the time, that he didn’t want people to know how much money he was making not being signed to a major label.
The story in the Sun-Times broke down how Chance tried to force his baby’s mother into settling for child support payments that were significantly less than what she was entitled to by law. She was living in his house despite the fact that they were no longer an item, and he wouldn’t get her her own place until they came to an agreement. In court, he argued that his payments should be less than the normal amount, i.e. 20% of his net income, because he lived in a “modest” apartment, and he should only be required to provide his child with a lifestyle similar to the one she’d have if they lived together.
I wonder if he purposely lived in a shitty apartment to avoid being taken to the cleaners.
Similarly, I wonder if he proposed to his baby’s mother so he wouldn’t have to keep paying her child support. This way, they can get a nice place together, and he doesn’t have to pay any more than it actually costs to feed and clothe a child, which I’m sure is significantly less than what he’d been paying. If he can get his fiancée to sign a prenup, he won’t have to sweat her taking him to court for Half. Why she would agree to such a deal I’m not sure. At the very least, she should be able to walk away with what she would have received in child support. But I can’t imagine he’d marry her, at this point, without a prenup. Chance is more business savvy than he looks. Or is he?
Chicagoist had been owned by Joe Ricketts, the same guy who owns the Chicago Cubs. He abruptly shut the site down when its staff threatened to unionize. In 2016, he donated $1 million to Donald Trump’s presidential campaign. In return, Trump nominated one of Ricketts’ large sons for a cabinet position, but the son turned it down because he didn’t want to divest from his numerous business ventures.
Because Ricketts is worth billions of dollars, it doesn’t make sense that he would just give Chicagoist to Chance the Rapper. Either Chance paid a premium for a site that probably wasn’t turning a profit before Ricketts pulled the plug or he’s somehow in cahoots with the site’s former owner. According to the wiki, Ricketts lives in the same town in Wyoming that Kanye has lived in for the past couple of years. Supposedly, Chance recently went out there to work on an album with Kanye. I wonder if that’s where the deal for the Chicagoist took place.
Remember when Chance went on Twitter talking about how black people don’t have to be Democrats, after Kanye aligned himself with the alt-right? At the time, it was easy enough to believe that Chance didn’t mean anything by it, that he’s just as dumb as his music sounds and therefore didn’t realize what he was saying, but who knows? Maybe he did. I eagerly await an explanation in the new Chicagoist.
Take it easy on yourself,