Oh Tyler, where do I begin?

When I went through all that break-up from a first-love nonsense, I didn't sleep for about 48 hours straight. I'd be lying if I said that the Bastard album wasn't the first thing that felt cathartic enough to get me to sleep. The summertime rain poured down on my friend's car as she drove me back to my Syracuse home, I finally rested comfortably as the title track played through the speakers. The album was then on repeat for the remainder of the summer, so for this I owe you a thank you Tyler.

Lyrical depression and disturbia, Tyler's solo stuff is dark and provocative. This is not to say that the remainder of the Los Angeles based Odd Future crew lacks poetry, but there is something so undeniably magnetic about leader of the pack, Tyler, The Creator.

I nearly lost my mind seeing him and the rest of Odd Future when they came to Buffalo last September. Scratch that, I definitely did. It makes me curious to see how his performance will differ and if the crowd will amount to the chaos of the Septermber show.

Side-note, his sense of humor is on point.