Editor's Note: In honor of Thanksgiving, we asked each of our writers to pen a story about an artist, song, album or moment from 2016 that they're most thankful for.
It’s been a year of highs and lows for Scott Mescudi in 2016.
The highs: Reuniting with Kanye West; rediscovering his form with songs like “Frequency” and “Surfin’”; and completing his sixth solo album, Passion, Pain & Demon Slayin’, which promises exciting collaborations with André 3000, Pharrell and Travis Scott.
The lows: Squabbling with Drake (and Kanye, for a brief period); delaying his aforementioned album; and continuously battling with “depression and suicidal urges,” for which he checked himself into rehab last month (in a Facebook update earlier this week, he said he’s “feelin’ great and brand new”).
Through all the highlights and low lights (word to Pablo), one thing has remained constant in my ears this year: the sweet, soothing sounds of Kid Cudi’s humming.
Since turning up at Madison Square Garden in a Davy Crockett hat and wildin’ out with Yeezus to “Father Stretch My Hands Pt. 1”—a sight that still warms my heart to this day—Cudi seems to have remembered just how special his vocal chords are, blessing some of my favorite songs of the year like holy water at a baptism.
“Frequency.” “Way Back.” “Through the Late Night.” “Surfin'.” Nothing quite compares to those euphoric 20 seconds on “Waves,” though, when Cudi steps up in this bitch like divine sun rays breaking through the clouds, purring in one ear and gently wailing in the other, somehow sounding both tranquil and troubled at the same time—a fitting metaphor for the last year of his life.
Craig Mack said your album couldn’t fuck with one line, but Kid Cudi doesn't even need words to make him unfuckwittable.