“Whatever, dude,” laughed Tyler, the Creator into the mic, looking at the crowd. “We all sweaty, nigga, we all sweaty together. Shit all open and shit.”
Tyler was alone onstage, performing the entirety of his sixth album, Igor, in what looked like the inside of an old velvet jewelry box for an Apple Music livestream earlier this year. Apparently it was really fucking hot, because his blond wig was stringy and soaked in sweat. He lightly patted down the bangs.
His bare chest, visible beneath a powder-blue two-piece suit and gold chains, glistened. He chuckled as he licked his grill. Then the music for “Puppet” cued back up and Tyler’s mood immediately shifted from jocular to earnest.
His eyes widened as he launched into the dark, amour fou–themed track, nearly hyperventilating through the lines “I want your company, I need your company / I want you to want from me / I can’t maneuver without you next to me / It’s so complex to me.”
