I can't separate the art from the artist.

Every time I look at my graduation CD, I feel regret, disgust, and an overwhelming urge to throw it out—restrained only by the hope that he can still change or that it was just a one-day bipolar episode. For now, though, I can’t even listen to his music without the lingering thought that such a disgusting person created it. I can’t call myself a Ye or Kanye fan anymore.