Monday, March 15, 2010

Week 3: Eminem, not just candy anymore.

 I must say I kind of did an inward chuckle at Toure's "Methodology for Ranking MC's" but it does make me realize what an art form it is. I enjoy how Toure writes, he is seems to be a much more relaxed writer than Dyson and I think that the informality really helps me relate to Toure and his viewpoints on hip hop.

     His interviews ranged from artists such as Eminem, 50 Cent, DMX all the way to Al Sharpton. The interviews were interesting and gave me enough background information about the artists (from the artists) for me to draw a more educated idea of how they are in society as well as coming from a broad spectrum of sources. Specifically, the interview with Eminem in correlation to Carl Hancock Rux's article "Eminem: The White Negro." I feel like I grew up listening to Eminem, seeing his face on MTV, watching 8 Mile, and hearing all of the news about his family life via the media. He is a human being, this is something I feel may people forget when they hear Marshall Mathers name. He is a father, a entertainer, interested in politics, and the oxymoron to social norms.

     In his article, Rux defines how Eminem has been "perceived by the masses" and questions our learned definition of what reality is. Perhaps our reality is wrong an Eminem's perception is right? He is the individual, the "white guy in a black world", accepted by whites and blacks, yet still viewed as an outcast. He is as much as a minstrel as Flava Flav is to Public Enemies, going beyond the norms defined to us by what is socially correct (what if everything we think is right is actually wrong and likewise?). Rux asks us if we are "oppressed because of what we have learned" (IE: do we identify Eminem as an oppressed individual because we identify his behavior as beyond the norm? A white man living in a black mans world is surely to spark controversy).

     Eminem doesn't seem to care either way. Growing up in Detroit, he was socialized in black culture ('black' culture is not "black" it is just culture to him) (21). This raises Rux's question "whom does music or race belong to? (24). I think this question is best answered in class, I don't know if I can really define/answer this question. Brainstorming session anyone?

This is the song I think of when I think of Eminem, as I am sure many of you are familiar with.

Lose Yourself


Look, if you had one shot, or one opportunity 
To seize everything you ever wanted-One moment 
Would you capture it or just let it slip? (He relates well to people because at some point everyone has fantasized about success)


Yeah, 
His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy 
There's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti 
He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready 
To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgetting 
What he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud 
He opens his mouth, but the words won't come out 
He's choking how, everybody's joking now (We all have fears, and many of us have a similar response when we become nervous. Ever cautious of the approval of the masses).
The clock's run out, time's up over, bloah! 
Snap back to reality, Oh there goes gravity 
Oh, there goes Rabbit, he choked 
He's so mad, but he won't give up that 
Easy, no 
He won't have it , he knows his whole back's to these ropes 
It don't matter, he's dope 
He knows that, but he's broke 
He's so stagnant that he knows 
When he goes back to his mobile home, that's when it's 
Back to the lab again yo (What do you do when you have nothing but yourself? Do you seize the first opportunity or do you wait for the right moment?)
This whole rhapsody 
He better go capture this moment and hope it don't pass him 

x2 
(You better lose yourself in the music, the moment 
You own it, you better never let it go go 
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow 
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime yo) (I think this relates personally to Eminem seizing his opportunity to become the first widely accepted Caucasion hip hop artist)

This soul's escaping, through this hole that it's gaping 
This world is mine for the taking 
Make me king, as we move toward a, new world order 
A normal life is boring, but superstardom's close to post mortem 
It only grows harder, homey grows hotter (The pressures of the industry)
He blows us all over these hoes is all on him  
Coast to coast shows, he's know as the globetrotter 
Lonely roads, God only knows 
He's grown farther from home, he's no father 
He goes home and barely knows his own daughter 
But hold your nose cause here goes the cold water 
His hoes don't want him no mo, he's cold product 
They moved on to the next schmoe who flows 
He nose dove and sold nada 
So the soap opera is told and unfolds 
I suppose it's old partner', but the beat goes on 
Da da dum da dum da da 
x2 
(You better lose yourself in the music, the moment 
You own it, you better never let it go go 
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow 
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime yo) 

No more games, I'ma change what you call rage 
Tear this motherfucking roof off like two dogs caged 
I was playing in the beginning, the mood all changed 
I been chewed up and spit out and booed off stage 
But I kept rhyming and stepwritin the next cypher 
Best believe somebody's paying the pied piper (Perseverence?) 
All the pain inside amplified by the 
Fact that I can't get by with my nine to 
Five and I can't provide the right type of life for my family 
Cause man, these goddam food stamps don't buy diapers 
And it's no movie, there's no Mekhi Phifer, this is my life 
And these times are so hard and it's getting even harder 
Trying to feed and water my seed, plus 
Teeter totter caught up between being a father and a prima donna 
Baby mama drama's screaming on and 
Too much for me to wanna 
Stay in one spot, another day of monotony 
Has gotten me to the point, I'm like a snail 
I've got to formulate a plot or end up in jail or shot 
Success is my only motherfucking option, failure's not 
Mom, I love you, but this trailer's got to go (The Real Slim Shady rejects his own mother)
I cannot grow old in Salem's lot 
So here I go is my shot. 
Feet fail me not cause maybe the only opportunity that I got 

x2 
(You better lose yourself in the music, the moment 
You own it, you better never let it go go 
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow 
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime yo) 


You can do anything you set your mind to, man 

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