snapshots of an idle mind

October 15, 2004

eminem and 8 mile

Filed under: Uncategorized — sassinak @ 4:17 pm

wow i’m in shock.

I don’t like Eminem, or I didn’t, or I’m not sure.

How’s that for decisive? I have had the music of Eminem inflicted on me at various times in the last few years. My sister, who really really liked that he pretended to shoot his ‘bitch’ and insisted on playing me said track repeatedly. My ex livein who wanted Eminem CDs so I got him some for his birthday.

No one could understand why I bought him those CDs, they thought that since *I* disliked Eminem it was strange or somehow odd of me to have purchased said CDs for him. To this day this reasoning escapes me. He wanted it, it was HIS birthday. What right did I have to judge his taste?

Regardless, the beats wafting down from his office were enough to drive me mad while I tried to hear the TV over the beat.

The thing is, I never particularly liked what he had to SAY but musically man. That is a whole other story, this Eminem guy has a sense of rhythm that a professional drummer would envy.

So, since I don’t like it when I judge things I bought 8 Mile out of the used DVD bin at my local video shop and stuck it in my to be viewed pile along with whatever else struck me as interesting in said bin. [I buy and save because I pay more in late fees than the cost of renting the damm thing in the first place…]

And then I let it sit there.
And sit there
And sit there

Until last night (read at least 1.5 YEARS later)

My pal and I sat down to watch it and we were enthralled. Enthralled. In fact I’m really glad I own it because it turns out that I want to watch it a few more times.

AND it turns out that I suddenly wish to hear more Eminem music so I can judge it anew. Maybe I’ll understand it a little more now that I have some idea of the culture behind it. [Pal is from the hood and assures me that the Shelter exists so… my assumption is there is some legitimacy reflected here.] It does make me damm glad I’m Canadian though. I’m not saying that that sort of crap doesn’t happen here because it absolutely does but it seems less endemic.

This is so weird. I feel a shift in perception has happened and suddenly my ears are open in a new way. This is actually pretty cool when you think about it. It does definetely demonstrate that when you react strongly to things there’s probably a reason and maybe, just maybe, instead of pitching it out the window or demonstrating against it you might want to see WHY you hate it so much.

Look what happened when I tried that, I LEARNED something new.

And maybe I might be an Eminem fan. Funny for a straight white chick from Canada who’s past 30.

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3 Comments »

  1. You know, when I lived in Amsterdam I totally got into the Em. Mainly because I’m endlessly entertained by the fact that this dude can go *forever* without drawing a breath. Perhaps he has undergone significant breath training, perhaps with a Pilates instructor :)

    But you haven’t experienced 8 Mile until you’ve had the ‘interactive’ experience with a bunch of Dutch teenagers. It was like the Rocky Horror except far less organized.

    PV

    Comment by Anonymous — October 19, 2004 @ 1:04 pm | Reply

  2. seems like standard white boy fare to me. never bothered.

    Comment by factory_peasant — August 9, 2005 @ 10:51 pm | Reply

  3. i never saw either of these comments until i came through today deleting spam.

    oh man dude, i want to see 8 mile that way now!! it seems like such fun!

    peasant: it’s a surprisingly good movie for serious.

    Comment by sassinak — July 5, 2006 @ 8:25 am | Reply


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