(apologies, Francis)

No, I’m not a fan, and no, I don’t like it, but all rules have exceptions. Also, before anyone jumps in and says something racist, remember, crackers more or less invented rap. 1974, remember? Norman Dolph-Paul DiFranco-Joey Levine piece called “life is a rock and the radio rolled me”? Get that bastard stuck in your head for a day or two. Like having red hot icepicks driven into your temporal lobe.

Anyway, lately I’ve been listening to Eminem a lot, partially because of that specifically goofy movie “8 Mile”. Some of the stuff is fun- I get a kick out of Mr Mathers thumbing his nose at just about everyone, and frankly, we all did it when we were that age. it has the same kind of appeal as a lot of the bubblegum music of my youth, and for those same reasons, I enjoy it.

Once in a while, though, marshall hits on something that hits home for me, because it’s honest and real and some of mr Mather’s shows through.
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