Re-Evaluating: Eminem

One of my heroes is Tom Waits. He always said he never liked rock & roll as a kid and he never liked Bob Dylan in the 60s. He was into Sinatra and Johnny Mercer (and, listening to his first couple of albums, you can see what he means). But, later on, he discovered the value of Dylan and rock & roll and even became a fan.

When I was a kid, I hated Eminem. Not sure why. I was an odd kid. It wasn’t that I was offended by his antics, I just saw the controversy as mere publicity stunts. If I’d have known what the word “juvenile” meant aged 12, I likely would have used it to describe Eminem. Furthermore, I was always into different music than the rest of school (not many Southside Johnny fans knocking about) and everyone else liked Eminem. So, I likely just thought if everyone else likes it, that probably means I won’t.

So, in the mid-part of the last decade, I suddenly became a huge Alice Cooper fan. Loved the idea of him in the 70s, the first shock rocker. A complete performance artist. And it’s through Alice that I finally understood the value in courting that kind of controversy. Everyone was being played by The Coop in the 70s, much like Em in the late 90s/early 00s. Slim Shady/Eminem is as much a character for Marshall Mathers as Alice Cooper/Steven is for Vincent Furnier. A lot of Eminem’s antics were even very close to previous shockers, the chainsaw was directly out of the Alice Cooper rulebook and his movie 8 Mile was basically just a hip hop re-make of Prince’s Purple Rain.

My opinion of Eminem gradually started to change in around 2005 in the unlikeliest of places; I went to see Queen + Paul Rodgers and their intro tape was Eminem’s Lose Yourself.



Having the track played so loud in the arena with the spotlights surrounding the audience made me understand the drama of the track. Though, I was still too stubborn to admit I liked Eminem. Plus, this was around the time of Just Lose It, and anyone who thinks that song isn’t one of the most embarrassing pieces of shite ever recorded is deluded.



So…this weekend, after 8 years of going back and forth (imagine a little devil on my left shoulder and a little angel on my right shoulder), I finally picked up Curtain Call, Eminem’s greatest hits collection. Saw it cheap in Asda, so though "fuck it, I'm finally gonna get it".

You know what? It can’t be nostalgia, because I have nothing to be nostalgic about, but I regret not just buying it back in 2005. I’m not saying I dig every track (Fack is even worse than Just Lose It), but it’s mostly dynamic, effective, intelligent and genuinely poetic stuff. I’m not saying I’m gonna go out and buy his entire back catalogue and I’d never go and see him live (you just know it’s gonna be full of dicks), but there is more than enough on there to warrant it being basically on repeat since I picked it up.

I certainly learned my lesson.