9/2/10

Ok, I’ll admit it.

In a moment of weakness, I bought Eminem’s new cd.

.. I know.

I’ve long expressed my distaste for the subject matter of most rap songs anymore. I miss the days when a rap song told a story. When I wanted to know what was going to happen next to Will Smith. Or when I wished like Hell that I could shout “No Tone Loc, Sheena’s really a man!”

Those days.

Anymore, you turn on any given rap songs and you’re going to hear one of two things. You’re going to hear the singer talk about how they’re spending the millions they’re making, by singing songs about how they’re spending the millions they’re making..

Or you’re going to hear them talk about how many drugs they’ve done, or who they’ve killed.

Really? Are rapper balls so big that they allow their owners to go on record (or cd in this case) and talk about how many people they’ve killed or how many pills they’ve taken that morning?

I get it. I really do. Rap songs are about as realistic as professional wrestling, but fuck if I didn’t freak the hell out when I was eight after Jake the Snake let a cobra loose on his opponent. It doesn’t matter if the person selling the cd is playing a character, fact of the matter is, someone out there is going to think it’s real. And, if you’re making a song talking about how you got rich by killing people and doing drugs, some stupid kid with parents who aren’t there to put it in context is going to think he can too.

But again, who am I to judge. I bought the damn cd.