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How I Stopped Worrying and Learned to Love the White Rapper

by Arye Dworken

I was shy. So very shy as a child that I could not bear to even watch two people kiss on television while in the company of a coed environment. So you can very well imagine the reaction I had when George Michael?s ?I Want Your Sex? came blaring on Mrs. Rosenberg?s radio. I was in a carpool with her eldest and youngest daughters and someone else who I can?t recall right now. Sorry to my most anonymous carpool veteran.

Michael sang, ?there are things that you hide and things that you don?t.? And on that note, I hid my face. I turned bright red. A red so vibrant that it should only be reserved for Santa Claus costumes. I wanted to be anywhere other than in that car. Unfortunately, I was sitting in between the Rosenberg daughters so I couldn't open the door and jump out. I desperately wanted to do one of those Fall Guy stunts I had just seen Lee Majors perform the other night. Man, I had to act quickly before he said the s-e-x word. ?Mrs. Rosenberg,? I piped up. I could not believe my own nerve. ?Could you turn the station from this song? I find it inappropriate.? Please, Mrs. Rosenberg. Only you can make this awkward atmosphere in the car turn from the thickness of cottage cheese to something more digestible.

?No,? Mrs. Rosenberg said, ?I like this song.?

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While that George Michael incident was many years ago, I still find that I am unable to listen to that song. It just makes me feel really weird. Uncomfortable like being in a really tight shirt. And while admitting this publicly may label me as a ?prude,? I am fine with that. Only because a year ago George Michael proved to me that sometimes saying those very words could get you into a lot of trouble. Especially when you say it to an undercover cop in a public bathroom.

But despite my ever- increasing passion for music, I still try to draw the line at what is inappropriate. I cannot tolerate the degradation of women in nu-metal and hip-hop. I cannot condone any sort of violence in music, regardless of how ?metaphorical? it is. Artists are naïve in thinking that their music does not have an impact on the millions of doe-eyed impressionable youth. They hold on to every note, every beat, every word like it is the bible. Moses has nothing on Nelly. Abraham cannot sell as many albums as Jay-Z. It is sad but true. Not that I think every child on a subway should be bopping his head while reading Genesis (and G-d forbid should they be listening to Genesis. Or even Phil Collins solo albums). I merely insist that artists should be held responsible; from N.W.A. popularizing gangsta rap to Public Enemy popularizing anti-Semitism (did Jew eat?). Rationalizing that they are artists carrying on in Lenny Bruce?s righteous example has almost become a cliché. If we say it enough, they spew, then and only then will we be able to move on. We must take the weapons of hate and belittle them. But, hey, I say, does calling that girl over there ?a ho? really make the world a better place? Maybe it does. Although, I truly don?t think so.

To quote Peter Parker?s Uncle Ben, ?with great power comes great responsibility.? Sadly, most artists forget the latter half of Ben?s sage suggestion and go straight to focusing on the power. Fight the power, Chuck D lashed out. Well, the new 2002 version would advise up-and-coming artists to embrace the power. Embrace it and make it your ho.

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Now herein lies the problem. After this little preachy tirade, I need to come clean. Yes, I too need to clean out my closet.

At the risk of appearing hypocritical, I proclaim that Eminem is an absolute genius (can you see me hiding under my desk fearing the backlash?)

How could he say that, asks the reader (you) to the writer (me)? How could he (me again) have said that Eminem is a genius especially after he (me?ok, you get it) complained about the misogynistic and violent tendencies of music with Marshall Mathers III (Em?s real name for the pop culture-impaired) fore-fronting as one of the most controversial rappers recording today.

Before I get to your questions, which you may have or may not have asked, let?s go through Eminem?s wrong doings first:

-Violently accosting the homosexual lifestyle

-Threatening to kill his mother and his estranged girlfriend, Kim

-Angrily spouting hateful messages to most pop musicians on the radio (which some may see as a good thing. Pssst, Christina, can you hear me? PUT ON SOME CLOTHES!)

-Regularly intimidating Moby, a wimpy vegan musician who wears glasses

-Sampling Aerosmith (?Dream On,? no less)

-Shouting rude and profane-full messages to Tipper Gore and Lynne Cheney

-Says a lot of dirty, naughty ?bathroom? words

Indeed, this young man from Detroit has made a lot of enemies and always speaks his mind freely. Obviously he?s never sat at my dinner table, where we?re told that if you have nothing nice to say, then hold your breath and count to ten. Organizations and political figures have outspokenly opposed Eminem?s lyrics and his hateful message. Even at the Grammys, GLAAD (Gay Lesbian Something Something Something) stood outside protesting the event with their signs and slogans because that evening, Mathers was nominated for multiple awards. The Grammy committee even went so far as to ask Em to perform that evening, which he graciously complied with a stirring version of ?Stan? [how confused was everyone when he performed his hit song with Elton John, instead of Dido, the original performer. Elton John, an advocate of gay rights and an open homosexual himself! Surprise, surprise. John was even quoted later on as saying that he was proud of that performance, citing Eminem as a genius].

Much like the great influential musicians of the past, Eminem too is an eye in the hurricane of controversy (see Elvis). Principals, parents, rabbis, priests all shake their heads disapprovingly at Matther?s antics. How can we condone his message, they question. How can we allow our children to buy these curse-ful albums? How do we let Eminem get away with poisoning the minds of the masses?

To which, Em answers and says, it?s not me, people. It?s Slim Shady. So get off my back.

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I?ve always wondered how rappers make such a smooth transition into acting while rock stars fail at it miserably. For every Mos Def, there?s a Madonna. For each Ice Cube, there?s an unfortunate Bon Jovi. With the rare exception of a Sting performance (Dune, Lock Stock and Two Smoking Barrels) or a Dwight Yoakam role (Sling Blade, Panic Room), rock stars, overall, are pathetic actors. Why is that, I?ve asked myself. How could it be that the so-called representatives of the Ghetto are so much more thespian-ish than our private schooled prep/rock boys are?

And only until recently did I come up with an answer. You see, rock stars don?t act well because they?re not used to acting. There?s no need to act or pose because rock n? roll never really required a mystique (which is why the press resents Belle &Sebastian ? because they shun journalists and remain withdrawn). No secret identities. No alter egos. Thurston Moore, boringly enough, is just Thurston Moore?a guy who writes arty rock tunes. Jeff Tweedy is to no surprise a guy from the Chicago named Jeff Tweedy who has a wife and two kids. When a man picks up a guitar and plugs it into an amp, he is basically saying, what you see is what you get (obviously, there are exceptions but?). I am just a rock star. I write songs about broken hearts, dead end jobs, and again, broken hearts. All things that the public can relate to. In fact, these rock stars are so regular--like you and me?that we wonder why a major label paid so much for that shlepper in the first place.

And all these things that rock n? roll lacks?the glamour, the controversy, the nastiness--rap definitely provides. While it can be cliché and expected at times, the rap world supplies us with the abundance of drama that rock lacks. There are East/West feuds. There are the alter egos like Ghostface Killa, Ice-T, P. Diddy, Rakim, and many others (do we even know their real names?). There are the cars, the women, the gold and the unlimited supply of fancy alcoholic beverages (pass the Courvesier). All these absurdities, none of which the public can relate to. All these things are beyond our grasp, financially and realistically. The images that these rap stars create along with their labels are just that: creations and images. We are being entertained and they are acting. Busta can?t be Busta all the time. And Ludacris certainly cannot be that retarded?it has to be an act. It just has to be or we are in some serious trouble.

And now onto Slim Shady, the creation of both Marshall Matthers and Eminem, who is perhaps one of the most imaginative and complex characters of pop culture today. While Marshall Mathers III has been around since October 17th, 1972, the man you see on MTV is only a few years old. Slim Shady, the alter-ego of Eminem is the discipline-less youngest child to Mathers? responsible father-like figure (his undying devotion and love for his child, Haile, is almost beautiful and inspirational). Slim Shady can say what he wants, do what he wants, and, if you will, front whoever he wants ( I love using the word ?front.? Makes me feel so street. Word). And at the end of the day, there are no apologies. Every time you hear Eminem say something controversial, he insists it?s not him saying it but rather Slim is. For real, dawg. In fact, on the new album, The Eminem Show, he raps on the first single, Without Me, ?I?ve created a monster ?cuz nobody wants to/see Marshall no more/they want Shady I?m chopped liver.? Ya? see, what Marshall is saying is that in case you missed the joke, in case, you have no imagination and take things too literal, this is not for real. I am entertaining you. This violent, sexist, angry character is a creation just like Robert DeNiro created Travis Bickle in Taxi Driver. Like Christian Bale created Patrick Bateman in American Psycho. Marshall even goes as far as spelling it out on the new album. At the end of revealing the hypocrisies and the problems with our wonderful country (?White America?), he laughs and then says--without any beats, without any samples??I?m just playing America, you know I love you.? Now, within a second of each other, Shady raps in his nasal-y angry voice and then reveals himself as Marshall, displaying his true colors. Relax, he says to you, the concerned listener. It?s all an act.

So why are we mad at Mathers for creating a character and bringing it to the public? Why is he any different than an actor who picks a controversial role? Maybe Anthony Hopkins should be more responsible when he decides to portray a cannibal? Maybe I will see Hannibal and then be in the mood for an IRS agent with some fava beans? Is it a double standard to expect something of a musician that we don?t expect from our writers and actors? And now that Mathers has made a transition into acting? playing himself, no less (acting as an act-the ultimate irony)?are we yet aware that he is capable of creating an image? Or does it still make no sense to you? Huh?

What do you say?......Answer me.

To Be Continued

? Please let me know what you?re thinking so I can incorporate it into Part 2 - theadwiz@aol.com

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READER COMMENTS


From Yoni Mernick
Anybody can say what they want about Eminem. But at the end of the day, He's the one with all the number one albums, songs, movies... the guy with number one soundtracks, songs of the year, and nominated for so many freakin' grammys. Regardless of what his critics or alot people say, THE GUY IS TALENTED... and people have to start getting used to that. (Or he'll make you get used to it)


From hyper626@optonline.net

I must disagree.
As Courtney Love recently said: "Eminem is the first corporate sponsored rebel" That is the key to the whole Slim/Marshal/Eminem mystery. It's not like he "becomes" Slim at certain moments. He becomes whatever sells at the moment.

Having said that: I love love love Eminem (Can I just say, if he were frum he would have gone to Nvei and be working at a Kosher Pizza store....) and what makes him so great (if a sell-out) is that he can be part Slim Shady and part Marshall and part Eminem ALL AT THE SAME TIME. Ya dig?


From Elisha Mayer
Arye, enjoyed your piece on Em. now hear my thoughts, please.
Music is different than movies. Movies are an escapist opportunity. You go to the theater, you get the popcorn, the soda, your girl, some chocolate if you're feeling rich, and you sit in a dark room, knowing you're going to occupy a couple of hours being entertained by actors. Even the most realistic thrillers never really get beyond the medium that they are. They're actors on a 2 dimensional screen who are trained and paid to act, to laugh, to fly in red capes, to be pre-cogs and solve pre-crimes, to cry, to die, to wield a Jedi saber, to Whatever...but the viewer knows the whole time that it's acting. It's like those 3D simulations on the Imax. I went to one once when I was little...and they announced at the start that if you get too dizzy during the flight simulation portions, just close your eyes and you will stop feeling nauseous after a few seconds. And it worked. It's no different with movies. You can close your eyes, or turn away, or hold your ears, and as soon as the image stops penetrating your senses, it's gone. If I can't see Freddy/Jason, then he can't hurt me. Kinda like the theory behind the Nightmare on Elm Street series. If you just stay awake and don't dream, then you'll be okay. You can be in control. And with movies you are in control. Not only because you can get up and leave, or turn away, but mostly because you know, going in, that you are gonna get 10 dollars worth of 2-3 hour entertainment, and then it's over. It ends. You're in control, because you know what you're getting.
Some movies may make you think about your life, if their effective, but that's a new thought stream that the viewer chooses to descend into.
Music is different. It's much more subtle. It's in your car, your shower, your New Jersey shopping malls, your drug store, your barber shop, your bodega, and eventually, it's in you. It becomes part of you. And then, when the constant barrage of music finally stops and you're walking on the street, free and clean of the droning noise, you start to fill your own head with that same barrage of music...you start humming it...The Music/ The Moment...This is how you remind me/ Of what I really am.....Mowing down your family/ With a pocket full of shells. You get my drift?
Music is not escapist in the same way movies are. They are not limited in their scope and impact like movies are. They're not over when the album stops playing. They don't end when the radio is off. Boys who pull shotgun triggers aimed at their heads and leave a note saying Ozzy told me to do it in Suicide Solution (Where to hide/Suicide is the only way out...) Or Lars Ulrich and James Hettfield of Metallica told me to do it in Fade to Black are sad cases of lost kids who were probably severely depressed, had little to live for, had lots of pain in their lives, and the only bit of control they could exert on their own lives was to finally take their own lives. I can't blame Ozzy for suicide, nor can I credit Bob Marley for planting the seeds of self-respect in Black youth. But I can't leave Ozzy entirely blameless either. Did his song push these kids over the edge? We'll never know for sure, but the suicide notes seem to imply it.
Em is talented. The medium that he uses to send his message exponentially multiplies its volume and how deep it penetrates. If he wrote poetry then that ends when the book closes. But he sings his rhymes, and so they stay with us and become part of us, zig-zagging their way in and out of our craniums and implanting themselves where we here, where we see, where we speak and sing. We can't escape them because we can't escape ourselves.
Last point. Movies are limited in their scope. The actor is acting within a context. There are rules. Wizards have power, Muggles don't...but only in Harry Potter. Superman Flies, Lois Lane doesn't...but only in Superman. Red is a man who is known to be able to get things from time to time, but on the outside of Shawshank he can't make it. These same actors can then act in a different role. Morgan Freeman can act like a sometimes drunk military lawyer and do a convincing job. But he's still just playing a role. Lawrence Fishburn can be a desperate-trying-to-be-responsible dad in Boyzzz in the Hood (was that him? I forget.)and then move to Morpheus in the Matrix. Nobody really believes that Drew Barrymore can jump kick anything above 2 feet in the air like she does in Charlie's Angles, or start fires with her mind in the creatively titled FireStarter, but suspension of disbelief is a critical component of all movies, and not just for the sci-fi / fantasy genre. Music isn't limited in the same way. The context disappears entirely. Public Enemy or Onyx or Ice-T could look like Erkel for all I know, but on the radio their angry black male bravado is all I can see and I start imagining gangs and do-rags and guns and danger. If they want to sing about killing cops or abusing women, then all I see and hear is the sentiment, not their acting or posturing. It's the message. Music is about a message being conveyed, while movies are more often about a story.
Is Em joking? Is he 'just playing' with America? Is Slim just a character he created? Maybe, maybe not.
But it doesn't matter. With music, the only thing I can access is the message and the sentiment, not the context. Tipper Gore and many before her have tried unsuccessfully to shut the mouths of the more vicious lyricists. They've lost in court many times against many defendants. Because free speech is the most important value of all, right? After all lyrics don't kill people, People kill people, right?? And it's not as if Eminem and his image and his messages of violence are being idolized by teens all across the nation, right??? It's not like anyone is actually going to be incited to hurt someone else from his words, right???? And even if they do some violence, that's not Em's fault, because he's just acting, right?????
If he's acting let's see his songs get nominated at this year's Academy Awards.



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