Eminem Post # 3: Market Machine Music

To make a point or several—regarding white rapper Eminem—is a small meaningless gesture in the greater scheme, because everything passes right? But why I’ve waxed passionately about Britney Spears and her marketing strategy in the past is the same tick which puts Slim Shady on the BS radar.

Britney’s music schtick has some contemporary plausibility in that it works in clubs and as a ketamine fueled backseat fucking soundtrack and mindless entertainment. Marshall Mather’s vibe on the other hand, demands too much attention—focused on him—for your existence to breathe. His vibe can not exist with another activity… his narcissism will drown another being [you] out. His message is only about hating everybody, it’s all about blame, the world owes us all a living.

Eminem’s target appears to be 12 to 15 year old boys who can hate easily because they’re all chemical’ ed out from pubescence. So Britney pitches her whore schtick to young girls, Eminem pitches his whore schtick to a naive audience of young boys, ready to part with the mental cash. In the cold light, Eminem is a 36 year old man exploiting young boys. He is a musical curb crawler whored up in ghetto bling as an enticement to substantiate whose existence? 

An important idea to convey is that… Eminem is not about music. This statement needs no fanfare as a statement of simple truth. There is no wickedness and mischevious fun to be had with this guy. There is no art or sustainable model in his premise. It’s a continous looped sample of nastiness delivered like a relentless tail-gater—just what the world needs. His message only works for the naive… which includes post war male Iraqi’s with a new-born aspiration for America.

Jesus fucking Christ what an evangelista outburst.