We right minded folks can sit around all day and talk about the controversy surrounding Eminem. We could discuss whether hes homophobic and misogynist and whether hes repented and whether he was just kidding around to begin with. The conversation would deepen into the broader issues such as when someone generates a culture versus when they reflect it and where is the line between the figurative and the literal.
But at the end of the day, I and a lot of other people who grew up in Southeastern Michigan might come home and listen to Mr. Mathers song, Mushrooms. Keyboard funk breaks underscore the story of the protagonist being at a bad rave party at some dudes house where he tries to pick up a nurses aid with weird hair. She is trying to kick heroin and so the vocalist offers her psychedelic mushrooms as an alternative. Unfortunately she consumes 30 times the normal amount and begins having tramautic childhood flashbacks while the inebriated slobs around her figure out the appropriate intervention. I listen to this song, and I remember having been at that party more times than I care to remember.
But at the end of the day, I and a lot of other people who grew up in Southeastern Michigan might come home and listen to Mr. Mathers song, Mushrooms. Keyboard funk breaks underscore the story of the protagonist being at a bad rave party at some dudes house where he tries to pick up a nurses aid with weird hair. She is trying to kick heroin and so the vocalist offers her psychedelic mushrooms as an alternative. Unfortunately she consumes 30 times the normal amount and begins having tramautic childhood flashbacks while the inebriated slobs around her figure out the appropriate intervention. I listen to this song, and I remember having been at that party more times than I care to remember.