I have a complicated relationship with Eminem. When I was in middle school, back in California, and the Slim Shady first came out, my family hid from the fact that we hailed from Detroit. Parents on the schorol yard held my mother personally accountable for the fact that Marshall Mathers existed and while other 7th-graders jammed to the sweet sweet beats of Eminem, I was forced to listen to Bob Seger and Delbert McClinton in order to reinforce a positive musical image of the place where I was born.
Suffices to say, that when I first discovered Eminem during my second year of Catholic high school, my mother was not pleased. But how can any high school sophomore resist "Lose Yourself"? I jammed my way through "Hailey's Song" and "Cleaning up my Closet" and managed to find a real connection with Marshall's white-boy-in-Detroit struggles all the way through my fourth-year-of-high-school-in-Korea.
Then, I promptly forgot about my homeboy Eminem.
...Until he came out with Recovery, his newest album.
Recovery will stick you in the gut, in the best possible way.
Tell me that you weren't sucked into that...
That's right, you can't.
What are your favorite guilty-music-pleasures-that-your-parents-never-approved-of?
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