Is it me, or is does it seem that time has gotten to Eminem. Yes, he still scores number 1 albums, but they last no more than a couple weeks on the top of the charts before it free falls. Blame that on a fickle society more so since his debut, but we have all been through the bad marriage, his daughter, Mommy issues, the divorce, his re-marrying his wife, his addiction, rehab, relapse, and now, Bad meets Evil. Can I stop yawning please?
Bruno Mars is a great talent as a singer, writer, musician and performer and has been one of the hottest things in the past few years, and because he is, every up and coming artist wants to pair up with him, but when a well established artist tries to hitch up to the hot act of the moment, it shows that he needs help, because he can’t stand up on his own. Eminem sounds tired, lost and aged. The process of working out his issues in his music is wearing thin on me and I presume everyone else. The fun is out of Eminem. From his first couple of albums, you could count on some tongue in cheek fun and at the very least from a club standpoint, something to dance to. For a while now, he has become just a bitter old man trying to continue his success of telling us what’s going on in his life and in his head. It’s getting old just like he is.
Eminem turns 39 in October, and with the 4-0 train within earshot, Em has just proved to me that Rap is a young man’s game. It looks like he’s leaning on collaborations like a crutch and constantly looking over his shoulder for Dre to come and rescue him, but even Dre knows that time shot by him as a performer and prefers to remain in the background calling the shots than being in the spotlight. Em’s life just doesn’t seem interesting enough to hear him bitch about it for 73 minutes per album or the standard 3 minutes and 15 seconds on any single he’s putting out. Eminem, since you have room, it’s high time to put Slim Shady back in the closet, pour a little out for Stan. Sometimes you just have to call it quits and let the next Gen take over.
If he still feels the need to crank out albums, maybe he can come to grips with his age and call it “Get Off My Lawn”.
