

“I touched his dick!” one girl boasts to her friend.Įminem is already a bona fide star, the type not likely to play a club this small again. When he sits at the front of the stage, his pants are pulled at and his crotch is grabbed. “I’m going to jail tonight!” He launches into “Scary Movies,” the B side to the independently released “Bad Meets Evil” single, and the audience raps right along.
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The girl lays a kiss on his lips and sets off the girl next to her, who tears Eminem’s head away and kisses him full on the mouth. “I love you, too,” he says and bends down to give her a hug. In the silence between songs, a young girl in the front row who’s wearing a white baby T screams, “I love you!” Eminem walks over. Right about now, though, a roomful of Staten Islanders is going berserk. The rapper will top off the evening - well, the morning by that point - entertaining doelike women and spiky-haired guys at the trendy mecca called Life, where a table often model types will be evicted so that Em and his friends may kick back. He will be greeted with indifferent stares that will melt into smiles, then rump-shaking abandon by the end of his four-song set. Later on, at Manhattan’s Sound Factory, Em will win over a mostly black audience. This hard-core attitude has won him acceptance not just from teenagers taken with his video but also from the hip-hop community. I’m not a role model, and I don’t claim to be.” On the album, his alias, Slim Shady, hangs himself from a tree by his penis, dumps the girlfriend he’s murdered in a lake with the help of their baby daughter, takes every drug at once, rips “Pamela Lee’s tits off” and heads out into the night yelling, “To all the people I’ve offended, yeah, fuck you, too!”

That doesn’t mean younger kids won’t get it, but I’m not responsible for every kid out there. “It has an advisory sticker, and you must be eighteen to get it. Eminem has been condemned as a misogynist, a nihilist and an advocate of domestic violence, principally in an editorial by Billboard editor in chief Timothy White, who attacked The Slim Shady LP as “making money by exploiting the world’s misery.” “My album isn’t for younger kids to hear,” Eminem says. On The Slim Shady LP, Eminem says, “God sent me to piss the world off.” Interscope Records is Em’s label - a perfect fit for a company that’s home to controversial artists like the late Tupac Shakur and Marilyn Manson. In fact, the filthier the material, the louder the cheers. If Slim Shady‘s rhymes about sex with underage girls (“Yo, look at her bush, does it got hait?/Fuck this bitch right here on the spot bare/Till she passes out and she forgot how she got there”) bother them any, they don’t show it. These predominantly white kids know every word, every nuance, and can’t get enough. Hey, say hi to her and her friends.”Įminem soon grabs four bottles of water and heads to the stage. “My daughter told me to get Eminem, so I got Eminem. At the back of the club, up a ladder, is the minute dressing room, where the very proud owner of the club is waiting. Everywhere, kids have tiny glow sticks in their mouths, which, here in the dark, look like neon braces. “Oh, my God, he looks better in person,” shrieks another. The mob is being controlled by the club’s security, but when the rapper moves inside, the burly dudes are no match for the crush of shouting teens. The all-ages show is packed, and Eminem is the evening’s main course. Out on New Dorp Lane, there is a crowd of kids, a mere fraction of the number already inside the Lane Theater. Down it goes in a swallow of ginger ale as the car zooms off toward Staten Island. A minute later there’s a knock on the window and one of Royce’s posse gives Em the first of the three hits of ecstasy he will consume over the course of the night. “In the white room, with white people and white rappers,” he bellows.
