One of the few artists whose presence and works have affected me is Eminem. In a positive or a negative way I am not sure, but I really like his songs.
I remembered the movie "8 Mile". The scene whereby the whole crowd responded to his rap really touched me. The amount of courage, confidence and talent that I see was so inspirational. It made me realise, that in order to become good in something, or to beat others, one have to win over oneself. To become a good handball/basketball/netball player, one have to overcome the mental weakness first, before one can really excel and improve. Not only in sports, but also in other areas, like work and relationships.
His songs, though not popular among my friends, always hit a note close to my heart. They tell me stories that are seldom heard in a safe and conservative place like Singapore. Guns, betrayal, drugs, AIDS, problem child, single-parent, divorce, and so many more. Sometimes I wonder whether those are stories of his life, before he got famous, and after he is famous. I remembered the first time I listened to his Slim Shady, I thought it was crap. But when I heard the song Kim, I felt really sad for the guy in the song. Since then I always pay attention to his lyrics, and now I appreciate his courage for bringing controversy into his music.
In some songs he expressed his love to his daughter, and he also expressed regret, for he is an artist, hence he could not really give her a normal childhood, but he really wanted to give her a childhood that he never really had. So, it made me wonder whether is it really so difficult to have the best of both worlds, whether is it really true that in order to achieve one thing, it is often at the expense of another, or in order to excel in work, there are some things that one have to forgo. Does it mean that in order to perform well in my IA, I have to sacrifice handball/basketball/netball/IHG?
In his songs he have mentioned before that he have to be responsible for what he writes as his songs have an influence on society, on the kids who listens to him like a preacher. Makes me ponder whether my actions have any influence on anybody. And yes, my actions do make an impact on someone. Not really sure if I should be flattered, but it has certainly brought me a certain amount of stress and guilt.
Are you the man who I think you are, Marshall?
I want a mockingbird,
Qing
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