Scott Thompson – Dear Eminem

I’m not sure exactly why I like this bit so much. I think it has to do with the fact that I do really like Eminem, and the song seems to have a certain genuine affection for him, as well–it just looks to sort of take him down a peg. It’s not the kind of strict, blind hataz stuff you find on morning DJ show parodies, which this superficially resembles. Instead, it’s gentler, more persuasive, a nice character piece; even the jabs at him having a pseudo-gay relationship with Dre feel light-hearted and subtle. (Though they’re not subtle at all.) Maybe it’s something about a faggot calling someone straight a faggot, and in that this resembles the best of Scott’s fabulous “Buddy” monologues from The Kids In The Hall. He’s giving himself a boyfriend, which is nicely ambivalent but also honest, and he doens’t get too campy about it. There’s just something charming about someone making fun of someone else and then threatening to kill their boyfriend with a juicer. It’s nicely self-aware.

Of course, the line, “If we ever adopt a special needs mixed-race child, we’re gonna name him Eminem!” is lovely, as is “It’s so rare to find a black man that sticks around. Believe me–I know!” (The latter is classic Buddy.) The way he delivers the first few lines of the third verse are awesome, too.

Best of all, though, is the chorus, which while horrendously sung, makes fun of Eminem not for being white or dumb or whatever–it makes fun of him for being grumpy. Man, how great is that, huh?

Note: sorry for the lack of critical essays in the last two days, but they’ve been busy ones. I had a few planned out that I didn’t get to, so I’ll probably end up posting ’em next week over at my blog, which is called clap clap blog. (Knew I’d get a plug in there at some point, right?)