饒舌歌手Eminem 去年底推出的新專輯“Revival’s”,推出後立即獲得Billboard專輯排行榜冠軍,這是他連續8張專輯推出即獲排行榜冠軍,在排行榜的歷史中,另有三個歌手與合唱團有8張專輯獲得排行榜冠軍的紀錄,他們是目前當紅的女歌星Beyonce 的先生-唱片界大亨、NBA籃網隊股東、饒舌歌手與作曲人JAY-Z,The Beatles披頭合唱團及The Rolling Stones滾石合唱團,但是他們的專輯並沒有連續得冠軍,而且沒有在推出當週即得到冠軍。
白人饒舌歌手Eminem本名Marshall Mathers III,1972年10月17日出生於米蘇里州堪薩斯市,但是在靈魂歌曲大本營密西根州底特律長大,饒舌歌手、唱片製作人、娛樂界大亨 Dr.Dre
對他提攜甚多,Dr.Dre曾經製作不少hip hop嘻哈音樂唱片,Snoop Dogg、Black
Street及Eminem都是他的門生。
在滾石雜誌由專業人士評選出的歷年500大專輯唱片排行榜中,Eminem有二張專輯進榜,即1999年的The Slim Shady LP(275名)與2000年的The
Marshall Mather LP(244名),而The
Marshall Mather LP當中的單曲"Stan (feat. Dido)"是Eminem唯一進滾石雜誌歷年500大單曲唱片排行榜的歌(296名)。
"Stan
(feat. Dido)"在美國的排行榜上只獲得第51名,但是在英國、德國、義大利、澳洲等11國都獲得冠軍,是一首流行歌曲的經典之作,也是Eminem的招牌歌曲。
"Stan
(feat. Dido)"的故事說一個叫Stanley "Stan" Mitchell的男子聲稱他是Slim的頭號歌迷,他寫了很多信給Slim,但都沒有收到回信,"Stan"開始躁鬱不安,他錄了一捲卡帶,裡面說是錄給Slim聽的..., 然後帶著車上的女朋友衝過路邊欄杆掉進河裡淹死。
"Stan
(feat. Dido)"這一首歌引來很多討論,MV裡也有些髒話遭消音,但樂評人Stephen Thomas Erlewine、娛樂週刊、洛杉磯時報、CD
Universe、NME雜誌、Slant雜誌...都給予正面的評價,且也多誇讚Dido的"Thank You"幫了大忙,英國衛報的作家及評論人Giles
Foden 甚至把Eminem 比做十九世紀名詩人Robert
Browning。
在2001年 Grammy獎頒獎典禮中,Eminem面對GLAAD「同性戀反歧視組織」的批判,他和出櫃的同性戀巨星Elton John合唱Dido版的"Thank You"回應,當然歌詞改用一些profanities,英雄不改本色。
"Thank
You"是一首由英籍女歌手Dido黛朵所寫的歌,1998年首度出現於電影Sliding Doors插曲專輯中,1999在他個人的專輯No Angel中推出時就是一首很受歡迎的歌,"Stan (feat.
Dido)"於2000年11月4日推出後,Dido於美國也推出此曲,獲得熱門排行榜第三名,但在抒情榜則得到冠軍。
Stan
Eminem
My
tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I got out of bed at all
The
morning rain clouds up my window, and I can't see at all
And
even if I could it'll all be gray, but your picture on my wall
It
reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad
[x2]
Dear
Slim, I wrote you, but you still ain't callin'
I
left my cell, my pager and my home phone at the bottom
I
sent two letters back in autumn
You
must not've got 'em
There
probably was a problem at the post office or somethin'
Sometimes
I scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot 'em
But
anyways, fuck it, what's been up, man?
How's
your daughter?
My
girlfriend's pregnant too, I'm 'bout to be a father
If
I have a daughter, guess what I'ma call her?
I'ma
name her Bonnie
I
read about your Uncle Ronnie too, I'm sorry
I
had a friend kill himself over some bitch who didn't want him
I
know you probably hear this every day
But
I'm your biggest fan
I
even got the underground shit that you did with Skam
I
got a room full of your posters and your pictures, man
I
like the shit you did with Rawkus too, that shit was phat
Anyways,
I hope you get this, man, hit me back
Just
to chat, truly yours, your biggest fan, this is Stan
My
tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I got out of bed at all
The
morning rain clouds up my window, and I can't see at all
And
even if I could it'll all be gray, but your picture on my wall
It
reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad
Dear
Slim, you still ain't called or wrote
I
hope you have a chance
I
ain't mad, I just think it's fucked up you don't answer fans
If
you didn't want to talk to me outside the concert
You
didn't have to
But
you could've signed an autograph for Matthew
That's
my little brother, man, he's only six years old
We
waited in the blisterin' cold for you
For
four hours, and you just said no
That's
pretty shitty, man, you're like his fucking idol
He
wants to be just like you, man, he likes you more than I do
I
ain't that mad though, I just don't like being lied to
Remember
when we met in Denver?
You
said if I'd write you, you would write back
See,
I'm just like you in a way; I never knew my father neither
He
used to always cheat on my mom and beat her
I
can relate to what you're saying in your songs
So
when I have a shitty day, I drift away and put 'em on
‘Cause I don't really got shit else
So
that shit helps when I'm depressed
I
even got a tattoo of your name across the chest
Sometimes
I even cut myself to see how much it bleeds
It's
like adrenaline, the pain is such a sudden rush for me
See
everything you say is real
And
I respect you ‘cause you tell it
My
girlfriend's jealous ‘cause I talk about you 24/7
But
she don't know you like I know you, Slim, no one does
She
don't know what it was like for people like us growin' up
You
gotta call me, man
I'll
be the biggest fan you'll ever lose, sincerely yours, Stan
P.S.
We should be together too
My
tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I got out of bed at all
The
morning rain clouds up my window, and I can't see at all
And
even if I could it'll all be gray, but your picture on my wall
It
reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad
Dear
Mr. I'm-Too-Good-to-Call-or-Write-My-Fans
This'll
be the last package I ever send your ass
It's
been six months and still no word – I don't deserve it?
I
know you got my last two letters
I
wrote the addresses on 'em perfect
So
this is my cassette I'm sending you, I hope you hear it
I'm
in the car right now, I'm doing 90 on the freeway
Hey,
Slim, I drank a fifth of vodka, you dare me to drive?
You
know the song by Phil Collins
"In
the Air of the Night" about that guy who could've saved that other guy
from drownin'
But
didn't, then Phil saw it all, then at a show he found him?
That's
kinda how this is
You
could've rescued me from drowning
Now
it's too late, I'm on a thousand downers now, I'm drowsy
And
all I wanted was a lousy letter or a call
I
hope you know I ripped all of your pictures off the wall
I
loved you, Slim, we could've been together – think about it!
You
ruined it now, I hope you can't sleep
And
you dream about it
And
when you dream
I
hope you can't sleep and you scream about it
I
hope your conscience eats at you
And
you can't breathe without me
See,
Slim--shut up, bitch! I'm tryin' to talk
Hey,
Slim, that's my girlfriend screamin' in the trunk
But
I didn't slit her throat, I just tied her up, see, I ain't like you
‘Cause if she suffocates she'll suffer more
And
then she'll die too
Well,
gotta go, I'm almost at the bridge now
Oh
shit, I forgot, how am I supposed to send this shit out?
My
tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I got out of bed at all
The
morning rain clouds up my window, and I can't see at all
And
even if I could it'll all be gray, but your picture on my wall
It
reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad
Dear,
Stan, I meant to write you sooner, but I just been busy
You
said your girlfriend's pregnant now. How far along is she?
Look,
I'm really flattered you would call your daughter that
And
here's an autograph for your brother
I
wrote it on a Starter cap
I'm
sorry I didn't see you at the show, I must've missed you
Don't
think I did that shit intentionally just to diss you
But
what's this shit you said about you like to cut your wrists too? I say that
shit just clowning, dawg
Come
on, how fucked up is you?
You
got some issues, Stan, I think you need some counselin'
To
help your ass from bouncin' off the walls
When
you get down some
And
what's this shit about us meant to be together?
That
type of shit'll make me not want us to meet each other
I
really think you and your girlfriend need each other
Or
maybe you just need to treat her better
I
hope you get to read this letter
I
just hope it reaches you in time
Before
you hurt yourself, I think that you'll be doing just fine
If
you relax a little, I'm glad I inspire you
But
Stan, why are you so mad?
Try
to understand that I do want you as a fan
I
just don't want you to do some crazy shit; I seen this one shit on the news a
couple weeks ago that made me sick
Some
dude was drunk and drove his car over a bridge
And
had his girlfriend in the trunk
And
she was pregnant with his kid
And
in the car they found a tape
But
they didn't say who it was to
Come
to think about it, his name was... it was you, damn
Songwriters:
Paul Herman / Dido Armstrong / Marshall Mathers