Eminem Gets Personal In New Interview

Eminem Gets Personal In New Interview

    In a new interview with Esquire Magazine, Eminem revealed he is a happier person nowadays. “Within the last year, I started learning how to not be so angry about
things, learning how to count my fucking blessings instead,” he said. “By doing that, I’ve become a happier person, instead of all
this self-loathing I was doing for a while.”

    Eminem says that with new album "Relapse" will have more upbeat songs saying “The music, I wouldn’t say it’s gotten happier, but it’s definitely more upbeat. I feel like myself again.” All of you angry blonde fans don't worry, Em says he still has a lot to be pissed at “Don’t get me wrong, the aggression will still be there”

    Read Eminem's Entire Interview With Esquire, Click Here!


Eminem still lives and records in Detroit, Michigan. The title of his movie 8 Mile
refers to the road that divides the city's poor and rich neighborhoods.
He recently published an autobiographical book, The Way I Am.

Don't call it a comeback.

People can try
to reinvent themselves. I don't think you can really change who you
are, though, because who you are is pretty much where you came from and
what you've done up to now. You can change your image and all that–you
can change your fucking clothes, your underwear, your hair color, all
that shit–but it's not going to mean you're a brand-new person.

You want to say, "I don't give a fuck what anybody says." Yeah, you do.

I'm sure people think I've vanished off the face of the earth.

I went for nine, ten years straight, without taking a break at all. I needed to rejuvenate.

I'm a T-shirt guy now. But wifebeaters won't go out of style, not as long as bitches keep mouthing off.

I like it when people
talk shit. Because if people weren't talking shit, there would be
nothing for me to come back with. I need that. If I don't have any
ammo, what am I going to say?

There's obviously a limit to
the things you want people to know, but I've pretty much put most of it
out there. Maybe people don't know what kind of underwear I wear, what
color.

Boxers. Pink.

It's fun to take a step back and hear other people do it, say shit I wish I would have thought of. I'm still a fan of rap.

When people buy a CD, you don't get to sit in the car with them and watch their faces and watch their jaws drop.

The guy behind
the counter notices me, but I haven't put an album out in four years.
"How you doing Marshall?" "What's up Em?" You pay for the gas, buy a
bag of chips, and leave. But I put a record out, and that same person
is going to be behind the counter with a camera and a piece of paper.
"Can you sign this?"

It's not like I'm going to be a prick to everybody I meet. I keep it cool.

You're not going to
say anything about me that I'm not going to say about myself. There's
so many things that I think about myself; if someone really wanted to
get at me, they could say this and this and this. So I'm going to say
it before they can. It's the best policy for me.

Trust is hard to come by. That's why my circle is small and tight. I'm kind of funny about making new friends.

I don't know where to go to meet a nice girl. If you've got any tips, clue me in.

The emotions in a song–the anger, aggression–have got to be legitimate.

When I'm in the studio with
Dre, I don't have to worry about the beat. I can just go. That's the
only thing I got to concentrate on. When I'm trying to produce a song
myself, I'm thinking about the high hat. Is it loud enough? The snare
drum. Is it clear enough? This piano in the chorus. Is it too loud?
That can be time-consuming.

Within the last year, I
started learning how to not be so angry about things, learning how to
count my fucking blessings instead. By doing that, I've become a
happier person, instead of all this self-loathing I was doing for a
while.

The music, I wouldn't say it's gotten happier, but it's definitely more upbeat. I feel like myself again.

Don't get me wrong, the aggression will still be there.

I don't know
if I've fully accepted Proof's death, but I think I've come to terms
with it a little bit, knowing how to cope. There was a good two years
that I was pretty down in the fucking dumps. I just lay in bed and
stared at the fucking ceiling. One day, I didn't get up until 7:30 that
night.

Not that I don't guide them at all, because
sometimes I do, right from wrong. Hailie's twelve now, and she still
thinks it's really bad to stick up your middle finger. I think I'm
doing pretty good, with what my music is about and being able to raise
little girls at the same time.

I would say I'm an excellent dad, not to toot my own horn. Toot.

If you don't overlook
the fact of what you look like, then no one else will. I had a complex
back then: If I get booed off stage, it's probably because I'm white.
There comes a time when you gotta stop thinking like that and just be
you.

I want to say I'd be a comic-book artist. That was my
dream as a kid. I used to paint and draw. If I wouldn't have had rap, I
would have strived to–the past tense of strive, is it stroved?–I would have stroven to do something like that. Who knows? Maybe I would have.

Nobody likes to fail. I
want to succeed in everything I do, which isn't much. But the things
that I'm really passionate about, if I fail at those, if I'm not
successful, what do I have?

Shit happens. Fucking happens to the best of us. Really does.

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