Detroit rapper EMINEME talked Monday to Dick Clarke about his phenomenal success in the music industry. Unfortunately Dick was late for a Dorian Gray Convention and could only ask a very few questions.
Editor's note: The numerous profanities in the conversation have been replaced much less vicious words.
CLARKE: I am not that familiar with your work, but they tell me you sold a lot of music so I need to talk with you about how you've sold four million records in five weeks. Shouldn't that be four million records in four weeks? I am not that good at math.
EMINEME: NO, you old [Crusty-mellon]. I was feeling frustrated by the [Custard-Smelling] lyrics I was writing at the time. The record company wanted a single to top "My Name Iss". So I gave the label a fake song just to say, get off my [Baby-making] back.
Nobody understand the pressure. I need to be good really [Fudge-chasing] good. There are so many pressures on me and I need a way to release the pressure.
CLARKE: Hold on a second, I have to fart. Whew, I can't hold them in anymore. What kind of release are you talking about?
EMINEME: Man does that [Sugar-crumbs] smell. Can I move back a few feet? Anyway, I am talking about the release when I am alone. You know, a little "mano-a-metacarpus". A little "ham gripping". Sometimes I feel like my hand is the mother and my privates as the father I never had.
CLARKE: In what way?
EMINEME: Man, it still smells...
CLARKE: Sorry, I hope I didn't make a stain.
EMINEME: Dude, you should see a doctor about that.
Here is an excerpt from the interview:
August 4, 2003
Full transcript of Emineme interview
Detroit rapper EMINEME talked Monday to Dick Clarke about his phenomenal success in the music industry. Unfortunately Dick was late for a Dorian Gray Convention and could only ask a very few questions.
Editor's note: The numerous profanities in the conversation have been replaced much less vicious words.
CLARKE: I am not that familiar with your work, but they tell me you sold a lot of music so I need to talk with you about how you've sold four million records in five weeks. Shouldn't that be four million records in four weeks? I am not that good at math.
EMINEME: NO, you old [Crusty-mellon]. I was feeling frustrated by the [Custard-Smelling] lyrics I was writing at the time. The record company wanted a single to top "My Name Iss". So I gave the label a fake song just to say, get off my [Baby-making] back.
Nobody understand the pressure. I need to be good really [Fudge-chasing] good. There are so many pressures on me and I need a way to release the pressure.
CLARKE: Hold on a second, I have to fart. Whew, I can't hold them in anymore. What kind of release are you talking about?
EMINEME: Man does that [Sugar-crumbs] smell. Can I move back a few feet? Anyway, I am talking about the release when I am alone. You know, a little "mano-a-metacarpus". A little "ham gripping". Sometimes I feel like my hand is the mother and my privates as the father I never had.
CLARKE: In what way?
EMINEME: Man, it still smells...
CLARKE: Sorry, I hope I didn't make a stain.
EMINEME: Dude, you should see a doctor about that.
CLARKE: Just answer the question.
EMINEME: Man I can't think straight...I gota go