On the way into school this morning, I let my oldest son control the radio. He landed on a collaboration between Eminem and Nate Ruess. By way of context, Nate is the lead singer of Fun, my son’s favorite band, and Eminem is an angry white rapper.<\/p>\n
A lot of songs these days have a rap element. The music fades to the background, the rapper does his thing, then the music surges again. It’s an effective combination, and my son loves it. I like it too… sometimes. I’m handicapped by an urge to understand lyrics, and that often destroys the song for me.<\/p>\n
This particular song features Eminem rapping an angry apology to his mom, while at the same time talking about how hard his life has been.<\/p>\n
I couldn’t help myself. I turned off the radio.<\/p>\n
“Dad!”<\/p>\n
“It’s an angry rich guy shouting about how tough his life is. I don’t need to hear that.”<\/p>\n
He turned the radio on again.<\/p>\n
“But, Ma, I forgive you, so does Nathan, yo<\/em> Apparently, the lead singer of Fun also forgives Eminem’s mom.<\/p>\n “See?” my son said. “He’s apologizing to his mom.”<\/p>\n I turned it off again. There’s something about angry people shouting into a microphone that I just don’t like. “And that matters to me because?”<\/p>\n “Um. . .”<\/p>\n “You’d think he could afford a phone. Then we wouldn’t have to hear him yelling how sorry he is at his mom.”<\/p>\n He reached for the radio, but I blocked him. “How about the iPod? You can pick whatever you’d like.”<\/p>\n “Fine.” He pulled out the iPod, scrolled through it for a minute, then plugged it into the car stereo.<\/p>\n “Oh momma I’m in fear for my life from the long arm of the law<\/em> “Much better,” I said. I gotta hand it to the kid, though. He’s certainly developing a flare for irony.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" The kids and I have a wide range of musical tastes… but they don’t always line up. Enjoy!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[118,119],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2231","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-daddytales-c","category-daddytales-funny"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p6DpYi-zZ","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.pat-matthews.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2231","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.pat-matthews.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.pat-matthews.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.pat-matthews.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.pat-matthews.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2231"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.pat-matthews.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2231\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.pat-matthews.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2231"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.pat-matthews.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2231"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.pat-matthews.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2231"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nAll you did, all you said, you did your best to raise us both”<\/em><\/p>\n
\nLawman has put an end to my running and I’m so far from my home<\/em>
\nOh momma I can hear you a’crying you’re so scared and all alone<\/em>
\nHangman is comin’ down from the gallows and I don’t have very l<\/em>ong.”<\/em><\/p>\n