Where was I? Oh, yeah, Eminem's latest album. I am somewhere in the middle of loving it and just liking it.

On the one hand, Mr. Mathers--sometimes eloquently--addresses his critics, his ex-wife, his mother, his enemies, me, etc. with tight, clever lyrics:

Lets do the math, If I was black I would've sold half... - White America

...hip-hop was never a problem in Harlem, only in Boston... - White America

...dial straight down the center eight-zero-zero/ you can even call collect, the most feared duet, since me and Elton played career Russian Roulette... - Business

I'm not the first king of controversy/ I am the worst thing since Elvis Presley, to do Black Music so selfishly/ and use it to get myself wealthy (Hey)/ there's a concept that works... - Without Me

The thing is it seems like every song is aimed that way. It gets weary after a while. Yes, Marshall, we get it. It's a joke. You're beset upon by morons. Can we move on?

When he does move on, though, there are some brilliant moments where he opens up his hurts for us to share. In this, the album is very much like John Lennon's Plastic Ono Band. It's primal scream therapy that we're invited to witness.

So, the quick summary from someone he could give a flying fuck about:

Well, it's got a good beat, and you can dance to it. I'd give it an 85.

Oh...and when I asked my daughter what she thought, she said, "Who's Eminem?"

[ As seen on Solonor's Ink Well ]