Monday, October 17, 2011


Dear Marshall,

Happy Birthday, to you, my inspiration, my imaginary friend. I always keep these pictures of you above my desk.
There isn't a day that goes by that I am not aware of how much your life means to me. I am so glad that you fought for your life! I am so glad you are here. Your life is so important to me, (and millions of people around the world!)

You have lived through hell and your strength and your creativity have made the impossible, possible!

Your courage and your focus propelled you out of hell. Your example teaches other people how to be honest about their lives. Your creativity shows people how they can be resourceful, even when they have nothing but their voice to defend themselves against the harsh world. Your determination teaches people how to fight for their lives when others tell them to give up hope. Your loyalty to the people you love proves that a true and loving family can be made with a little help from friends. Your humanity proves you to be deeply generous and charitable. You are LOVE!

There are so many great things about you, that make you invincible and beautiful and righteous and remarkable in every way! Today is a GREAT DAY! The 17th of October, the 39th anniversary of the day you came to Earth. Today is your birthday! You will continue to be blessed by the new life you have built for yourself. I am so happy for you!

Happy Birthday!
You are LIGHT!
You are LOVE!
You are the BEST.

xo, ym

Tuesday, October 11, 2011

Red Sonja's In The House!

You can be a permanent fixture
in my lyrical mixture
I'm the miracle whip, a trickster
My signature sound
when the tube of lipsticks surround...
- Eminem

Been working on Bathroom Girls, trying to get the lipstick revolution television ready,...while looking for some old drawings, I found some hilarious Red Sonja drawings I did when I was YOUNG (I still get carded, thank you.). My story was the origin of Red Sonja's steel bikini.

In my version, Red Sonja gets offered a high paying job as a bodyguard in a brothel.

The steel bikini was the uniform the brothel guards had to wear, if they wanted to get paid in gold.

Red Sonja was only at work for one minute before she fucked up one of the customers.

I cut you like Dahmer,
pull a butcher knife on ya
The size of a sword, boy,
I'm like the fuckin' Red Sonja
Get it stuck in your cornea,
nice knowin' ya Norman
You're so fuckin' annoyin',
drop the shovel, boy.
- Eminem

OK here is when I fucking get geeky: I'm willing to bet that the Red Sonja reference in Bagpipes From Baghdad is based on Red Sonja issue #1 and 2 (series 2), because I remember she took a guy's eye out in issue one and in ish 2 he was hunting her and he found her at Lady Feema's castle after she killed Lady Feema who was a big fucking, evil, arrogant, slut anyway.

Red Sonja Issue 2 was the first comic book I ever read (besides Mad Magazine), Nestor Redondo did the pencils in issue 2 and he was great and totally underutilized at Marvel. That comic book shaped my crazy ass and helped me psychologically survive my childhood, which was filled with violence and neglect.

Red Sonja was/is my favorite, fucking comic book character of all time!!!!!! I am going to scan all the drawings I still have and put them here, eventually. I wish I had the shit I drew when I was reading the comics for the first time.

In this drawing I covered Sonja up a bit (costume based on the series 2 costume) and I put her on a boat to kick ass.

I'm like the fuckin' Red Sonja!

Thursday, September 29, 2011

Same Song And Dance

This is what I do at work to cope with certain fucking people who went to too many private schools to be human.

Listening to Eminem gets me through my rage. Eminem's music is my express train to a happy, fantastic world where the music is awesome, and where violence and laughter live side by side so one gets killed in the third dimension.

Same kickin' and screamin'
same cryin' and sobbin'
Same song and dance...
Same diggin' and pleadin'
same yellin' and bleedin'
Same song and dance
Yeah Same song and dance
Same song and dance!

Thank you Marshall Mathers for getting me through the same song and dance!


Saturday, August 6, 2011

Taylor Swift Covers Eminem

The crowd totally sings along and it's pretty sweet! This girl gets my respect, for real!

You better lose yourself in the music
The moment, you own it, you better never let it go
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime, yo

Sunday, July 24, 2011

Going To The Gym With Eminem

Thought I had it mapped out but I guess I didn't,
this fuckin black cloud still follows,
me around but it's time to exorcise these demons
These motherfuckers are doin jumpin jacks now!
- Eminem, Not Afraid

Was really depressed for a few weeks. Was getting pretty damn bleak... DARK as hell, hell, hell actually. Pretty OK now, I think. The heat wave burned away my misery. Really sad about the death of Amy Winehouse. "Wrote" about it at

Joined the neigborhood gym and went everyday last week. Listened to Eminem to get through the fact that I couldn't breathe and thought I was going to have a heart attack and his music put me in the zone and then it was all great. His songs always help me remember how far I have come in life and how good it feels to keep fighting for emotional and physical balance and health. His lyrics are so entertaining that time flies and I get a lot accomplished. The way I set up my playlist worked out perfectly because just when I got into the final stretch LOSE YOURSELF kicks in and gets me to the end of my work out feeling like I still have enough energy to climb a building. Then I go do time in the pool even though I can't swim for shit.

I remembered something cool and Eminem-related when I was at the gym.

Once I did LOSE YOURSELF in a karaoke bar in the east village. I love that song with all my soul and I really wanted to make sure that the audience heard every word of Eminem's genius. Plus my friends Jeanne and Martin were with me and they are older and they didn't understand Eminem's appeal to me. Martin was having a hard time connecting with his teenage son at the time and his son was a huge Eminem fan so we had discussed Eminem earlier in the evening. I decided to use Karaoke to teach him about the genius of Eminem.

When I got onstage the glamorous black drag queen karoke host announced my song selection. The rowdy audience was surprised and amused by my karaoke choice. The drag queen suggested I was about to ruin the whole evening by fucking the song up but she was glad I picked a song no one had the balls to pick, ever before, ever. She wasn't even sure she would be able to find the track for me to sing to. She had to look. She needed a minute. The crowd waitied annoyed with me for demanding only the best Karaoke experience for all of us. She found the song. It was time. That crowd was hungry now and not going to tolerate a poser. They wanted to see if I could hang on the the rhyme-rodeo that is an Eminem song. And if I couldn't they were going to eat me alive.

I smiled like a mental patient because that's what I always do when I hear Eminem's music. The pulsing opening of the music turned into the moment to jump in with lyrics and when I opened my mouth I gave those karaoke freaks THE SHIT! I was determined to wow everyone with the storytelling power and lyrical genius of the song and I put every thing I had into enunciating and not missing a single syllable which is not easy because LOSE YOURSELF is jam packed with winding sentence structures and irregular beats that have almost no breathing room between the rapid fire lines. After the first stanza the audience was totally hypnotized and cheering me on. They could tell I was a fucking hard core Eminem fan and I was not fucking around at all. By the end of the second stanza they began singing the chorus with me, by the final stanza they were all on their feet cheering and this guy screamed out "Can we come up on stage with you!?" and I waved him up thinking he meant him and his buddies. The fucking audience rushed the stage to get up there and sing the final chorus and more than half got up there. More would have come up if the stage had any more room on it! Were were all singing


My friends Jeanne and Martin were blown away. They had never seen anything like that and neither had I. Eminem is so beloved by so many people. His fans know the words to his songs, and they need the words to his songs, and they are so grateful when they have a chance to show the world how much they love him at the top of their lungs in the middle of the night.

May Eminem always be protected from sickness and struggle. He has done so much for those of us who struggle with sickness.

I'm not afraid
To take a stand
Come take my hand
We'll walk this road together,
through the storm
Whatever weather,
cold or warm
Just lettin you know that,
you're not alone
Holla if you feel like
you've been down the same road.
- Eminem, Not Afraid

Thursday, February 24, 2011

8th Grader Scores Exclusive Interview With Eminem

Posted Fri Feb 18, 2011 9:58am PST by Caryn Ganz in Amplifier

An eighth-grader named Annie Reed wanted to speak with hometown hero Marshall Mathers for her newspaper class, and her request was bizarre enough to catch the eye of Em's longtime publicist at Interscope. "I just thought, 'Wow, here's a middle-school girl from Detroit who has some guts,' " Dennehy told MTV. "We thought Em would really enjoy doing it, too." So he set up the phoner, which wound up being the rapper's first one-on-one interview since his Rolling Stone cover last October. The front-page piece included a discussion of the MC's early influences and sobriety.



Wednesday, February 16, 2011

The burning house scene in 8MILE Reminds me of this essay

It was a cold December night in West Orange, New Jersey. Thomas Edison's factory was humming with activity. Work was proceeding on a variety of fronts as the great inventor was trying to turn more of his dreams into practical realities. Edison's plant, made of concrete and steel, was deemed "fireproof". As you may have already guessed, it wasn't!

On that frigid night in 1914, the sky was lit up by a sensational blaze that had burst through the plant roof. Edison's 24-year-old son, Charles, made a frenzied search for his famous inventor-father. When he finally found him, he was watching the fire. His white hair was blowing in the wind. His face was illuminated by the leaping flames. "My heart ached for him," said Charles. "Here he was, 67 years old, and everything he had worked for was going up in flames. When he saw me, he shouted, 'Charles! Where's your mother?' When I told him I didn't know, he said, 'Find her! Bring her here! She'll never see anything like this as long as she lives.'"

Next morning, Mr. Edison looked at the ruins of his factory and said this of his loss: "There's value in disaster. All our mistakes are burned up. Thank God, we can start anew."

What a wonderful perspective on things that seem at first to be so disastrous. A business failure, divorce, personal dream gone sour . . . whether these things destroy an individual depends largely on the attitude he or she takes toward them. Sort out why it happened, and learn something from the blunders. Think of different approaches that can be taken.

Start over.


Monday, February 14, 2011



Excited to see the next wave of your creative genius wash over the entertainment industry.

"Waves, undulating waves, liquid, uneven, emulous waves,
Toward that whirling current, laughing and buoyant, with curves,
Where the great vessel sailing and tacking displaced the surface,
Larger and smaller waves in the spread of the ocean yearnfully flowing,
The wake of the sea-ship after he passes, flashing and frolicsome
under the sun.

-Walt Whitman"

xo, ym