I don’t remember what else I’d planned to do that day, but once I heard “Stan,” all that was over. I couldn’t even walk around with the album. I had to sit with this thing on my Walkman. When I’d walked into Tower that morning, the store had a giant display of nothing but The Marshall Mathers LP - hundreds of copies of it. Tower Records had definitely not told Steve Berman to shove the record up his ass. They’d probably sent him a bottle of champagne. This was the height of the CD era, the final boom time before internet piracy would plunge the record business into the dark ages, and everyone could tell that The Marshall Mathers LP was an immediate blockbuster. But a huge part of the album’s success was Eminem’s eagerness to play the underdog victim. “Radio won’t even play my jam,” Eminem bitched, at a moment when radio played little else.
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