Story of Sathya

Stan required Medical attention

The Solitary Writer
Posted by The Solitary Writer November 17, 2018 2 Comments 15 Min Read 976 Views
Music is beautiful. And when they are coupled with lyrics to form a song, then it adds more beauty to it. I recently came across this particular song by Eminem named “Stan”. I am mighty impressed by the way Eminem actually sang the song. It is a perfect example of storytelling through music. I seldom find artists have excelled this area. Because most of the performers have songwriters and singing a song that actually tells a story is a perfect Art.
Ok coming back to the discussion. Stan is the main character in this song. He has a pregnant girlfriend and he is a die-hard fan of slim who happens to be the alter ego of Eminem. He believes that Slim is his world and he is impressed with his songs and performances. Writing fan emails are not a bad idea but expecting a reply from celebs considering their busy schedule is indeed a bad idea for sure. I initially have some sympathy for the guy Stan especially when he says that he stood in the blistering snow with his little brother to get Slim’s autograph. Well, that indeed is heartbreaking but celeb life is difficult too. But some fans are crazy because they prioritize their idols before everything. 
Stan gives up all the hope of receiving a reply from Slim after writing multiple emails. He tears off all the posters from the underground in his home that he had kept a secret from everyone. He had Slim’s poster and his song lyrics and everything maintained there.  He was so crazy that he didn’t pay attention to his pregnant girlfriend who required attention. He is so mad at Slim that he beats her and closes her in his car trunk. He is pissed off at his idol and wants to live a life of guilt and regret. And his idea of doing this is by giving away his life, not just his life but also his girlfriend’s and his unborn baby. This is depressing and gets more depressing when his girlfriend screeches from the trunk as he drives at 90 mph in the highway. He records all this in a cassette and he plunges into the sea. 
Well, he required some medical attention. He could have been treated through counselling.  That’s what Slim says when he finally decides to reply Stan and asks him not to be the guy who took away his life by killing himself. But Slim realizes that Stan was the guy and he is super disappointed. 
There are many fans like Stan in this world who are crazy for their idols.  The things that they do to get attention is annoying at times. These people need medical attention. It’s not bad to be a fan of some big superstar but we should be mature enough to understand that we got our own world and they got their own world. These celebs earn money for their family and it is their life that they enjoy. They don’t live for their fans and that’s how life is! Such type of fans requires immediate medical attention. If you know someone like Stan in your family or in your friend’s circle then please take them to a medical counsellor before they do anything drastic.  The lyrics start with a hope of Stan talking about his favourite Slim and then gets a little depressing with Stan not receiving a reply an then he loses his cool and lashes out at Slim. Even after 20 years, this song still remains gold for me. Such a brilliant piece of work!  Check out the lyrics and the video.
My tea’s gone cold I’m wondering why I

Got out of bed at all

The morning rain clouds up my window

And I can’t see at all

And even if I could it’ll all be gray

Put your picture on my wall

It reminds me, that it’s not so bad

It’s not so bad

My tea’s gone cold I’m wondering why I

Got out of bed at all

The morning rain clouds up my window

And I can’t see at all

And even if I could it’ll all be gray

Put your picture on my wall

It reminds me, that it’s not so bad

It’s not so bad

Dear Slim, I wrote you but still ain’t callin’

I left my cell, my pager, and my home phone at the bottom

I sent two letters back in autumn, you must not-a got ’em

There probably was a problem at the post office or somethin’

Sometimes I scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot ’em

But anyways, fuck it, what’s been up? Man how’s your daughter?

My girlfriend’s pregnant too, I’m bout to be a father

If I have a daughter, guess what I’m a call her?

I’m a name her Bonnie

I read about your Uncle Ronnie too I’m sorry

I had a friend kill himself over some bitch who didn’t want him

I know you probably hear this everyday, but I’m your biggest fan

I even got the underground shit that you did with Skam

I got a room full of your posters and your pictures man

I like the shit you did with Rawkus too, that shit was fat

Anyways, I hope you get this man, hit me back

Just to chat, truly yours, your biggest fan

This is Stan

My tea’s gone cold I’m wondering why I

Got out of bed at all

The morning rain clouds up my window

And I can’t see at all

And even if I could it’ll all be gray

Put your picture on my wall

It reminds me, that it’s not so bad

It’s not so bad

Dear Slim, you still ain’t called or wrote, I hope you have a chance

I ain’t mad, I just think it’s fucked up you don’t answer fans

If you didn’t wanna talk to me outside your concert

You didn’t have to, but you coulda signed an autograph for Matthew

That’s my little brother man, he’s only six years old

We waited in the blistering cold for you,

For four hours and you just said, “No.”

That’s pretty shitty man, you’re like his fuckin’ idol

He wants to be just like you man, he likes you more than I do

I ain’t that mad though, I just don’t like bein’ lied to

Remember when we met in Denver, you said if I’d write you you would write back

See I’m just like you in a way

I never knew my father neither

He used to always cheat on my mom and beat her

I can relate to what you’re saying in your songs

So when I have a shitty day, I drift away and put ’em on

‘Cause I don’t really got shit else so that shit helps when I’m depressed

I even got a tattoo of your name across the chest

Sometimes I even cut myself to see how much it bleeds

It’s like adrenaline, the pain is such a sudden rush for me

See everything you say is real, and I respect you cause you tell it

My girlfriend’s jealous ’cause I talk about you 24/7

But she don’t know you like I know you Slim, no one does

She don’t know what it was like for people like us growin’ up, you gotta call me man

I’ll be the biggest fan you’ll ever lose

Sincerely yours, Stan, P.S. we should be together too

My tea’s gone cold I’m wondering why I

Got out of bed at all

The morning rain clouds up my window

And I can’t see at all

And even if I could it’ll all be gray

Put your picture on my wall

It reminds me, that it’s not so bad

It’s not so bad

Dear Mister “I’m Too Good To Call Or Write My Fans”

This will be the last package I ever send your ass

It’s been six months and still no word, I don’t deserve it?

I know you got my last two letters, I wrote the addresses on ’em perfect

So this is my cassette I’m sending you, I hope you hear it

I’m in the car right now, I’m doing 90 on the freeway

Hey Slim, I drank a fifth of vodka

You dare me to drive?

You know the song by Phil Collins, “In the Air of the Night”

About that guy who could a saved that other guy from drowning

But didn’t, then Phil saw it all, then at a a show he found him?

That’s kinda how this is, you could a rescued me from drowning

Now it’s too late, I’m on a thousand downers now, I’m drowsy

And all I wanted was a lousy letter or a call

I hope you know I ripped all of your pictures off the wall

I love you Slim, we coulda been together, think about it

You ruined it now, I hope you can’t sleep and you dream about it

And when you dream I hope you can’t sleep and you scream about it

I hope your conscience eats at you and you can’t breathe without me

See Slim, shut up bitch! I’m tryin’ to talk!

Hey Slim, that’s my girlfriend screamin’ in the trunk

But I didn’t slit her throat, I just tied her up, see I ain’t like you

‘Cause if she suffocates she’ll suffer more, and then she’ll die too

Well, gotta go, I’m almost at the bridge now

Oh shit, I forgot, how am I supposed to send this shit out?

My tea’s gone cold I’m wondering why I

Got out of bed at all

The morning rain clouds up my window

And I can’t see at all

And even if I could it’ll all be gray

Put your picture on my wall

It reminds me, that it’s not so bad

It’s not so bad

Dear Stan, I meant to write you sooner but I just been busy

You said your girlfriend’s pregnant now, how far along is she?

Look, I’m really flattered you would call your daughter that

And here’s an autograph for your brother

I wrote it on the Starter cap

I’m sorry I didn’t see you at the show, I must of missed you

Don’t think I did that shit intentionally just to diss you

But what’s this shit you said about you like to cut your wrists too?

I say that shit just clownin’ dog, come on, how fucked up is you?

You got some issues Stan, I think you need some counseling

To help your ass from bouncing off the walls when you get down some

And what’s this shit about us meant to be together?

That type of shit will make me not want us to meet each other

I really think you and your girlfriend need each other

Or maybe you just need to treat her better

I hope you get to read this letter, I just hope it reaches you in time

Before you hurt yourself, I think that you’ll be doin’ just fine

If you relax a little, I’m glad I inspire you but Stan

Why are you so mad? Try to understand, that I do want you as a fan

I just don’t want you to do some crazy shit

I seen this one shit on the news a couple weeks ago that made me sick

Some dude was drunk and drove his car over a bridge

And had his girlfriend in the trunk, and she was pregnant with his kid

And in the car they found a tape, but they didn’t say who it was to

Come to think about, his name was, it was you

Damn!

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