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The biracial son of divorced parents, Slug (né Sean Daley) is used to crossing over, switching sides, navigating the arbitrary boundaries that separate the underground from the mainstream, indie rock from indie rap, white music from black music. "Growing up, I always felt like a spy," Slug says, "and that always kind of did give me a sense of empowerment. But as much as it empowered me, I guess I want to use the word 'negated,' too. It took away from, like, reality. Becoming that kid who was cool enough to go to that kegger with the frat boys and also sit in the basement with the thugs kept me from being able to ever really identify with anybody."
The flip side of isolation, though, is awareness, the ability to observe other people from a distance and scope out the common ground. It's a strength that Slug's cannily harnessed for his art. Unlike most of his followers, he didn't go to college, but he's a careful student of human nature, and he understands his market. By dealing with his personal shit, he traffics in the universal. "Let's just say I didn't grow up like most of my fans grew up," he says. "But that's not to say they aren't dealing with just as much stress or bullshit. I really don't think I'm that much different from the fans. In some aspects, though, I can't really relate to them. I don't know: I love the fact that anybody can relate to something I have to say. At the same time, though, it's, like, 'Yeah, you can relate to what I'm saying, but can I relate to what you're saying? That's what I'm trying to deal with right now."
If his music's any indication, he deals with the problem by reveling in the contradictions, acknowledging the differences without trying to resolve them. At once cocky and self-loathing, he vacillates between outrageous boasts and tormented confessionals. His lyrics skid crazily between seeming polarities, one verse deconstructing the next in a crazy po-mo collision course of ambivalence. He's one part battle rhymer, one part conscious rapper, a misogynist feminist, an ambitious slacker, an underground superstar. In short, he's one complicated dude.
Though he dislikes the term "emo-hop," it's tempting to compare him with those self-flagellating white boys so dear to angst-ridden suburban teens. Consider these lines from "Fuck You Lucy," a gut-wrenching ode to an ex: "Fuck you, Lucy, for leaving me/Fuck you, Lucy, for not needing me/I wanna say, 'Fuck you,' because I still love you/No, I'm not OK, and I don't know what to do." Though he claims he's just "makin' it cool to rap about love again" and urges listeners to "give it up for the women who swallow stuff," love for Slug is a dangerous proposition. On "Hair," a cautionary tale about picking up groupies, he lets a girl take him to her house, even though he's "never made a practice of introducing my mattress to women that I meet at my shows." Turns out he should've stuck to his guns: "Her drunk ass turns to look at me and says, 'You're so beautiful...'/She missed the red light, we hit a pickup truck, and we both died."
Slug insists that he loves women and identifies with them, that he's thrilled to have so many female fans, but he's definitely not an old-school feminist. He never indulges in the gratuitous woman-bashing of so many other rappers--Lucy's no Kim, and Slug's no Slim Shady--but he doesn't hide behind an idealized sensitive-male mask, either. "I've done a lot of ugly shit," he admits. "I'm not trying to wear it on my sleeve like I'm this mean, bad guy, because I've never gone to jail or nothing like that. But I've hurt a lot of people that have really cared about me. Now there's people who care about me that I don't even know exist. They come to my shows and relate to me so bad...I've got to keep in mind not to hurt these people."
More than anything else, Slug seems to want to make a personal connection with his audience, to inspire them in the positive way his idols inspired him. As a kid, he worshiped KRS-One, Brother J of X-Clan, Chuck D of Public Enemy, all conscious rappers with explicitly political lyrics. Though his almost pathologically self-referential stance might seem to put him at odds with his influences, Slug doesn't think he's moving too far away from his roots. "I still consider myself a conscious rapper," he says. "I guess the revolution just became more personal. Instead of trying to save the world or my city or my community, I'm trying to save the 10 square feet around me. Maybe someday I'll get over these personal politics. I might marry and have 12 kids, and then my politics might have more to do with trying to get health insurance for them. Not to sound corny or anything, but I think I'm keeping it as real as the next guy; it's just that my reality is a little bit fucking different right now."