Like I do

Take "Hero" by Mariah Carey, which now plays on my computer. Of course, these are no ordinary speakers: these are Yamaha, with enough sound to put to shame most portable or mini stereos, and since the issue can't be avoided, yes, I dig that song. It's fucking awesome, and I come from a different school. Friends could murder me if they knew this most shameful truth. I think Mariah does music for a different public, high quality stuff for love junkies.
I come from a different school, though. The plane that brought to New York for the first time on the day of my fifteenth birthday, when my half bro/half cousin (his mother is my mother's sister, and we share the same father) Robert, those closest know him as Bobbie, took out the tape of Appetite For Destruction by Guns and Roses.
It wasn't love at first sight, unlike most disasters rock music is not made to be liked... Like a liquor, is a taste you develop for. It was appalling, quite frankly, my first impression. I lived to make fun of the pretentious videos which MTV ran nonstop just like nowadays runs crap without mercy. Rock is not for the body, it is intended for the mind. Of course, it can be reversed, and I often am open minded enough to listen without discrimination to anything that sounds good. Even if its lyrics suck, or if its melody is two shades sweeter, I listen. It has something to do with good communications. I have to speak both languages: body and mind. I still appreciate arty bands like Radiohead, but long ago I made the switch to anything that is somewhat raw, has a beat, and well... it's visceral, instinctive, somewhat primal. Gross lyrics like those from music genres like rap, hip hop, reggaeton, or something with a sweet, angelical tune and some dynamite-incendiary lyrics to back it up and it's sugarcoated, ready to be swallowed, as if it were a pill. Well, diversity, originality, could be debatable. No one has the same taste, and that might be boring. I can do without the "needy", "rosy", "self-pity", spineless ballads for a while. But one bachata or ballad here and there, it doesn't hurt no one. A good DJ knows what the crowd likes, but then goes home and listens to shit that move him or shock him one way or another. Musically, then, and without a doubt, I constantly incorporate new songs, easily carry around close to six thousand songs in my packet and I have a closet full of compact disks most probably I would never listen/hear again in that CD format. I still watch and sometimes collect DVD's, mostly documentaries and porn, but I can't remember the last time I sat and watched a movie from beginning to end. I flip through the channels, and watch mostly TLC, Thirteen, CNN, Comedy Central, Fox 5's cartoons, HBO On Demand, I find myself changing the channel quite often. My attention isn't fixated, and rarely watch anything that lasts more than an hour. Loved the last sequel to Spider Man, but can't remember the number. Is it the third or the fourth installment? Well, I can remember why I liked it. I thought the Bad Boy persona that Peter Parker adopts briefly was pure genius. "He was better off as a bad ass" I told my teenage stepson, and he agreed wholeheartedly, despite his usual alienated self. He disagrees with silence and a vague look, politely nodding, just like I taught him. And if I push it, he fires: "If you say so." Just like I taught. Like I do.