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February 4, 2004I Don't Like What You Call Music
I cracked my door and slipped into the hallway. I was curious as to whether a nuclear testing facility had spontaneously been installed next door or if Brandon was just listening to music again.
It was Brandon.
As I stepped back toward my room, he called my attention over to him. He was smiling as though he'd just won a new car or something, and his head bobbed violently in turn with his music as he spoke.
"Hey hey!" Even over the toneless yelling that spewed relentlessly from his room and the deafening series of rhythmic explosions that accompanied it, I could sense the enthusiasm in his voice. "You like this song?" he asked, motioning toward his room with the fluidity of a man being electrocuted on horseback.
Now, I do not know how to make this any more clear, but I need you to understand, because I sense this may recur as a running theme. So read closely. No matter how good of a rap song it is, I don't like it. Nor heavy metal. R&B. Pop. I don't like most of the crap that plays over the radio, either. In some cases, my detest for a song even goes far past simple indifference or dislike and enters the realm of pure, unadulterated hatred. I feel as though every note that impales my consciousness is a personal attack against me, and violent thoughts, sometimes of a nature not suitable for this website, pass involuntarily through my mind.
The music that I listen to was not written by pop stars, DJ's, singers, or those who you might likely refer to as "artists"; they were written by "composers" and "orchestrators" - most of whom you have probably never heard of. This is all very difficult for people to understand, it seems, so I've grown accustomed to being asked my opinion on certain pieces of work, and I typically answer honestly.
So, responding to Brandon's query, I paused and, in the spirit of fairness, allowed myself some time to fully appreciate the assemblage of noises that pounded through my skull.
Brandon, at that point, must have realized whom he was addressing, and his body stiffened to a sudden halt, momentarily liberating itself from the influence of the music as he likely recalled the countless instances we had exchanged such a dialogue in the past.
"Oh crap! No. Nevermind. I shouldn't have asked you that."
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