I like music. I like rap music. I even enjoy ignorant gangster rap. I don’t enjoy Soulja Boy and other songs that hypnotize people into doin’ a series of coordinated dance moves. Only dance I’ll do nowadays is the Electric Slide and maybe the Young Joc motorcycle thing. What happened to Young Joc anyway? Eh, that’s a question for another day.

When I’m in my car, I blast boisterous rap unless I’m pulling into my predominantly white neighborhood. It’s the only type of music that I play. I don’t play R&B. I, similar to SBM, hate R&B. There was a point where I had a few R&B albums in my ipod or on a CD, but I eventually got rid of ’em. I tried. I really did. Granted, there are a few songs that still get play, but those songs have a rapper on ’em or the beat is really uptempo. If it’s not uptempo enough for me to work out to it, I.Don’t.Want.It.

I listen to music to feel good and get my energy level up. R&B doesn’t accomplish this for me. Actually, it fails horribly at said task. Listenin’ to someone croon about how they lost the best thing they ever had in their life or how they finally found love puts me in a mellow and non-productive mood.

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How can hearing someone sing about love not make you happy? Are you just bitter?

I have absolutely nothin’ to be bitter about. I’ve found and lost love before. Most of us have. I can appreciate a singer’s talent when I hear it, but I can’t imagine rollin down the street smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice wit the windows rolled down on a hot summer day blastin’ some R&B sh*t. That just won’t happen unless I’m with a boobookins and she’s drivin’, in which case I’ll be rockin’ ear muffs or tryin’ to aggressively make conversation to make sure the music stays off or is barely audible in the background. It’s a win-win situation no matter how you look at it. Pleasant conversation in exchange for no emotional arse music.

I also can’t imagine sittin’ in my apartment drinkin’ a beer or other alcoholic beverage and then decidin’ to turn some R&B ish on. Why do I wanna hear that when I’m cleanin’ the bathroom or washin’ my sheets? Granted, it may have played a role in why I’m washin’ my sheets, but it’s really not something I would just think to start blastin’ in the crib or have playin’ in the background. Maybe there’s an ice box where my heart used to be, or I’m really tryin’ to avoid bein’ some emo ass dude. No matter how you look at it, I just don’t like that type of music.

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Now for a lot of folks, particularly the ladies from my experience, R&B is a major part of their daily lives. To not have R&B playin’ at every opportunity is to not have water or nourishment. I can respect that, but I sometimes wonder if my disdain for R&B really drops me off a woman’s radar. I’m also wondering if there are other people out there that feel the way that I do about this type of music.

Is there anybody who can deal without R&B? What do you think about this genre? Are there folks who won’t date someone because they don’t know or like R&B? Have I condemned myself to eternal loneliness? Let’s talk about the good, the bad, and the  ugly. At least I know I’m not not ugly. Gooday.

Rap music is love music too,

slim jackson