This week, Sam, baby daughter of Jonna over at Jonniker, gives us her thoughts on this recent article discussing whether or not babies dig classical music. Let’s see what she has to say!

Hey-yo! Sam here. Listen, I don’t know know who wrote this study, or what kind of snobbypants academic nerdfest came up with this hypothesis, but I’ll tell you: Classical music bores me to tears. No, that’s not a metaphor. I’ve been known to break out in full sobs because my mom decided that Chopin was supposed to be soothing. Soothing! AS IF. I just keep picturing all of my friends in tiny tuxedoes, heading out to the opera, and I want to punch them all directly in the face. 

Classical music! It brings on tears AND rage!

The thing is, I really dig music. I can move my tushie to almost anything that has a beat, and believe me, I do. (And rather well, if I say so myself.) But classical doesn’t do it for me, and neither does the crap my mom blares through that giant music machine at home. My dad says her music sounds like a bunch of screeching crows on opiates, and I’m not sure what that means, but it doesn’t sound good, so I’m going to agree. 

I mean, how could they forget Laurie Berkner? “Pig On Her Head” is a classic jam right there. And have you guys heard the beats that DJ Lance Rock, well, rocks on Yo Gabba Gabba? That’s my scene. Hip, fly and fresh, with a bass line I can really sink my knees down into and get my butt wagging the way it’s supposed to. That guy’s a trip, too, and one heck of a dancer. Have you seen his rendition of “The Eagle Has Landed”? It involves a lot of arm wiggling, and it’s pretty cool. I’m good at it, too, but I’m no DJ Lance. There is only one, after all.

(via Parent Dish)