More of Baby’s (music) aesthetics

In the morning I greet him and he smiles. Later I tell him “Hiii” a few times and again he mirrors it with “Nyaai!”, to my exhuberance. I read to him. He won’t have the reading, he likes the talking, and interrupts me at three intervals with “Nyaaai!”, each time again to my exhuberance. Meanwhile he’s bored with me saying only this back to him, and I have nothing else to say (for which I’m sorry), so I go again to music. Most of the music I try on him causes a blandly bemused expression. As he has just come from a realm of certain objectivity about many matters, I regard this as a sign that most of my music is, objectively, blandly bemusing. ..okay, tastes are subjective. .. sort of. The title screen music from Game Cube’s “Wario Ware” causes curiousity and involvement. The Star Trek Voyager title music causes interest without blandness. He cries when I stop playing Wario Ware, stops crying when I start it again. To the Star Wars title music he tenses up and darts his eyes around.