Just Because You Listened To ‘Despacito’ All Summer Doesn’t Mean You Like Spanish Music
I made you a playlist. I hope that’s not too much since we just met via the Internet, but you know what is too much? Requesting this song, and only this song, at every party, barbecue, and family get-together you have attended this summer.
I understand where you’re coming from. I, too, was once a young suburban teenager discovering Daddy Yankee for the first time, blasting “Gasolina” in my white Pontiac mini-van (93.5 LA KALLE PAPÁ).
We don’t know each other, technically, but I feel like I know you, because you definitely fall into one of two categories: A) each and every one of my friends or B) anyone between the ages of 16 and 45 right now.
Either way, I made you a playlist. I hope that’s not too much since we just met via the Internet, but you know what is too much? Requesting this song, and only this song, at every party, barbecue, and family get-together you have attended this summer.
Your family and friends will thank me for introducing you to the vast, historic and cultural world of Spanish music — three words that will neverrrr describe Justin Bieber. See how I rolled my R’s there? That’s how it’s supposed to sound.
I’m giving you a few catchy songs to dip your toes in, and then I’m just gonna throw you to the sharks, I mean tiburones. You’ll see a few familiar names along the way (you didn’t know Beyoncé sang in Spanish, did you?), and hopefully discover some new favorites in the process.
If there is one thing I can impart to you now, while I have your attention, I want it to be this: If you HAVE to continue listening to “Despacito” once the summer ends, at least make sure it’s the salsa version. 
