That shamanic and tribal spirit of YouTube videos | TV
If my nanny was on TV, which allowed my mother to take the shopping and make dinner without worrying about my brother and I gave him the tabarra with how much we got bored, my son's is the tablet. I would like to boast of exemplariness and to tell you that, as I write this column, he, to his six responsible and talented years, is formed and enjoys reading an English edition of The island of the treasure or listening The magic Flute, but no: it is empambrazando of Youtube videos in a device that every time I find it more difficult to keep under moral control (the other day I had to jump on El Hierro and take it away when I heard him say: "Siri, give me dirty videos of poop").
Like many other children, mine is hooked on a genre youtubic starred by gamers who record their games and narrate them while they play, to teach tricks and clues to other players. The hallucinatory thing is that many spectators see them for the mere pleasure of seeing them. My son is a fan of one of the stars of the genre, Ablistering. As a young Basque, I pretend that I do not understand his nickname and I call him Arístegui. What does Arístegui count today? I ask, so that my child corrects me (it is A-blis-te-ring!) And I am ignorant, which is the healthiest way for a son to treat a father.
And here comes the surprise: the videos of Arístegui-Ablistering are surprisingly good. He is a fabulous oral narrator, retransmits the games better than many sports announcers, is warm without being fussy and dominates the art of entertainment.
Thanks to these spontaneous and simple formats, today's children are rediscovering something that the children of yesterday did not have: the shamanic and tribal enchantment of the storyteller. In an era so overwhelming and sophisticated, Arístegui-Ablistering triumphs with the only resources of his voice and his narrative grace, means that my son, with his tabletIt is not so far from the children of Altamira.