I don't listen to the radio. What they call popular music these days (warbling overproduced gyrating blondes, the thumpathumpathumpa of rap, or the whiny man bitch emo drone) either makes feel very irritated or like I'm going to lapse into a coma.
In fact, I'm not what you'd call a music lover. At all. I can spend days alone in the house, listening only to the sounds outside, various cat antics, and the thoughts inside my own head without ever considering playing a CD. For some reason, I am incapable of other brain processes when music is playing. I have even been known to request music be silenced to better smell an interesting or alarming fragrance. When I listen to music, i can do nothing else.
Occasionally when I do get a desire for music, my tastes are odd. It's as if i am having a rare night dining out and only want the most unusual and exotic flavors to cross my palate. I like folky, artsy, unconventional music, mostly performed by women who write good lyrics and have A Voice (weird, amazing, unearthly...the voice has to be their own). Talent packaged in female quirk, I suppose you could call it. I also enjoy ethnic music...Brazilian, Japanese, Celtic, you name it.
In my search for unconventional music performed by women (which has led me to Bjork, Feist, PJ Harvey, Sinead O'Connor, Amy Winehouse, Rasputina, Tori Amos and so many others) I have found the woman who I would like to sing my theme song, if one was ever to be written. Nellie McKay sounds like a snarky Doris Day lounge act. Her warm voice delivers sarcasm so smoothly you don't know that you've been slapped. I really enjoy her whole post-punk, Chanel suit sensibility.
(let me apologize in advance for The View, but I think she's charming in the interview)
And here's a song about an even truer love...