right now I am listening to a punk band called Gay For Johnny Depp which essentially involves a man screaming at me over some white noise and guitars. Two days ago it was Burt Bacarach and Imogen Heap, and last week it was B.o.B and Dizzee.
I’m all over the place, as long as it’s reasonably boring and modern, although I am trying to branch out a bit there are always some comfortable favourites that I keep going back to. My favourite band appears to be a bunch of 45 year olds called the National who sing about getting married and hiding in the guest room in a deep husky voice, although they did scream at me on the first album I heard.
