My own self

So, being highly uninterested in music in a world where it sometimes seems like nigh on everyone is the exact opposite of that, I'm often stumped by the question 'what kind of music do you like, what do you listen to?'. 'Everything and nothing', I say, and would go merrily on my way, except for that one little problem which is my brain treating an unanswered question the way any given swarm of bees treats Winnie the Pooh.

So today, on the bus, I put my iPod (a gift - I would never _buy_ something to play music on) on Frequently played, and these are the things it played during the trip, in order, no cheating to make it look better or less embarrassing, though making the usual disclaimers as regards my faulty memory:
* Ode to Joy (Beethoven)
* Mighty Quinn (Manfred Mann)
* Make Your Own Kind of Music (The Mamas & the Papas)
* Papagaloepoeljoe (the parrot's fair-song in Rock'n Roll Wolf, no idea who made or performed it)
* Ding Dong Merrily on High (Celtic Woman - this one http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HDnZyVMhzUk )
* You're the First, The Last, My Everything (Barry White)
* The New Adventures of Winnie the Pooh-theme
* Fire fine lenestola (Hans Rotmo) (skipped)
* Canon in D (Pachabel) (listened to half before skipping)
* Son of Man (from "Tarzan", Phil Collins) (skipped)
* Ode to a Superhero (Weird Al) (skipped)
* Take Me Home, Country Roads (John Denver)
* Gunfight Epiphany (Rob Duncan)


So there you have it, once and for all: everything, and nothing.