True music lovers have a soundtrack for everything. There's a disc to play while mopping the floor and one just right for putting contact paper in the cupboard. There are others ideal for Sunday brunching, cramming for aptitude tests, doing federal taxes, trimming your kitty's claws and changing the newspaper under your cockatoo. And even for doing what the zoot suit-wearing peacocks in barrios of yester-yore called "the horizontal mambo."
You can tell a great deal about Joe and Mary America by their choice of coital soundtrack. Iggy Pop, Bjork or Igor Stravinsky? PJ Harvey, PP Arnold, Marvin Gaye, Caetano Veloso, Morrissey, Nina Simone or Dusty Springfield? The mighty Zeppelin, the mighty Spinners or the Mighty Bosstones? The Cramps,...
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