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At the moment, I seem to listen a lot to Podcasts or Radio 4 comedies on my iPod. They get me through the morning commute and help to snap me out of a boredom induced stupor or frustration induced sulk, if the day isn't going particularly well. I listen to soundtracks quite a bit too, immersing myself in my own imagination for a while.
I listened to 'Born on a Pirate Ship' by the Barenaked Ladies today (my taste in music, like my taste in most things, being deeply un-trendy). Love the band, love this album. What struck me was that when I listened to some of the songs on the train, I had to stop myself from singing along. I haven't listened to a song I love in ages. The difference between those songs and other songs being, I suppose, that they're the ones that make you feel a catch in your throat - not because of emotion but because the words seem to form themselves. I can't listen to 'Straw Hat and Old Dirty Hank' or 'When I Fall' without wanting to sing them. The songs you love seem to want to be sung.