MUCH as we hate to admit it, blokes often develop what little musical taste we possess from hanging around with women.
We might bemoan their inability to put the right CD in the right fucking case, get all condescending about their blissful ignorance of the intricacies of Jah Wobble’s early career or straight take the piss out of their lamentable regard for Coldplay, but women tend to like stuff because they actually like it, not because it’s fashionable and they think they should. Unlike many blokes.
I once had a bit of a blind spot for soul music. No, it’s true. I didn’t see the point of it. Who needs sappy love songs when you could be listening to Killing Joke? Even disco seemed more worthwhile. At least you can dance to disco. What can you do to soul music?
I found out exactly what you could do to soul music thanks to a couple of girlfriends who played Midnight At The Oasis, Lovely Day, Sexual Healing and the like, all day and all night. Eventually, I got the point. I think psychologists call it positive reinforcement ..
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