My gym mix on my ipod and iphone is not unlike like Marmite.
No, not brown and shitey – what I mean is it’s a love or hate thing.
I’d like to think of it as catholic with a small c. A broad range of stuff, all of it hellishly commercial and mainstream and, no doubt, naff to the cool kids.
But unless a song comes up and slaps me on the face I won’t notice it. Music tends not to cross my radar unless I happen across it on radio on the way to and from work or unless the kids are listening to it.
I am trying to discover more music, really I am, but it can be hard.
I forgot my earphones yesterday when I went to the gym so I just plugged my phone into the gym’s stereo. One or two of the older heads bobbed, but the guy next to me on the cross-trainer shook his head when Michael Jackson came on.
I remembered my earphones today so I didn’t subject anyone else to my harrowing choices as I thrashed out another 50 minutes on the cross-trainer.
The song which helped me over the line was this club classic from David Guetta.
You can watch/listen to it below.
