Music is my boyfriend

This picture here is my new oyster card holder. Loving it. I went to see Dragonette for the second time last week and am convinced they are the best band out there at the moment. Hot singer, with her hot husband on the bass. Very sexy music, and she looked incredible in a jacket, a quiff and fishnets. A look I might try in my day job...

Other bands that are in my good books at the moment: The Sounds, Gossip (what's not to like??), Imogen Heap (some of it's a bit Dido but Hide and Seek is gorgeous), Kate Nash, Metronomy, CSS (going to see them next month), Regina Spektor, Deluka. These have been my soundtracks over the last couple of months.

I find that certain tunes are hardwired to particular moments in time: music is definitely more evocative than smells or photos for me. I'll never forget one memorable conversation at university about the music people had lost their virginity to (can you remember?) The winner was Mr R, with a live recording of John Coltrane playing Naima. We were all impressed by that. Smooth move sir. More innocently, I'll remember Hey as the song I first recall flirting to - this makes me sound cooler than I was; Santana's version of Black Magic Woman being the soundtrack to my first kiss, Ms Dyn-a-mit-he-he-he as the song where I fell in love most recently - not exactly an obvious choice, I know; Crazy as the song that came on (it was almost spooky) both times I was breaking up with people last year - thanks Gnarls for that.

And then there's the hilarious Joe Satriani guitar wank that G and I thought was so cool when we were 14 and on our first parent-free holiday - interspered with the more socially acceptable album Blue by Joni Mitchell. There's Remember Me and He's on the Phone that characterised the gin-fuelled second term of my first year at university. I got really bored dancing to Lust for Life at various rubbish clubs in London and Oxford. Erykah Badu reminds me of being confused and revising a lot. Loop Guru and Portishead are like distant memories through a slightly dope-induced haze. The Cardigans before they got rockier, Orbital and the Beastie Boys were what I drove to as a 17 year old discovering the joys of not relying on parents for lifts.

Could go on but it might get embarrassing... whatever, thank you Apple for giving me joy through my ipod, thank you myspace for reopening a whole world of music for me, and thank you job that requires two hours of sitting on a train each day and passing the time by listening to such talent. I bet every other passenger is glad I've just bought some of those sound-absorbing headphones.