In my latest piece for The Loftus Party, I discuss that which soothes the savage breast:

No form of entertainment is more personal than your taste in music. It’s as unique as a fingerprint and tells an interested observer more about you than the much-vaunted Myers-Briggs Type Indicator (I’m an INTJ, BTW and FYI). But what about those most private parts of your musical taste? Those bands, those tunes that you listen to in secret, too embarrassed to discuss? Who would not be humiliated if one’s secret love of ABBA were to be made public, let alone public on the internet?

I go full monty on this piece, so you’d better click on over before it’s taken down.