I listen to everything. On the way to work, the gym or the hockey rink- I'm blaring some Die Antwoord, perhaps some Pantera or Slayer... something to pump myself up to kill something. Figuratively, that is.
But when I crawl home, the day's killings are done- I just want to kick back, fire up a nice cigar. Frank Sinatra, some BB King... something beautiful, peaceful. just some tapping in my foot, some beating in my heart, and thinking... fuck, this is living.