My beloved hates him singing, but will tolerate his dulcet tones on Theme Time.
We are as one regarding Prince, in a good way.
She kind of nods approvingly to most of the stuff I bring in, and tends to play the other godawful shite she likes in the car...so everyone's happy!

wife can't handle diamanda galas.then again neither can anyone else i know.

she loves the music of Nick Cave, Tom Waits, Bruce Springsteen, Leonard Cohen and some really good Italian musicians like Fabrizio De André. And she introduced me to one of my all time favourite pieces of music, Alina by Arvo Pärt.

likes Joan Armatrading, Donovan and Thomas Tallis.

So do I.

The only problem is that she doesn't much like anything else except Joan Armatrading, Donovan and Thomas Tallis.

Sennheiser; you know it makes sense.

Sounds a bit like something invented by Hugh Fearnley-Whatshisname for one of his Dorset community get-togethers, as seen on TV.

Like you we agree on REM, and Jamiroquai is stictly forbidden in my presence, though thankfully his appeal seems to have waned.

We do have other common ground and will happily go to gigs together, but listening is largely a solitary pleasure, which is fine by me.

hated a Richard Thompson solo concert of his own stuff but liked 1000 years of popular music - she came because it was my birthday present.
She likes anything that basically doesn't require any effort on the part of the listener which is odd considering the amount of time and effort that the fairer sex put into eavesdropping on other peoples conversations.

I threw most of her more offensive items into a box, including Jamiroquai and The Best Rap Album In The World... Ever and introduced her to Richard Hawley, Scott Walker and Rilo Kiley amongst others. Meanwhile, she continues to feel for a pulse whenever Depeche Mode hits the iPod and introduced me to the joy of Hey You, The Rocksteady Crew.

My 300 CDs plus her 75 or so resulted in a single duplicate "Nomads Indians Saints" by the Indigo Girls. As for a common ground, I tolerate most of what she likes and she ...er... doesn't like anything of mine.

...all this 'the lady wife' and 'fairer sex' 'women gossip and like crap music' nonsense. Have we arrived in a Terry and June episode without me noticing?

Signed

A Girl who wouldn't allow Jamiroquai on the turntable (although may have to admit to a bit of an Abba habit).

we have areas where we agree and are generally tolerant of the things that the other doesn't like.

He is the indie kid, I have a love of cheese, rock, pop, disco, dance, hip-hop and electronica.

And in our house I own the prog and he hates it. I think I am more fond of RT, Sigur Ros and the 'beepy' stuff like Maps and Four Tet than he.

However, I loathe the Manic Street Whingers and that is where our gender divide occurs.

....is a struggle for the missus, which, as we went to see the Phil Beer Band last night, was nudging her dangerously out of her comfort zone. And like Paul Beard, anything with Convention or Fairport in the title is a trial for her.