'Cos You Dance To Disco And You Don't Like Rock...

Well, I've extracted a Top Ten from Mrs Abahachi, and thought that I might as well go ahead and get the discussion rolling. On reflection, Valentine's Day might be the last date we should get involved in questions of musical incompatibility with one's other half; it might make singletons like Sourpus feel even more left out of things (or, quite possibly, deeply relieved), and anyway the debate then tends to be about choice of romantic viewing rather than music: I say Casablanca, you say Notting Hill...

Actually that reminds me of an important caveat: the point of this discussion is not to sneer or snigger at the musical tastes of our significant others - after all, they probably overlap with those of someone else on the 'Spill - but to wonder how (to paraphrase Duke Ellington on the subject of jazz) such great extremes as currently exist can rub along together under the same roof. So, in considering these lists (and I do hope you're all going to join in), what matters is not so much the contents in their own right as the juxtaposition with a given Spiller's known preference for, for example, classic 80s pop, miserable Scottish indie, noise-drone-rumble-core or, in the case of the Abahachi household, avant-garde European jazz with occasional NWOBHM and Bob Dylan.

Mrs Abahachi's Top Ten
1. Mozart, Requiem
2. Night and Day, sung by A Male Singer who probably isn't Frank Sinatra
3. Vivaldi, Mandolin Concerto
4. The crowd at Cardiff Arms Park singing Mae Hen Wlad fy Nhadau
5. La Cumpasita, as heard on Some Like It Hot
6. Barbara Dickson, Another Suitcase in Another Hall
7. Billy Joel, The Stranger
8. Mozart, Marriage of Figaro
9. Beatles, Let It Be
10. Emma Kirkby, Columba Aspexit

Incidentally, if I'd been guessing at this I'd have got five out of ten.