Why am I listening to Rap Music?

The rhythm seems to be stuck under my skin, and every so often lately it crawls to the surface and won't let go. I don't listen to rap. Ever. At work I've got everyone trained to know that if rap comes on the radio, we're changing the channel.
I actually got frustrated in the car the other day when I couldn't figure out what the number was to the local rap station, I know there has to be one, and was stuck with pop music or nirvana. Uck. Why can't i have a CD player like the rest of the universe.
I've come to the conclusion that it's one of my muses taking hold and getting me prepped for some story that needs to be told. I'm kind of hoping it's kane or jude, because if Carter has started to like rap music, gods help us all. So far though, no one is claiming it. Maybe they know I'll kick their ass if I find out who's got me listening to the cable rap channel to someone named scrappy something or other.
LL was on earlier. Now there is some rap music I can listen to. Why isn't there an all LL all the time channel? What am I supposed to do, put Halloween H20 on automatic replay?
I'm taking a break for the moment from reading the LKH Incubus Dreams. I kind of had to. She's got us all in the middle of this big scene with JC and Richard, then all of a sudden I'm supposed to switch gears back to Police mode and Zerbrowski? This book, more than any other, you really have to seperate your own sense of self and fantasies from Anita's. And it's frustrating because every time I think Anita's life is going somewhere I can live with, she takes a step back, or seems to. The police stuff, and mystery, seems to be a hook LKH uses so she can call the book a 'mystery' instead of highly erotic paranormal whatever. Still, about every three sex scenes, we're expected to sit through the police stuff, only I find myself less and less interested. Because I know it's not going to be that well drawn out, as it was in some of the earlier books.
OK, this rap music is not working. It's all about rappers and their girlfriends. Whatever happened to the faster beat, hard core rap? I don't really have any particular interest in hearing about drugs death or killing cops, but I mean come on. I won't be able to understand it anyway, right?

Quotes of the day, from Incubus Dreams:
He licked my face, a quick flick of the tongue, and then he laughed, and it wasn't masculine, it was just Jason making a joke. Jason who would make a joke on the way to hell, even if it meant extra time and a worse punishment. No matter what form he was in, he was still Jason.
oh crap, if this rap station is going to play that rollin with the homies garbage, I'm going to slam my fist through the wall. Anyhow, there's the line where I was like, yeah, that's what I love about Jason-were.
And the other one, the one that had me cracking up. At the same time it's proof that you have to seperate yourself from your own reality and Anita's. There are things in the book that, as Anita would say, just flat out do it for me. Then there are things that IRL would be just repulsive, but in her own little fictional world I can sit back and watch. Anyway. Just when you think Richard is getting a bit more mature about everything.

Richard strode through the door, and his energy flung across the room like hot sparks from a fire. It hurt where it touched my skin like small biting insects. What do you say when you find your ex-fiancee fucking a leopardman? Richard knew just what to say. "The last time I saw anything this sick was in one of Raina's porno movies."

it's the 'richard knew just what to say' that cracks me up every time.

I've got to go now. They're playing Run DMC, and I might just have to get up and do the snoopy dance. See ya.