There is a particular pleasure in choosing the music you have sex to. It is one of the small, deliberate acts of taste that nobody really sees, and yet it shapes the whole of an evening. Lately I have been keeping a playlist for exactly this purpose, assembled slowly and with some care. It leans toward the slow and the slightly melancholic on occasion, but has a sprinkle of upbeat to change the rhythm when needed. I have linked it here, for anyone curious, or anyone who would like to borrow the atmosphere for an evening of their own.