Joe Theobald, aka DJ Captain Wormhole, Looks at all things vinyl 

BARACK Obama, the 44th president of the United States, has amongst his many virtues, a good taste in music.

On the campaign trail in ‘08 he was listening to Coltrane, Davis, Ludacris and Jay Z, and his favourite Stones track is Gimme Shelter. A Telegraph story from last year covers the first black president’s Night and Day playlists which, after popular demand, were posted on Spotify. They are compiled of more Jazz including a track from Lady Day, Hip-Hop, Rock, Soul and R’n’B. Obama’s presidency has been a good one, and I don’t doubt that his calm and personable, authoritative manner has been tempered by the select choice of beats he pumps into his big old sound holes. We are what we eat after all, and music is the food of love, and love is power, or something like that.

In a few weeks Obama will be the 44th ex-president of the United States, and in his place the world may well wake to the unsettling sight of not just America’s, but the planet’s first bona fide orange president. Naturally everyone is hunkering down in a state of denial this side of the pond, necessary catharsis dictates that we must, and how could our American cousins really be so stupid? But of course we’ve got a big smouldering pile of a recent democratic decision making right at home to remind us that the people’s will doesn’t always play the way of sage, reasoned deduction. Polls can’t be trusted either.

The internet wasn’t as forthcoming with info on Trump’s musical tastes. Apparently he thinks Michael Jackson and Elton John are terrific and there was some unrequited admiration going on for Neil Young, but I get the impression that really his passions lie elsewhere. I’ve checked and there is a Spanish version of Pink Floyd’s Another Brick In The Wall which I could certainly picture him listening to while he tucks into a tasty taco bowl in Trump Tower. For visual stimulation I can clearly picture a wall of TVs playing the muted video of Britney Spears’ Hit Me Baby One More Time on repeat.

Franklin D. Roosevelt was first elected to the presidency in 1929. During his campaign he made every effort to keep the public ignorant to his reliance on a wheelchair. Isn’t it nice how far the free world has come, that in the 21st century a presidential candidate can openly flaunt their mental and pholical physical shortcomings without feal Next week: Rob the Mod