These days, I'm listening to most of my music on Rhapsody, which is pretty much a non-stop pop-gasm. You want to listen to anything ever recorded? Jack in.
Yet I still find myself wandering back to Amoeba Records in the Haight every few months. Why? Because unlike an online jukebox, Amoeba still fuckin' gets it.
For example, they have a whole section of Mexican rock, pop, and hip-hop. Here's a band called the Black Angels:
Oh, if only they'd tour with Turbonegro. Hey, at least that would be less racist than SalesGenie's Super Bowl ads. Honestly, WTF was up with those? An Indian man with seven children? A Chinese panda doing a "me so solly" bit? Were they co-written by Carlos Mencia and Michael Richards? We kept waiting for one with Orthodox Jews. "Oy! No way am I paying $3,000 for 35-54 Caucasian mothers in zip code 91080! I'll give you $1,000, final offer!"