Writing at midnight leads to weird things...
The jazz was like honey. The blues like butterscotch. The rock and alternative varied between white, milk and dark chocolate depending on its harshness. The classical was clear caramel. The heavy metal reminded me of an unsweetened bar of baker’s chocolate that I once burned and then tried to save by adding copious amounts of sugar. It wasn’t my thing. Neither was the pop that was like that horrendous cheese popcorn so many people seem to like. The trance/techno/electronica music was caramel popcorn: crunchy, but soft and sweet, and easy to consume.
If this is any good in the morning, maybe I'll use it for a future story. Goodnight, globlets.