I've been listening to minimal techno all weekend. There's something about the cold gray spring rain in San Francisco that pairs well with minimal techno's understated aesthetic.
Minimal is also one of the few sounds that reminds me of the eerily accurate childhood visions I used to get of my adult life: towers of harsh black steel, monochrome city streets on overcast days, all-night underground raves, and the pastel desert sunrises that would follow.
Only a handful of musical genres speak to me like that, and most of them are really annoying to the people I hang out with (Please see: epic trance, pop punk). I'm glad this one is relatively inoffensive.