Everyone has a different idea of what constitutes good music. In our household the controversy rages unchecked. Thankfully, Indy isn't yet a critic, happily listening to anything we play. He enjoys a nice twirl around the living room with whatever partner he can find, as well. Often time I will dance with him, but just as often, he must make do with a less than human counterpart. This poor put upon stuffed wolf is usually his dance victim.
Indy will dance to his music, my music or his dad's music, it matters not at all to him. So, be it Madagascar Soundtrack's "I like to move it", Hendrix ripping out "Voodoo Child", or Curt Cobain wailing about "Teen Spirit" its all an excuse to get up and dance for Indy.
I wish I had even a quarter of the energy he expends on dancing and clapping to his favorite songs!