The Doctor's never been one for music. Especially not this hip-hop punk-pop the kids listen to these days. He gets very confused (and occasionally frightened by the sudden boom from an old-fashioned boom box, or headphones ripping from someone's iPod incidentally). He can get used to some things, but he'll never truly understand what people get from sound waves put together with someone talking in a rhythmic fashion behind that.
Clara had an iPod, so The Doctor got interested one day, and while she was getting ready to leave (it was Wednesday, and he'd made it on time this time. She hadn't been prepared { he was always late }), pulled the iPod over. He took one look at it and negatively sneered, snubbing human technology. What more could you expect from a Time Lord such as himself? He'd seen a lot. This wasn't new.
"This.. does," it didn't take The Doctor long to get a hold of how to work it. He didn't even have to get his screwdriver out. "Here we are," Clara's iPod already had a pair of earphones plugged in, so without further difficulty, The Doctor slipped them into his ears (uncomfortable as they were), then scrolled through her iPod, checking out some of her music. He recognized none of it.
Shakira? Taylor Swift? Rihanna? The Doctor was slightly concerned at the parents of these singers. If these were their real names..
"So I just.." he tapped one of the songs, and jumped, nearly throwing the device. It was nearly at full volume, and he got a bit of a fright. One of the ear buds fell out, and he frowned. He could still hear it, even without the ear buds in. "At least it works better than the old-timey devices." Said The Doctor, to nobody but himself, as far as he was aware. He picked the buds back up, putting them both back in, listening to.. music. He couldn't be specific. A quick glance at the artist name confirmed who it was.
"Taylor Swift, blank space," he tapped the song again, enlarging the picture. He'd never heard of her, but could tell why humans listened to her. "Pretty voice. Did she write this?"
Halfway through the song, The Doctor felt a hand on his shoulder, and snapped his head up to see Clara standing there, arms folded across her chest now, with an amused expression. What? At least he hadn't been singing - that would have been a whole different situation. Not that he was bad at it. The Doctor, unsure, returned the smile, pulling one of the ear buds out as the song ended.
"Nice iPod." The compliment every girl dreamed of.