I love music, but I have sort of eclectic tastes in music so I never listen to the radio--at home, I listen to my nearly 13,000 song library; for the car, I have a jump drive with an assortment of about 1,200 songs on it. I swear I'm not a hipster, but a lot of my music is folk/Americana (which is funny, because I can't stand country), singer/songwriter, or video game scores (which are great for writing). Again, I'm really 
not a hipster, but you've probably never heard of most of my favorite artists. 

 (For the curious, my top 5: Nichole Nordeman, Sleeping At Last, Andrew Peterson, Josh Garrels, The Oh Hellos; probably the most mainstream artist I really like and listen to is Florence + The Machine, though I don't think her other two albums really compare well to 
Ceremonials.)
I so rarely read anything that was published (or at any rate written) in my lifetime. In the past five years, I can easily name the books I've read that 
were published since I was born: 
Mother Earth Father Sky by Sue Harrison (and its sequels, 
My Sister the Moon and 
Brother Wind), 
Song of the River and 
Cry of the Wind by Sue Harrison (
Cry of the Wind ended on such a happy note that I haven't gotten around to reading the third book, 
Call Down the Stars), and 
The Grace of Kings by Ken Liu. I'm not counting Tolkien's posthumously published works, since they were still 
written well before I was before--considering Tolkien 
died well before I was born. Aside from those, the most recent books I've read in the past five years were 
Ender's Game and 
Neuromancer, four and five years before I was born respectively. (I hated 
Neuromancer, but I love its opening line: "The sky was the color of television tuned to a dead channel.")