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Sorry 'bout posting on the weekend and all, but tomorrow I'm going away for a week, so I thought I'd like to get this one in before I go. Here's the deal: I'd like you to detail some of your most memorable, possibly transcendental musical (or even aural) experiences, of all time, ever. Has music (sound) ever moved you to tears? of joy? Has it ever inspired you to behave in an atypical way? Has it ever lifted your mind into spiralling heavens of cosmic majesty (Turbonegro, perhaps)? I'd like to read about it.

― Mitch Lastnamewithheld, Saturday, 30 June 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

I have had an unbelievably shite life. Sometimes I think I came into this world as Hitler and my current life acts as karmic redress for those Hitler deeds. When I first heard Beethoven's 9^th Symphony, however, it felt as though everything I had gone through didn't matter. Indeed - I can't recall ever feeling wonder and joy as I did at that moment. I even felt that I could go through all that bullshit again just to experience his Symphony in that state of delight. Alas I have never recaptured that feeling.

― Kodanshi, Saturday, 30 June 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

I think I was awestruck, or something close to it, when I first heard the KLF's "Last Train To Trancentral" on the radio - the idea at a young age that anyone in pop was this intelligent, and this gifted, and had this many ideas.

― Robin Carmody, Saturday, 30 June 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

listening to Gus Gus "Is Jesus your pal" or Smogs "dress sexy at my funeral" were this weeks. I love music so i am amazed by its ability to transcend twice a week .

― anthony, Sunday, 1 July 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

I was moved to tears by "here today, gone tomorrow" the night I heard that Joey Ramone had just died. That's not that transcendental, though. just sad.

hard to pinpoint one transcendental exeperience, but goldberg variations, al green and otis redding, irma thomas' "2 winters long", the harder they come soundtrack, john the revelator, birthday party - mutiny in heaven (made me vomit on lsd), sugarpie desanto and etta james - down in the basement, blind gary davis - wish i could see, have all shook me up & given me chills .

― fritz, Sunday, 1 July 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

Gorky's Zygotic Mynci's 'Tatay' album, specifically the end section, is still the most incredibly beautiful thing I've ever heard. I'm also almost devastated to the point of tears by how crap they are now. (Ok, slight exaggeration, but it's still bloody sad.)

― Jamie Morrison, Sunday, 1 July 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

I've wittered on about this elsewhere on ILM, but hearing My Bloody Valentine's "Soon" for the first time took me so high and so far out that nothing has yet has come close. I've heard some amazing and mind- blowing music since that first experience, but nothing has ever gone ahead and simply stopped time like that.

― Ned Raggett, Sunday, 1 July 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

I cried the first time I heard Kasey Chambers' The Captain

― Geoff, Sunday, 1 July 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

Cocteau Twins Heaven or Las Vegas.

― Mike Hanley, Sunday, 1 July 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

"Burning House of Love" and "Nausea" by X.

― Tracer Hand, Sunday, 1 July 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

walking through San Francisco listening to the first Neutrual Milk Hotel album...a powerful feeling that brought me close to tears but it was 1 part joy and 1 part sadness which is what life is all about I guess...and then, bringing drugs into this makes me feel silly, but have to be honest -- a few years ago I did E for the first time, and combined that with hearing Loveless for the first time. That compltely turned my head around, as far as music goes, and I doubt I'll ever have such an intense appreciation of sound again. Me and 3 friends listened to the entire album 5 or 6 times back to back. It was like the music was floating in front of me and I could touch it, more warm and beautiful than I had ever imagined.

― Mark, Sunday, 1 July 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

"Reflections of a life"-Marmalade...."Whispering pines"-The Band..."Same"-Smith and Mighty.....all songs I heard at pretty tough moments in my life and made things seem not so unberable.

― Michael, Sunday, 1 July 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

*unbearable

― , Sunday, 1 July 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

John Foxx's "The Garden." That song is transcendent in a way only a few great poems are--the sense of longing, of a world lost, of aloneness in "the long light."

― X. Y. Zedd, Sunday, 1 July 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

Okay, okay...Mercury Rev live in Amsterdam around '95. That afternoon was wasted on a excellent acid-trip...so finally coming down we went to the show: Built to Spill (hilariously silly), Pavement (boring-as- fuck) and somewhere in the middle The Rev. Massive! One hour whirlwind of sound, only the hardcore fans could find some recognizable tune in the storm. Strobes didn't get turned off for the duration of the show. They looked like gods. Everybody hated them. I shed tears of joy. The most sublime sound in the universe ever.

― Omar, Monday, 2 July 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

People often ask me about eternal happiness (well, not really, but there you go). I reply that I've experienced eternal happiness several times during the breakdown in Rockerfeller Skank during Fatboy Slim's set in Glastonbury 98.

Moving me to tears isn't that difficult, with a sad song. Stan Rogers' version of Lies will get it done most every time, I find.

And Pulp's F.E.E.L.I.N.G.C.A.L.L.E.D.L.O.V.E.at Homelands got me crying tears of joy for gloriously boringly literal reasons.

Music moves me to behave in an atypical fashion (dance like a spaz) several times down Crash of a Sunday night. Ow.

― Andrew Farrell, Monday, 2 July 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

John Foxx' "the garden". Wow. That is a good one. However, whenever I hear "Sailing By", by Ronald Binge which is the theme music for the shipping forecast on british radio, I get this remarkable sense of being taken somewhere else. Quite good for a wheezy little bit of light orchestral music.

xoxo

― Norman Fay, Monday, 2 July 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

Hearing "Seductive Barry" stoned at night in my red salon sends me in an unusual introspective trance during which I become utterly amorphous, absorbed by powerful visions of the girls I love. When comes the grandiose finale, my heart pulsates with the bassdrum and for a moment I am breathless, all senses sharp. It's like a possession.

I have cried to "I Won't Share You". And maybe "Plainsong" as well, some time in October surely, when rain is slashing the skies and you are 17 years old and it really does feel like the end of the world...

― Simon, Monday, 2 July 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

I remember sitting on the tailgate of the family station wagon, with my babysitter, this New England factory town bad girl, as she cooed "My Cherie Amour" in my ear. She had a transistor radio, I would follow her everywhere.

And seeing the Weather Girls at Limelight for one of their gay nights in the late 80s, surrounded by buffed up Chelsea guys, proto-circuit queens, screaming in unison after the drum beat right before the chorus kicked in. I felt that great gay oneness I read about in Last Night a DJ Saved My Life, it was beautiful. Fuck Geri Halliwell.

And watching the chairs rain down from the balcony of the Ritz while the DJ (who was once the singer in teenybop Sparks wannabes Milk 'n' Cookies) played T. Rex's "Ripoff" during the great Public Image Limited playing-behind-the-video-screen debacle of '81. I wouldn't exactly call it a riot, but it was very exciting.

And just last month I cried listening to the Go-Betweens "Bachelor Kisses" as I started a cross country drive by myself. I was feeling stressed out and lonely in New Jersey. I'd just driven through New York without stopping to see any of my friends and I put on this tape I'd made for my ex-boyfriend in 1986 or so, one that I got back after he died a few years ago. It really reminded me of a happier time...

More transcendental moments, in brief: the first time I heard "Search and Destroy", Tom Verlaine's guitar in Patti Smith's "Break It Up", "Funkytown" everywhere on the streets of New York during the transit strike when I first moved there, listening to "Song for Europe" on headphones in my parent's living room and feeling very grandiose and continental.

― Arthur, Tuesday, 3 July 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

Paul Simon's "Songs from the Capeman" -- especially the last track. But start to finish, an album which I listened too while I fell in love, and which I listened too while it all went wrong.

― Sterling Clover, Tuesday, 3 July 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

What Anthony said above, about this sort of transcendence being a regular occurrence. It's why I've spent so much of my life listening to and playing music. It is the cheapest fastest most reliable route to transcendence I can think of.

― Mr. Mark Lerner, Thursday, 5 July 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

There was that whole deal with "There She Goes" where it ran -- from start to finish -- through my head everytime I saw this one girl...

...stupid Christian cunt. God she had pretty eyes.

― JM, Thursday, 5 July 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

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