It's August and even Mumsnet is quiet so it's a good time for an emotional thread as very few VG+ers are hangin' around to point and laugh at my tears.
Burt
So DW ( that's Dear Wife) told me yesterday she had desperately tried to get Burt Bacharach tickets for my birthday but failed. I was really touched and emotional, not because it was a beautiful thing to do nor that she had failed, but because I know full well I'd be a blubbering wreck hearing Him playing His own compositions. Just dwelling briefly on what it would feel like to hear various intros to his songs 'live' with an orchestra made me fill up. I came to the conclusion I would never be able to handle it.
Todd
I saw Todd on my 40th birthday. Thoroughly enjoyable, he ripped through great tracks from various LPs and I even had the pleasure of him shaking my hand and wishing me a happy birthday afterwards. It was truly awesome but not emotional.
Fast forward to a few years ago and Todd at Hammersmith. A friend got the tickets and I wasn't paying attention so had no idea that for the second half of this particular gig he would play 'A Wizard, a True Star' in its entirety. Realising this in the foyer was exciting, the reality was tear-streaked emotion. All lovers of 'Wizard' will know it's great but one of the most poorly recorded albums in history because of the overdubs and pressing (Todd played everything on it)
Hearing sparkling, in true hi- fi live, with his experienced backing band playing it straight and Todd in fine, fine voice was just overwhelming. Blubbed for England at various points, as did the burly West Ham fan next to me who listened exclusively to Todd all his life as obsessively as he supported the Hammers. Mad.
Elvis
I was 15 when Elvis died and distinctly remember being dumbstruck that various Teddy Boys who lived down the road cried all day and were inconsolable for weeks after. I didn't understand then but I think I do now.
It's quiet and there are not many people reading so please to share truly emotional musical experiences of your own.
Organised catharsis is good.
If revisiting emotional experiences is overwhelming shake it off by reading this old Mumsnet thread to discover the true meaning of 'Drink from my fountain', 'My Foo Foo is blowing you kisses' and learn a novel use for the Theme From The Sooty Show.
Burt
So DW ( that's Dear Wife) told me yesterday she had desperately tried to get Burt Bacharach tickets for my birthday but failed. I was really touched and emotional, not because it was a beautiful thing to do nor that she had failed, but because I know full well I'd be a blubbering wreck hearing Him playing His own compositions. Just dwelling briefly on what it would feel like to hear various intros to his songs 'live' with an orchestra made me fill up. I came to the conclusion I would never be able to handle it.
Todd
I saw Todd on my 40th birthday. Thoroughly enjoyable, he ripped through great tracks from various LPs and I even had the pleasure of him shaking my hand and wishing me a happy birthday afterwards. It was truly awesome but not emotional.
Fast forward to a few years ago and Todd at Hammersmith. A friend got the tickets and I wasn't paying attention so had no idea that for the second half of this particular gig he would play 'A Wizard, a True Star' in its entirety. Realising this in the foyer was exciting, the reality was tear-streaked emotion. All lovers of 'Wizard' will know it's great but one of the most poorly recorded albums in history because of the overdubs and pressing (Todd played everything on it)
Hearing sparkling, in true hi- fi live, with his experienced backing band playing it straight and Todd in fine, fine voice was just overwhelming. Blubbed for England at various points, as did the burly West Ham fan next to me who listened exclusively to Todd all his life as obsessively as he supported the Hammers. Mad.
Elvis
I was 15 when Elvis died and distinctly remember being dumbstruck that various Teddy Boys who lived down the road cried all day and were inconsolable for weeks after. I didn't understand then but I think I do now.
It's quiet and there are not many people reading so please to share truly emotional musical experiences of your own.
Organised catharsis is good.
If revisiting emotional experiences is overwhelming shake it off by reading this old Mumsnet thread to discover the true meaning of 'Drink from my fountain', 'My Foo Foo is blowing you kisses' and learn a novel use for the Theme From The Sooty Show.
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