Real waterbombs:
J.S. Bachs´ Air, played at the funerals of my parents.
Elton John´s Blessed, for a child that didn´t get born.
Thinking about it, yupp. they still work, let´s jump ahead to the special moments.
Walking home massively pished from the final celebrations of my school, singing (Or better burping and howling)
A Night Like This by Cure.
While my schoolmates lay in about every available bush, unable to walk but braying Tote Hosen songs.
A moment with
VNV Nation´s Carbon. I was driving a car transporter, a 7,5 ton wreck that would have fitted into a Mad Max movie, over the A3, Germany´s most frequented motorway, at about half past two in the morning. The street was dead silent, me the only one driving, the landscape pitchblack, only moon and stars.. A gooseskin-moment I´ll never forget!
(Thinking about it, distorted guitars and a heavy Bassline would fit that song..

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That car transporter had a cute powerfull radio with nicely powerfull speakers. After driving for over 15 hours in a go it played
Alice a bit louder (to stay awake..). At that moment I overtook a US Army Truck near Frankfurt Airport. The driver, a blacky, looked over to me and nodded along to Alice´s rythm, grinning widely..
I had the windows closed and those Army trucks are loud..
A few friendly gestures, and I was past him.
Marian on the channel ferry to Ramsgate at 1:30 in the morning.
And countless more with Sisters songs..
First piano chords of
Black Planet in a fullmoon summer night..

*sigh*
"These are my principles! And if you don't like them just says so, I have others, too!"
~Rufus T. Firefly