Your favorite moment in music

My buddy Marty posed the question “What’s your favorite U2 song” over at his blog. 

While answering the question, it occured to me that there’s another, (in my opinion) equally interesting question:

What’s your favorite moment in music?

I’ll toss out my answers in the hopes that’ll help this make sense.

These are in no particular oder:

In “Under Pressure”, by Queen and David Bowie, there’s that little moment of silence, about 3/4s the way through the song.  The whole thing builds and builds and builds to this crescendo… and then… for just one sweet moment: nothing.  Then that stripped down, snap-your-fingers-to the chorus.

In “Gloria” U2 There’s that bass/guitar solo, and Bono introduces everybody (in some versions) and then there’s this perfect, harmonized chorus.   It’s like the whole song comes together in that one moment.

In Pachabell’s Cannon (sorry, that’s not the real name, but you know the one.  It’s the tune they play at weddings and used to feature on AA commercials) the moment when the two different parts come together, and sort-of just swirl around each other.  (If the version has nature sounds or synthesized instruments it should be destroyed; even this moment doesn’t redeem it.)

The rockin’ portion of some versions of “Jesus paid it all” that becomes a sort-of chant: “Oh praise the one/ who paid my debts/ and brought my life back from the dead” (I’m getting all goose pimply just thinking about it.

And yes, I have to add this one even though it ups my cheesiness factor by about 10 (at least) In “Careless Whisper” by Wham, I love that saxophone solo.

You can’t possibly have a favorite moment more embarassing than that last one, so share!


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The stories that speak to our soul begin at a home where things are good. Cinderella is happy with her father. The three little pigs have grown up and are ready to move on. Bilbo Baggins knows his shire. Adam and Eve walk with God in the garden. My story isn’t much different. There was a time and a place where it was so good. There was a community for me. And there was joy. We were filled with a sincere desire to do what God wanted us to do. We possessed explanations and understandings that went a certain distance. We offered security and tradition and laughter. For a lot of years, that was enough. I have this sense that it was also necessary. I have this surety, now, that it certainly wasn’t everything. There were some things that became increasingly problematic as time went by. There was a desire to package things up so very neatly. Sunday morning services were efficient and strategic. Responses to differences of opinion were premeditated. Formula began to feel more important than being real. A real desire for everybody to be one of us, but also a real sense that there is an us, and there is a them. They carried a regret that it has to be this way, but deeper than this regret was a surety that this is how it is. I began to recognize that there was a cost of admission to that group. There were people who sat at the door, collecting it. Those people wished they didn’t have to. But I guess they felt like they did have to. They let some people in, and they left others out. There was a provisional membership. My friends did possess a desire to accommodate people that are different… But it would be best for everyone concerned if they were only a little bit different. I did make many steps forward in this place. Before I went there, there were lies that I believed. Some of the things that I learned there, I still hold on to. But that place is not my home anymore. Those people are not my community anymore. There were times it was hard. I am engaged in a different community now. And I am working hard at finding a place in many different places now, embracing many different kind of families. I don’t always get it right. I am trying and I am learning and I am moving foreward. I have this sense that I am not alone in these experiences. I believe that we are tribe and we are growing. We are pilgrims, looking for a new holy land. Perhaps we won’t settle on the same spot of land. But if you’ve read this far, I am thinking that we are probably headed in the same general direction. I have begun this blog to talk about where my journey is taking me. In every space, we find people who help us along. And maybe we can get to know each other, here. We embrace ideas that provide a structure for the things we believe, and perhaps we can share these too. Maybe we can form a group, a tribe, a community, if we can figure out a way to work through the shadow of these kinds of groups, if we can bigger than the us-and-them ideas that have caused so much trouble in the past. As important as they are, I think the very nature of online interactions will lend itself to something equally powerful. I am stumbling onto these practices that my grandfathers and great grandfathers in the faith engaged in. I am learning about these attitudes and intuitions are so different than the kinds of things we call doctrine today. I don’t know about you, but I am running out of patience, and even interest, in conversations about doctrine. I hope that maybe you’ll share a little something about where your journey is taking you, and maybe our common joys and challenges might help each other along, and we might lift each other up. Thanks for doing this journey with me.

5 thoughts on “Your favorite moment in music”

  1. I totally had to do my own embarrasing cheesy bit here… Raffi? He makes me cry. When Steph was tiny, we listened to Raffi alot. Then Noah and Hannah did too. Then Raffi dissapeared off the radar as my kids got into Jimmy Buffet, James Taylor, Switchfoot (ages 3 and 4!!) But now that theres a baby in the house again, we cracked open some Raffi and it brought this flood of sweet sweet memories of my kids as tiny little cherubs chirping along to “babeeee beluuuuga, baybeeee beluuuuga…”….


  2. You seemed slightly tormented by the name of that one composer, so I just have to say: Pachelbel.

    If anyone needs me to play that at their wedding on the flute, I’m down with it. (Just need a pianist, too, for that swirly bit.)

    Favourite music moment? My cheesiest is this part of Fine Young Cannibals’ “She Drives Me Crazy”–the pause and the guitar going DENHnehnehneh. Don’t know any other way to describe it, so I hope you know what I’m talking about and don’t think less of me . . .


  3. If i confess to even knowing what “Wham” is i think i might jam a fork into my eye socket.

    For me, at this moment, it’s the two minutes of guitar solo from 3:45 to 5:45 in Jessica by the Alman Brothers. More specifically, there’s this riff from 5:01 to 5:22 that sends me into the serendipitus stratosphere.

    My most embarrasing? i’m prone to errupt into spontaneous rap of anything Heavy D and the Boys.


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