Ambushed by unexpected emotion

('a-ok' handsign)

'it STINKS!'

I find it impossible to imagine *any* use of "Angels" being clever or yanking the heartstrings. God how I hate that song.

And that's what this thread is about: except your story, Robin, was about being pushed from anger to more anger — I couldn't work out where the SURPRISE came in.

So I suppose I've got to think of something more appropriate. In that case, quite recently: after a moment of acute, profound public humiliation, hearing Shaggy's "It Wasn't Me" entering at number one. Suddenly its defiant plea of innocence became wholly personal and, essentially, what I wanted to believe was true, but I knew wasn't.

Scritti Politti's "Oh Patti (Don't Feel Sorry For Loverboy)" has done that to me after a couple of recent minor depressions, as well.

2. Stevie T's story is so sad!

3. October 1991, looking out a window at night on the grass running down to the lake, and the Yanks romping outside (always seemed funnt when 'Nightswimming' came out a year later). Eurythmics' 'Shame' plays, and its tinkling seems like the sound of the passing of our years; as, come to think of it, did the lonesome keening fade-out of the Psychedelic Furs' 'Love My Way' on the east coast of Ireland 2 months earlier.

The spooky climax to Benny Hill's "Ernie (The Fastest Milkman In The West)" - "Ernie was only 52*/He didn't wanna die" [...] "was that the trees-a-rustlin'? Or the hinges of the gate?/Or Ernie's ghostly gold-tops a-rattlin' in their crate?" - always jerked chilly tears from me as a toddler (it's the angel's chorus, the strings and the way Benny phrases 'of the gate'). Utterly astounded and not a little embarrassed to find myself choked seeing the video again on TOTP2 recently.

(Nick - do we have 52 yet?)

Also, driving with a friend recently and both of us singing along to "I Promise" and me feeling sad that we weren't dating.

A few months ago I was in the pub with Emma, and we were in a dodgy patch. I had a cold, and the jukebox was too loud, and I had a couple of brown ales inside me, and Emma was in a complete black mood when everything is a negative. I couldn't hear her properly because my ears were blocked up 'cos of my cold and because of the music, so I just sat there and enjoyed the sofa and the beer, while Emma got more and more wound up because I wasn't saying anything...

Anyway, without going too deeply into why she was down or why we were in a bad patch, she had a go at me because we "had nothing to talk about" and how our whole relationship was pointless etcetera, etcetera, and this tune was int eh background, too loud, and I couldn't filter her voice from the tune from the chit-chat of the pub 'cos of my sinuses, and the singer was talking about how hard he'd tried to keep this girl, or something, and how it was hard, and how she should look at him and he was spent 'cos he'd done the best he could and it wasn't good enough and so on and so on...

And I had to get up and make us leave the pub 'cos I was starting to cry and it was really WAY too much to be doing with right there in front of people and we had an argument on the lawn and we were both in floods of tears and people were walking past and the fucking song that set me off crying was 'Against All Odds' by Phil Collins and I still quite resent Emma for making that tune make me cry and I am SHAMED FOREVER.

Not musical, but Amelie, when I saw it, didn't make me cry so much as finally let loose in sheer rage -- not at the movie, just at my situation some months ago when I was dumped. That was long overdue, though I wish I didn't have to have taken it out on my friends. :-/

Meanwhile, last night I was watching my newly acquired Snow White and the Seven Dwarves DVD -- been years since I saw the movie -- and was surprised to find myself tearing up during the whole sequence when Snow White was seen to be dead. Effective creators of mood, the late thirties Disney bunch.

These comments above about Bon Jovi are however alien to me. There won't be enough time in the world for me to think anything other than JBJ is a prick who deserves a guitar to the face.

Is there an I Love Films forum?

I get emotional.

2. I was riding in a vehicle as a passenger on New Year's Eve some years back when my parents and I decided to go through the neighborhood we lived in, looking at the Christmas lights that were still on the houses. I decided to listen to something while I was looking out, so I took out my Walkman and played what was in it -- which happened to be cued up to The Cure's "A Forest". Seeing the utter and complete darkness of the night sky illuminated by all these little glittery holiday lights to the soundtrack of this song was a truly magical moment and I will remember that moment for the rest of my life. The song even somehow managed to make those lights seem a little bit spooky and atmospheric-looking.

I got weepy the first time I heard that QUITE embarassing cuz they suck

That is because they are stinky, horrid and mean. And JBJ himself just looks like he deserves beatings. SMUGFUCKERY BASTARD!

However, I give credit for Tico Torres because he used to play briefly in this slightly mimsy and fun enough New Jersey psych-pop band back in the late sixties or something -- forget the name of the band, got the reissue on ArfArf Records. I like to imagine him as the one guy who ended up caught up in the band years later and thought, "Ah, fuck it, it's a living," and he just stays at home most nights and shakes his head with a laugh.

haha

Though they were probably right that the singer needed to be hotter and they needed some of that crazy mouth-tube-guitar action. Both "It's My Life" and "Livin' On A Prayer" benefit from such silliness.

I can't believe they toured WITH the Goo Goo Dolls. How much hair-in-the-eyes sexy-boy-rasp can the human ear take...

here's all the hair-in-the-eyes sexy-boy-rasp you need
http://www.mellencamp.com/images/1985/jmfield.JPG

Squeeze's "Up The Junction" (one of my all-time top 20 songs anyway) made me burst into tears outside Mile End station one evening a year or so ago. Just the horribleness of the narrator's situation, the hopelessness in the lines about drinking, the stultifying, truly pathetic inevitableness of it all, got the better of me.

Occasionally I will cry during WNBA games on television.

"Say it Isn't So" by Hall and Oates used to make me cry. That song vividly marked a time of young teen rejection.

i have had this happen to me today

I was just listening to Tempest again because of the new Dylan song. I always liked the title track fine but never found it particularly meaningful or moving, but today I was hit hard by "The watchman he lay dreaming/ the damage had been done/ he dreamed the Titanic was sinking/ and he tried to tell someone."

listening to late period Pizzicato Five and maybe it’s just the whole “haven’t heard these great great tunes in 10+ years” thing working its magic but... I get such strong feelings from this stuff. Maki Nomiya is such a fabulous vocalist, especially when she really belts it out. This P5 thing.. Something about the mixture of the Bacharach-y (?) chords with her assured delivery, on top of the sometimes cartoonishly bright PARTY DOWN vibes, it’s a really powerful righteous message of fabulousness, like just kicking down the door of self-flagellation and letting yourself be glamorous and awesome in your own personal way in everyday life. It’s all about her singing, though for me, it totally seals the deal. Why the hell I’ve never bothered to check out her solo career is a tragic mystery. I know, “get a blog”.

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AMBUSHED!

oh yeah!!!

How could I have forgotten about this stone cold classic thread!?!
Reminds me I want to read this recent book---intro'd here on Fresh Air:
In his new book, 'Music is History,' Roots co-founder Ahmir "Questlove" Thompson moves year-by-year through his life, writing about memories and turning points, and the songs he was listening to at the time.Terri Gross plays the hits, incl. "Freddie's Dead"'s vamp: when it first goes up on the last note is just when he burned his leg on the radiator---says he had scars into his teens, and you can hear his intake of breath when it makes that little change---talks about the good associations too---stream or download: pr.org/2021/10/12/1045272890/questlove-on-the-soundtrack-of-his-life
(The interview where he talks about Summer of Soul is also cool, duh)

This one I posted about on the Bootleg Series thread got to me:
This latest issue of xpost enewsletter Flaggin' Down The Double Ees, which always includes downloads of Dylan shows, old and new (free: a couple times a month, paid: more), also tells the story, via various sources, of Dylan half-assing "Dark Eyes," then getting it together w Patti Smith, and then---well, it's a lovely story indeed, I think, even though haven't yet checked the linked musical results https://dylanlive.substack.com/p/dark-eyes

Especially what she says about it---

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bFXsJ49CIt8 my mother hasn't died yet but this hit me hard because my mother is in the process of dying and this came up coincidentally

Don't do this to me

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Moz6XOAKK5U

XP I'm sorry to hear this Jonathan. Best wishes to you

My sympathies, Jonathan.

Not quite tears, but certainly chills.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FC3y9llDXuM

https://steidl.de/Books/Gas-Stop-0317385059.html

Gas Stop by David Freund

This is a four-volume set of books featuring photos of gas stations made in the late 1970s and early 1980s, and I am moved to tears just about every time I look through it.

A couple of years ago my (now 8-year-old) child heard Maroon 5's "Memories" somewhere, and liked it, and asked to play it a lot. I don't like Maroon 5 or this song (though I do like Pachelbel's canon). My child added it to one of his playlists. Some time passed, and when it popped up on his playlist again he said he couldn't listen to it because it reminded him of one of our cats who had died in the interim. So now when I hear this song that I really don't like in the grocery store or wherever, it makes me well up a little.

I found out in my facebook feed that a guy who went to the same law school as me (ten years after me, didn't know him) died of cancer. He was given his diploma early. His girlfriend, a magazine writer, made a wedding for them a few weeks before he died (I'm p sure when she knew he was dying). This story is turning me into a weepy mess. I don't think I've cried at anything for at least months.

https://www.vogue.com/slideshow/ashley-reese-and-rob-stengel-wedding

sorry, she did know he was dying, it says that

delighted to say that the effect documented nearly twenty-three years at start of thread still operates: i remain (mildly) dirtbag-pilled wheatus-ambush-wise 😭😭😭

enough time elapsed to make it unexpected again