Those of us who have emotions and are moved by music do yes.
I am, rather incredibly much, both those things, yet only need one hand to count the number of times I've spontaneously burst into tears during a live performance.
Having said that though - there have been occasions. :)
The first time I saw Tom Jones, the tears there would be similar to blithespirit's Duran Duran experience. When The Stems started playing At First Sight on their farewell tour last Oct, that was the combination of never-having-got-to-hear-it-live-before-and-now-I'll-never-have-the-opportunity-again-and-that's-so-sad.
Hearing Died Pretty do an acoustic version of Sweetheart whilst wedged between the record aisles in Gaslight during a store appearance, was, I think, just being starkly surprised by how different they could make the song sound and how raw, but also because I felt particularly lonely in that situation, having been dropped-off at the door by bf who then drove around the city for half an hour before coming back to pick me up because that was apparently preferable to sharing the experience with me. *rolls eyes*
And then there's Mozart's Requiem. :) I'd been to other concerts, heard the whole thing done in its exquisite entirety, and it hadn't made me cry. But seeing just the opening section done during a choir's 50th anniversary show a while back just hit me in the face like a brick in a nanny handbag. Talk about visceral.
*shrug* I may've had a point lying around here somewhere. Methinks it's buggered off...
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Date: 2010-02-28 04:41 am (UTC)I am, rather incredibly much, both those things, yet only need one hand to count the number of times I've spontaneously burst into tears during a live performance.
Having said that though - there have been occasions. :)
The first time I saw Tom Jones, the tears there would be similar to blithespirit's Duran Duran experience. When The Stems started playing At First Sight on their farewell tour last Oct, that was the combination of never-having-got-to-hear-it-live-before-and-now-I'll-never-have-the-opportunity-again-and-that's-so-sad.
Hearing Died Pretty do an acoustic version of Sweetheart whilst wedged between the record aisles in Gaslight during a store appearance, was, I think, just being starkly surprised by how different they could make the song sound and how raw, but also because I felt particularly lonely in that situation, having been dropped-off at the door by bf who then drove around the city for half an hour before coming back to pick me up because that was apparently preferable to sharing the experience with me. *rolls eyes*
And then there's Mozart's Requiem. :) I'd been to other concerts, heard the whole thing done in its exquisite entirety, and it hadn't made me cry. But seeing just the opening section done during a choir's 50th anniversary show a while back just hit me in the face like a brick in a nanny handbag. Talk about visceral.
*shrug* I may've had a point lying around here somewhere. Methinks it's buggered off...