How music makes you feel

[St Leo]

You make me feel/Like a natural woman

[Combat Ingrid]

Therion's song "Blood of Kingu" makes me wanna go to Israel, find a pregnant virgin, and sacrifice her unborn child to Marduk

[Flubber]

90% opf the music I hear now is aimed at baby flubber so its pretty upbeat stuff -- At any given time it might be "Wheels on the Bus" or Mozart ( The DVDs aimed at toddlers are pretty good with lots of colorful images with classical music in the background)

So overall, music makes me feel happy

[Adagio]

If I don't have any music in the background I go insane...

[Dis]

Originally posted by Adagio
If I don't have any music in the background I go insane...

I usually have tv on in the background. or nothing.

[Asher]

Originally posted by MRT144
adult, anthony rother, arpanet, aux88, bass junkie, computer rockers, cyberian knights, digitek, dopplereffekt, drexciya, dynamix ii, ectomorph, electron industries, elektroids, exzakt, IBM, i-f, japanese telecom, knights of bass, le syndicate electronique, mandroid, novamen, orgue electronique, parallax corporation, phonecia, resident alien...

for starters

some would put in legowelt, and kitbuilders too

Does "IBM" make the music like the kind they play in the elevators here? ...

[Asher]

Originally posted by St Leo
You make me feel/Like a natural woman

The way you make me feel...
(The way you make me feel)
It really turns me on...

[Whaleboy]

Therion's song "Blood of Kingu" makes me wanna go to Israel, find a pregnant virgin, and sacrifice her unborn child to Marduk

Tekken IV

[Boris Godunov]

Power. That's the best way to sum up listening to a 100+ piece orchestra. Immense power. It's easy to see why conductors can be such megalomaniacal bastards.

The music I listen to encompasses every emotion imaginable, which you can't say for most genres of music.

[Agathon]

About ten years ago a flatmate and I sat down to listen to Beethoven's Eroica symphony.

So we had it on full bore, and just before the climax of the first movement he turns to me and says: "This makes me want to kill."

[Agathon]

Old Freddy had some interesting things to say about this. I lent my flatmate my copy in order to help him understand his "utterance".

In the same context Schopenhauer has described for us the tremendous awe which seizes man when he suddenly begins to doubt the cognitive modes of experience, in other words, when in a given instance the law of causation seems to suspend itself. If we add to this awe the glorious transport which arises in man, even from the very depths of nature, at the shattering of the principium individuationis, then we are in a position to apprehend the essence of Dionysian rapture, whose closest analogy is furnished by physical intoxication. Dionysian stirrings arise either through the influence of those narcotic potions of which all primitive races speak in their hymns, or through the powerful approach of spring, which penetrates with joy the whole frame of nature. So stirred, the individual forgets himself completely. It is the same Dionysian power which in medieval Germany drove ever increasing crowds of people singing and dancing from place to place; we recognize in these St. John's and St. Vitus' dancers the Bacchic choruses of the Greeks, who had their precursors in Asia Minor and as far back as Babylon and the orgiastic Sacaea. There are people who, either from lack of experience or out of sheer stupidity, turn away from such phenomena, and, strong in the sense of their own sanity, label them either mockingly or pityingly "endemic diseases." These benighted souls have no idea how cadaverous and ghostly their "sanity" appears as the intense throng of Dionysian revelers sweeps past them.

Not only does the bond between man and man come to be forged once more by the magic of the Dionysian rite, but nature itself, long alienated or subjugated, rises again to celebrate the reconciliation with her prodigal son, man. The earth offers its gifts voluntarily, and the savage beasts of mountain and desert approach in peace. The chariot of Dionysus is bedecked with flowers and garlands; panthers and tigers stride beneath his yoke. If one were to convert Beethoven's "Hymn to Joy" into a painting, and refuse to curb the imagination when that multitude prostrates itself reverently in the dust, one might form some apprehension of Dionysian ritual. Now the slave emerges as a freeman; all the rigid, hostile walls which either necessity or despotism has erected between men are shattered. Now that the gospel of universal harmony is sounded, each individual becomes not only reconciled to his fellow but actually at one with him—as though the veil of Maya had been torn apart and there remained only shreds floating before the vision of mystical Oneness. Man now expresses himself through song and dance as the member of a higher community; he has forgotten how to walk, how to speak, and is on the brink of taking wing as he dances. Each of his gestures betokens enchantment; through him sounds a supernatural power, the same power which makes the animals speak and the earth render up milk and honey. He feels himself to be godlike and strides with the same elation and ecstasy as the gods he has seen in his dreams. No longer the artist, he has himself become a work of art: the productive power of the whole universe is now manifest in his transport, to the glorious satisfaction of the primordial One. The finest clay, the most precious marble—man—is here kneaded and hewn, and the chisel blows of the Dionysian world artist are accompanied by the cry of the Eleusinian mystagogues: "Do you fall on your knees, multitudes, do you divine your creator?"

[alva]

#For the music is your special friend
Dance on fire as it intends
Music is your only friend#

[Urban Ranger]

Depends on the music of course. D'oh

What I need now is music that makes me all fired up. Not angry, more like motivated.

[molly bloom]

Ecstatic:

Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan- 'Mustt Mustt'.

The greatest exponent of Qawwali in the late 20th Century, with Michael Brook producing, and a Massive Attack remix thrown in for good measure. It is a transforming experience, proving that music transcends boundaries of language. My knowledge of Farsi is limited to a few Iranian food items, but when he sings in Farsi and Urdu it takes me somewhere else. A religious experience in a good sense.


Calming:

Brian Eno- 'Ambient 4: On Land'

Utilizing studio effects, synthesizer, echo, delay and a wid evariety fo sounds recorded from nature, this has to be one of the peaks of Eno's lengthy and varied recording career. Whenever life gets you down, pull down the blinds, or draw the curtains, clear your mind and listen to this.


Get on Up:

Goldfrapp- 'Black Cherry Dance Remixes'

A complete volte face from the pastoral tranquil electronic landscapes of 'Felt Mountain' this is like the mutant offspring of Trip Hop, Kraftwerk, Conny Plank, and electroclash.

Alison Goldfrapp's version of Baccara's
'Yes Sir I Can Boogie' takes disposable 70s Europop and mutates it into some Berlin Cabaret Sex Club S & M theme. 'Strict Machine' is the soundtrack for the never ending loved up orgy of your dreams.

[Last Conformist]

Originally posted by Pekka
good. Now I punch you again. How do you feel now?

Like someone who's just encountered a zombie.