Intros of.........
Little Girl Blue/Nina Simone.
Suspicous Minds/Elvis.
Walk On By/Dionne Warwick.
Drunkard Logic/The Fat Lady Sings.
Dance Of The Knights/ Profokiev.
Cigarettes And Alcohol/Oasis.
Shes Gone/Hall & Oates.
How Soon Is Now/The Smiths.
Sunflower/Paul Weller.
The Boys Of Summer/Don Henley.

The "rattlesnake" sounding bit of Dean Martins version of "Little Old Wine Drinker Me".

The "finger running down the keyboard" bit of The Jackson Fives "I Want You Back".

The "synth bit" after Glen Campbell sings "is still on the line" during ""Wichita Lineman".

and finally (for now) the "daddy" of em all.....the first 20 seconds of the album version of "California Girls".

Ooh, a vote for both of those from me too, geronters. And also for the whole of Tank Park Salute.

I'd also, perhaps predictably, add the guitar play-out to Love Will Tear Us Apart, where it just subtly changes key and that new riff comes in.

Nick Drake - "Northern Sky"

What can I say? Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful.

Oh, and "Last Goodbye" - Jeff Buckley

gerontophile wrote:

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The bit after the middle eight in 'Yes' when David McAlmont goes down with the 'Yeah's and then just lets rip with a HUGE, piercing 'YEAH-EAH-EAH-EAH'

Same goes for Billy MacKenzie with '...the wrong that's always in/been wro-O-OH-ONGGGGGGGGGGGGGG'

Ger - have you got 'As If I'd Known' by McAlmont? It's an 'as-live' B-side from one (or two!) of his early singles. It's not up to the standard of 'Either' or 'Unworthy', but it's still quite goose-bumpy because it sounds like he's on the edge of tears.

God, I'm so glad I saw him live before he hooked up with Bernard Butler!

Broken Clock wrote:

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The "synth bit" after Glen Campbell sings "is still on the line" during ""Wichita Lineman".

Oh god this. One of my all-time favourite tunes.

"And I need you more than want you...
And I want you for all time...."

gerontophile wrote:

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The bit after the middle eight in 'Yes' when David McAlmont goes down with the 'Yeah's and then just lets rip with a HUGE, piercing 'YEAH-EAH-EAH-EAH'

Ah, right, now, y'see - that doesn't give me goosebumps in and of itself. That gives me goosbumps thinking "right, now we're coming to the four bars that are going to blow the lid off my fucking skull and pretty much render the rest of my life a postscript".

And it never delivers. The goosebumps turn into goosebumps of hate, rage and fury.

They came blazing out of the traps on that song from bar one and it was magnificent beyond description. But they forgot to keep anything in reserve. When it comes to that climacteric and they need that extra little push over cliff, do you know that they do? Nothing. They can't. They're spent. Everything is already on eleven. All across; eleven, eleven, eleven. It's heartbreaking. It should be the single greatest pop song ever ever ever. It's so fucking close. But they blew it.

Hobbes makes a good suggestion, with the last few bars of "The Same Deep Water As You" leading in to "Disintegration". But the goosebump moment is, of course, Johnny Marr's wigout three quarters of the way through "Bigmouth Strikes Again", as anyone who's seen my putting on my sex face down at Stay Beautiful can confirm.

The intro to Jackie Wilson Comin' On Back To You.

Where Bill Callaghan's voice cuts out and it's only the female voice for one line in Lize.

When Prince goes "one thing, one thing's for certain babe, I know what I want ..." in The Beautiful Ones

"It's you hair, smelled like sunshine today" in Gasoline Horseys

and

"BERNADETTE!!!"

The bit at the end of Severed Lips where he sings:

You know its hard just to finally let go,
And leave all the pictures behind,
Hope I brought you some happiness,
I believe I just had to get on,
'cause it just wasnt a world I wished to need to find

and Ride With Me:

You're my girl, don't you show it,
To know you know is to know it,
When you can't trust yourself,
baby, trust someone else...
Ride with me.

and pretty much the whole of Afghan Whigs' My Curse

I also echo the sentiments about Wichita Lineman

and of course I forgot about the Flower Duet from Lakme by Leo Delibes (very old British Airways advert)...

and Montserrat Caballe, running up the scale then blowing Freddie off the planet. wow, and indeed WOW.

the bit in nina simone's version of try a little tenderness when the piano player does a run of chords right up her coming in with "youuuuuuu Won't regret it." About half of nina simone's version of my sweet lord.

ah, cheers aiatl, you just reminded me:

the 2nd chorus of I am the Resurrection... right after the mini wigout, and before the major mentalism, that is the complete version.

Cheers (shuffles iTunes accordingly)

It depends so much on context. Hearing something unexpectedly on the radio is always far more liable to make the geese bump than playing it on one's stereo. In that respect the most reliable ones for me include the start of 'Dancing Queen' (bumps of pure joy), when Karen starts singing on 'Rainy Days And Mondays' (sweetest melancholy) and when Kate Bush breathes "Tell me we both matter don't we" on 'Running Up That Hill'.

'Help Me Lift You Up' by Mary Margaret O'Hara when she sings "Sorry if I can't stop pretending/ so sorry if I can't let you go" is pretty awesome. Miles Davis weaving round the chorus of 'Time After Time'. The opening chords of 'Bill Is Dead' by The Fall.

But the most I've ever been moved by music was the first time I listened to Jane Siberry's 'The Vigil (The Sea)' after my dad died. Goosebumps throughout my body for the duration, but especially the part where she talks softly over the soundscape and whispers "It's only a movie" as the cry of "Run Bambi run!" shoots out. That is an amazing record.

The forboding opening chords and the wail of anguish immediately prior to the vocals in in Heard it Through the Grapevine. You just know Marvin's not singing about a nice glass of Chateau Lafitte.

delicatemoth: I so, know, what you mean by loss.

When my female parent went, no-one could stay in the (huge) room, because 'I Left My Heart...' came on.

Worse was at the party after, and we had nowhere to run to, when 'Light My Fire' (Jose Feliciano version) came on, and we all fell about laughing. To this day, I cant listen to any version without laughing.

My dad went away to 'San Francisco, open your golden gate... ' which in his case (edited for no-one caring)

Anyway, the former was not good, the latter was hilarious. My mother was a tiny bit cow-like: she could envisage stress in other people (she was a nurse) and obviously decided: I am going to fuck you boys up!.

It worked.

(When S Caballe sings VIVA, and holds that note... the rest of the world can step off, she nails it. )

here it is for all of you sleepy heads Turn the sound UP.