The first time that music had a physical effect on me was when my father took me to an orchestra concert at Jones Hall in Houston, TX. I was in fourth grade. I don’t remember the piece being played but I suspect it must have been Beethoven, because his music continues to move me to this day.
I think I was just sitting there, sort of listening and looking around. I got caught up in a tune and it must have taken a strange turn like a deceptive cadence or moved to a flat-sixth or maybe it was just one of Beethoven’s 3-hour long codas. Not sure. However, I do remember hanging on the suspension and being so satisfied when it finally resolved. Whoa. To this day, certain harmonic progressions have this effect on me. It can be any composer but it happens more often in the music of Beethoven. A mere coincidence? No. I consider Beethoven to be my musical God. So, there you have it. Thoughts?