It wasn't until my last year of college that I randomly discovered Nirvana. Dave Grohl himself described the band as "stoner music," but I was extremely impressed by the raw, feral style of the music.

My favorite musical moment isn't actually one of the loud grunge songs, though. During Nirvana's last live recorded performance, they covered "Where You Did You Sleep Last Night?," a folk song from the 1870s. It was a slow, acoustic number with cello, and I thought it was just gorgeous.

Cobain capped the song's climax with the most chilling yell I've heard in a song. Seriously, it trumps all for pure emotion. I occasionally like to dabble in songwriting myself and listening to that track always inspires me. I especially like it because it was the last widely released recording of Cobain's lifetime. Yeah, it's heavy stuff.

I don't know if the MP3 Police will cart me away, but I do have the recording.

So many music moments have touched me, that it's hard to choose. I'd have to say, when I first heard Nine Inch Nails "Closer". I was from small town Utah where everything is sterile and Disney and to hear this raw, sexual music thumping through my headphones was empowering. I didn't know the world could be that way. It opened my eyes to new ides :)

I'm obviously not entering to win this, but just wanted to post a comment anyway, since my some of my favorite music memories of all have to do with U2. I remember being 17, sitting in my boyfriend's car at SFCC while he was in class, playing U2's Boy album on the tape deck over and over every morning while leafing through books about U2. At lunch sometimes, or in bed, I would pretend Bono was with me, chatting away like an imaginary friend. I had never been so obsessed with a band before. They'll always be my favorite band, for that.

When I was a child of ten, my family drove from California to Illinois. As we hit the desert my parents played Paul Simon's Graceland. This was my first truly spiritual experience. I felt like all of humanity was with me, and that I was part of some larger narrative. As I listened I really believed that Paul Simon had tapped into the core of everything, and that he really understood the world. I even saw all the "nonsense" lyrics as being metaphor for larger things and that someday I might understand them.

I'd been to concerts before, but it wasn't until I was 20 or so that I had my first Concert Experience. You know, the kind of concert-going that other people talk about and you don't understand until you've had it yourself. I was at the Royal Oak Music Theater to see Better Than Ezra (who remain my favorite band to this day), and I was just staggered by being that close (standing up in the front, three rows away) and getting to see and hear them sing these songs that meant so much to me.

I've never been a huge Bruce Springsteen fan. Always disliked the early stuff, Born to Run, Glory Road, Born in the USA, that kind of thing. The guys I work with would play Nebraska and I was always surprised by how much I enjoyed it, so when Devils and Dust came out, I gave it a shot. My boyfriend always did like Springsteen, all of his stuff, so when I saw he was coming to town I decided to get tickets to the show. It was a totally acoustic set, with him re-inventing his older songs to fit with the feel of the new album. At the very end, he launched into a cover of Suicide's "Dream Baby Dream." The whole arena was held in rapt silence, and there was something about the simplicity and repetitiveness of the song. I felt like my father, who had died a number of years ago, was in the room, singing me a lullaby. It was something he never did while he was alive, but I just felt like his spirit was telling me to "Come on and dry your eyes/ I just wanna see you smile". I left that concert with a sense of calm and peace that I hadn't felt in a long, long time.

I wasn't old enough to appreciate Freddie Mercury's music by the time he died in 1991, but his energy even in Queen's music videos is overwhelming... The first time I heard/saw "It's A Hard Life", the stark opening lyric grabbed me like very little or possibly nothing else ever has. I still wish for that voice, that presence to come back- as much as I love Brian, Roger and John, Queen's heart was Freddie for his voice alone.

Many people older than I laugh at me when I tell them that Queen is my favorite band, but that's ok.

I saw Afghan Whigs in Austin at this tiny club. There was 200 people in the audience and it seemed almost that many were on the tiny stage as well. They had this line of backup singers straight out of Motown, a piano player and a giant horn section. They started to play Faded. The one singer in the back began this sad wailing that creeped up slowly and wound its way around you. I was mesmerized. I got chills and couldnt believe what I was witnessing was moving me in such a way. Greg Dulli has this awesome little monologue as the song cranked up about love lost and love found and how things are never how you think they are going to be. When the band kicked in finally after about 3 minutes, nothing else in the world mattered. Do you believe in me..... he sang. At that moment I could not have believed in anything more!

That is intense. I love this site.

I was on the Constitution Team senior year of high school and we went to the state championships on a high, thinking that our team was surely going to win. Our school had amazing reputation and hype but never won 1st place and that year was going to be our year. Unfortunately, the glory was not to be ours that year and we left in defeat, proud yet slightly broken. On the bus ride back, Coldplay's "Fix You" came on the air and our entire team fell silent, musing on the lyrics. That song could not have been more perfect or more fitting for the setting or our mood. Not only did Chris Martin's crooning voice soothe me out of the misery, but it reminded me that no matter how hard the team fell, we would always be able to pick ourselves back up. That song made me believe in anything and that song will always remind me of a time when we didn't succeed, no matter how hard we tried, and yet I came out just fine.

Rewind to early 1984. I'm watching a video late at night with friends. It was "The Last American Virgin" a truly forgettable movie. But during the movie, there was one song that BLEW MY MIND. My friends were annoyed, because I made them scroll through the closing credits several times before I identified the song as "I Will Follow" by U2. Sure, I'd heard a couple U2 songs on the radio. I liked them well enough. But the first time I heard "I Will Follow" was like when a jet flies really low overhead and someone shouts "What the hell was that!" The next day, I rushed downtown to find that song. There were no downloads in '84. I bought the album "Under A Blood Red Sky" and I've been a fanatic ever since...

I'm on a bus travelling across the Maritimes in the early 90's. Around mid-afternoon, it's cloudy and rain starts to peck against my window. I search in my backpack for the very cool (at the time) albetit, bulky Sony walkman. Among the mixed tapes I carefully assembled before my trip was one of the few orginal tapes I took: Cowboy Junkies, Trinity Sessions. I put it on and I floated away.

Daft Punk’s, Something About Us… It was the soundtrack for my first love. We worked together and were friends for a year before we made the transition to lovers and this song was on constant repeat in my player during that period. It was also on a mixtape for a nighttime road trip we made and somewhere between San Antonio and Killeen Texas I told her I loved her for the first time. It probably wasn’t the right time and four years later I definitely wasn’t the right one…but it was beautiful at times and every time I hear this song it still takes me back to those first moments.

I've always liked the Beatles music, but when my 5 year old daughter started singing along to "Mother Nature's Son" it really touched my heart. She knows the words to quite a few Beatles tunes, but her little voice singing always brings a smile to my face, and a tear to my eye.

I've also been training her to recognize Bono when she hears U2 on the radio...

I will never forget seeing U2 in Dallas on November 25, 2001. This was the third and last stop on my Elevation journey, and this time I got to see it in the heart with my best childhood friend.
The entire show was electricity. Elevation fired off an electrical storm that lasted a little over two hours. That night it felt like God was playing guitar.. During Streets, I found myself screaming the psalm Bono recited during Streets...and falling to my knees during I Still Haven't Found.
Although I hadn't slept in over 30 hours, by the time U2 hit New York in their setlist..I was wired beyond description. As the last whispers of "New York" faded into the opening notes of One, I felt a warmth rush over my body. I grabbed the hand of my best friend as I sang and watched the names of the victims cascade down the screen. We raised our hands high and I grabbed the hand of a U2 fan next to me..and when he did the same, a small chain was formed. That night I felt a connection..to man, to God, to Love that I hadn't realized in a good time. It was as if my heart finally "got it", and as my prayer to God turned into Walk On, I joined in with the 20,000 strong Dallas choir in Halleleujah's to our maker....Dallas was a night I will never forget.

So has anyone one this yet? I want to hear from the winner on how good it is.