While I would agree with Zach
in the basic elements of his definition, I would suggest that a true
eargasm is only very rarely, if ever, an entire song, often lasting only a few beautiful, precious seconds
. I would suggest that a single song is not likely to have more than one such passion-inspiring
moment unless the song is either incredibly powerful or very long. I do agree that what inspires an eargasm is totally subjective, in the ear of the beholder
, if you will, and there is usually something rare and special about a particular musical moment which somehow claims the full attention of a specific listener, cutting him or her off from the rest of the world, and creating a vacuum in which that person is desperately and breathlessly absorbed in the aural flow
. Despite the subjective nature of the eargasm, I would also suggest that there are certain bands and musicians who are less
likely to induce an eargasm, as there is a certain... (depth of sound
is perhaps the term I'm looking for) necessary libidinous drive
required, which some music (muzak
leaps to mind here) simply lacks.
Lots of songs can leave lots of people with cheshire
grins, but for each person there are only a few phonic creations powerful enough to leave stains
It is important also to note that a musical eargasm cannot rely on a particular lyric
al line, though a word or line of words are often included. The feeling you get when you read or hear a particular line of words is a different kind of pleasure alltogether, far more mental
and less animalistic
than a pure eargasm.
An eargasm requires no thought at all
To a Pink Floyd
fan, Clare Torry
's mind-melting climax of vocal mayhem
in Great Gig in the Sky
would be an excellent example of how the human voice can, without lyrics, set off a serious eargasm.
To a Ben Harper
fan, the few seconds leading into and through the opening of the final chorus of The Woman in You
, after the leslie organ
has kicked in might send you quivering to a couch or, if driving, off a road into a ditch.
To a grunge
fanatic like myself, the massive wall of Chris Cornell
ian harmonies which slams the listener almost nine minutes into Temple of the Dog
's Reach Down
still gives me a chubby
after literally hundreds of plays.
To a melodic-metal-loving Deftones
freak, featured vocalist Rodleen's seething
, scathing, unbreathing, perfectly-tuned and intensely high-pitched screams at the end of Knife Prty
might leave you with a spot on your trousers.
ers might find their eyes shooting from disbelieving sockets each time Matthew Bellamy
hits that scrotum-shriveling
note a minute into Muse
's operatic Micro Cuts
's eye-watering run two and a half minutes into Giant Steps
--oh yeh, you know, that
line--might be just your brand of eargasm.
Whatever your poison
, realize that such moments are yours and yours alone
. There are no words
(at least, if there are, I have never heard them) for the effect such music can have on any person, and I would imagine that each person's reaction to music
is unique. Treasure your eargasms.