My earliest memories of being "stunned" by a song are:

- Who Knows Where The Time Goes - The Fairport/ Sandy Denny version with Richard Thompson's guitar providing a superb background.

- A guy at a singaround in either the Fox & Goose at Illston-on-the-Hill or a pub whose name I've forgotten in Shearsby (just can't remember which village it was...they had regular singarounds though) in around 1974. He sang "Feel Like I'm Fixing To Die Rag" with such feeling that it made the hairs on my arms stand up!

- Coming right off folk, Velvet Underground/ Nico's "All Tomorrow's Parties" did the same when I first heard it.

And more recerntly, Flossie Malavialle's rendition of "John Condon" rocked me right back in my seat...SO much more powerful and emotional than the Mary Dillon version I'd heard previously. So much so that it inspired me to sing it myself...my first ever unaccompanied public rendition of anything. Nowhere near as good as Flossie, but the fact that *anything* could inspire me enough to sing unaccompanied is something I would never have credited a few months ago.