Back in "the Season" in 1973 I was busking with my band in a fancy shopping district in Boston. I think we were outside Filene's.
Playing a metal ended Wheatstone, and my buddy Tommy Magee on an aluminum fiddle, two silver instruments surrounded by snowflakes.
We had the tips of our glove fingers clipped off to facilitate fingering. We played an instrumental version of this Chipmunk's Christmas Don't be Late.
[ Really cool melody - doncha think ? - kind of Neopolitan cafe-esque ] Anyhoo, this woman walks by, and bam - she's bawling her eyes out !
She didn't know why, but just that melody had some magical emotional trigger for her. Primal memory of some childhood disappointment.
I like music because of that kinda power . . . Riggy