You got me thinking about "moments of silence". Many years ago at a Mariposa festival in Orillia, I heard such a moment. Reverend Gary Davis, who had (somewhat) disgraced himself the evening before by getting plastered on scotch, supplied to him by young fans, came on stage and sang "Death Don't Have No Mercy". No applause from the crowd of more than 6000. We sat stunned with mouths open...and then ROARED our approval. Never was music more emotionally played in my lifetime. I simply can not put into words what happened that night. I asked the Rev. about it the next day and he nodded and said "uh huh, wuz good". He KNEW though.