Songs that gut-punch me the most typically deal with mortality and death. But none of them are written/performed by musicians I don’t like. If they evoke an emotional kick in the gut, I like them (and curse them).
Mother is indeed a raw, powerful song that bares Lennon’s soul. I believe being abandoned by his father and losing his mother when and how he did tortured Lennon for the rest of his life. Fortunately, he was able to channel that pain into heightening his art, not unlike Mozart, Beethoven and other great artists who’ve endured traumatic lives from an early age. “Mother” is an ugly, yet beautiful song that makes me [del] empathetic [/del] sympathetic toward people who’ve lost loved ones at an early age.
When I was 17—Sinatra. When I listened to this song at age 17, it always made me quite sad. Condensing an entire lifespan into a song of 3+ minutes duration made me consider the fleeting time we have to exist on earth and put me into a melancholic funk every time I listened to it. But, now that I’m in* “the autumn of the year”*, listening to When I was 17 no longer puts me into a melancholic funk, it just kicks me with a nostalgic kick in the gut. I don’t feel like “vintage wine” and I realize as you age, the days become even shorter than I anticipated, but I’ve come to terms with that and it’s not so bad. Live the best life you can live, then depart gracefully.
We’ll Meet Again—Vera Lynn: A song that resonated with soldiers going off to war (WWII) and the loved ones they left behind. It’s bittersweet because so many soldiers and their loved ones never did meet again. This song resonated profoundly with my mother—it was her favorite and she played it many times when I was a child. As a result, it resonated with me, too. My parents were lucky (I paid tribute to them a couple years ago) because they did meet again (and married, raised a family and enjoyed a good life together for ~70 years). But hearing that song kicks me in the gut thinking of those who were not so lucky. And it makes me miss my parents very much.
Nocturne Op 48 No.1 C minor—Chopin. Chopin excelled in “sad” and this is one of the saddest pieces of all. It pulls me in (and down) within the first 4 bars. I can’t relate it to my life, but it kicks me in the gut nonetheless whenever I hear it. Lyrics aren’t necessary when musical notes convey such emotion.
Requiem-Lacrimosa—Mozart. “That day of tears and mourning.” The most mournful part of arguably the most mournful mass ever composed. It always makes me tear up remembering the premature death of the second greatest composer in history whose brilliant flame was extinguished much too soon. He gave so much to posterity, yet received so little in return. A crime. Life’s not always fair.
Not all songs that kick me in the gut are sad; transcendence of mankind to a higher plane of existence and universal brotherhood themes kick me pretty hard, too:
9th symphony, movement IV (the symphony within a symphony)—Beethoven. When the Ode to Joy theme develops, then ratchets up with the double fugue, it’s breathtaking. Kind of an obvious choice, but there’s a reason Ode to Joy is often considered the greatest (sub) movement of the greatest composition, by the greatest composer—it’s a sublime masterpiece of the highest order and it makes me think being human may not be so bad after all…at least in theory. Beethoven wasn’t human, he was something more.
Of course, for pure nostalgia, I’ve gotta go with thisclassic.