On the very last note (B) of Comfortably Numb, you know after the frontman jumps, when he hits the floor as a queue for the ultimate punch ... the power breaker tripped... total darkness, the band was muted, all you could hear was the crowd cheering. Initially an embarrassing moment, now one of my fondest memories. And yes I wrote a song about it.
Inherited from my mom and before that her dad, whom I never met on earth, my first fiddle's finger board is twisted but is still the most natural touch of all I have played.
“You made my heart sing.”
“Thanks for playing my song.”
“I bow to your Godliness.”
“You made this party not suck.”