Light and sound combine
Late one cold winter's night, I'd been up in London for a gig and had a few bevvies. Still feeling the effects of the cider when I got to Faversham, I decided to leave the bike at the station and pick it up the following day when sober.

Unfortunately due to it being around half past 1 in the morning the buses had long since stopped and the taxis were monopolised by the troglodytes who inhabit the local area. Not wanting to sleep in the station car park and possibly catch something, I pulled my jacket tighter around me, set my mp3 player on shuffle and started the long, lonely 5 mile walk back home.

Walking through the outskirts of Faversham was alright as it was lit, but after that before the motorway junction there's a long stretch of about a mile alongside a two lane A road which is completely unlit. No houses either side, it's just fields. Approaching this bit, wearing my thick bike gloves to stop my fingers going numb, the shuffle starts to play me Echoes by Pink Floyd. For those who don't know the song it's rather epic in it's scope. The middle section drops out all music and you're left with various whistles, cries, haunting wind sounds and sonar - all very unnerving on a dark country lane. After the sonar comes in it gradually picks up and builds, each instrument layering itself on the last until it explodes into life (at around 3:57 in the linked video - listen to it all to get the full understanding).

It was at that point a police car burst over the brow of the hill ahead of me, full spotlights, lighting up the road like it was daytime. The sheer timing of the whole thing - the burst of song coinciding with the array of lights - left me stunned, and all I could whisper was "that was awesome, do it again sometime."
(jamesthegill opens new tabs with his scroll wheel, Sun 8 Aug 2010, 12:16, 2 replies)

Totally with you...
Living in a small village 15 miles from York, and going to school in York, I used to regularly cycle the A64 on a Saturday morning back home having been out on the lash on a Friday.

I always used to listen to Meddle on my Walkman Clone, and Echoes would always come on at the same point.

I still play it in my head when driving that section of road.

Always the same section of the lyrics...

"Cloudless everyday you fall upon my waking eyes,
inviting and inciting me to rise.
And through the window in the wall,
Come streaming in on sunlight wings,
A million bright ambassadors of morning.

And no-one sings me lullabies,
And no-one makes me close my eyes.
And so I throw the windows wide,
And call to you across the sky."
(SatchmoR No, mummy, don't put knitting needles in my ears!, Mon 9 Aug 2010, 9:41, closed)

Didn't really need the walkman ...
... when my train used to pass Battersea power station every morning. From that point on until I reached the office Animals would play in my head.
(Neil_E_There didn't the Aussies used to be good at cricket?, Mon 9 Aug 2010, 12:21, closed)