The feeling begins

You pick up the album without ever hearing one song from it. You’ve read the book the movie was based on for which this was composed, so you figure it’s worth a try. You go home and slip the disc in your boombox as you haven’t bought a high end system yet, and head to the kitchen to fix a whiskey and soda before dinner. The poignancy of the notes emanating from the middle-eastern sounding instrument (which you’ll learn much, much later is the Armenian Duduk) stops you halfway through pouring the drink. Powerful yet something helpless about it, you feel. The percussion starts and the climax is breathtaking and sudden. Time for another whiskey, and a replay.