music does soothe the savage beast

[FrankDV]

The other day my friend and i were jammin at his house. He wasnt set up yet, so i started playing on my own(chemical warfare by slayer), and his dog started freaking out and was trembling. As an experiment, i started to play the slow part to orion by metallica, and it actually calmed the dog down. Has this or anything similar happened to anyone else?

[Deluge Of Sound]

I scared my cat with Black Sabbath's title track. Once Ozzy's voice came in, she bugged out and hauled ass out of the room.

That was when she was very young, now I can play that sort of stuff around my animals all day and get no response at all...

[FrankDV]

Originally Posted by Deluge Of Sound

I scared my cat with Black Sabbath's title track. Once Ozzy's voice came in, she bugged out and hauled ass out of the room.

That was when she was very young, now I can play that sort of stuff around my animals all day and get no response at all...

lol. Did you ever try king diamond?

[Solarmist]

My pets are raised on Metal - they love it!

[FrankDV]

Originally Posted by Solarmist

My pets are raised on Metal - they love it!

NICE!

[BassChuck]

I believe the phrase is really, "music sooths the savage breast". And by that its meant heart or soul...not savage booby (although that presents an interesting image).

[alapantera]

Originally Posted by BassChuck

I believe the phrase is really, "music sooths the savage breast". And by that its meant heart or soul...not savage booby (although that presents an interesting image).

Mmmmm national geographic.

[Munjibunga]

Originally Posted by BassChuck

I believe the phrase is really, "music sooths the savage breast". And by that its meant heart or soul...not savage booby (although that presents an interesting image).

Almost. From The Phrase Finder:

The phrase was coined by William Congreve, in The Mourning Bride, 1697:

Musick has Charms to sooth a savage Breast,
To soften Rocks, or bend a knotted Oak.
I've read, that things inanimate have mov'd,
And, as with living Souls, have been inform'd,
By Magick Numbers and persuasive Sound.
What then am I? Am I more senseless grown
Than Trees, or Flint? O force of constant Woe!
'Tis not in Harmony to calm my Griefs.
Anselmo sleeps, and is at Peace; last Night
The silent Tomb receiv'd the good Old King;
He and his Sorrows now are safely lodg'd
Within its cold, but hospitable Bosom.
Why am not I at Peace?

I like the way he capitalizes all the nouns.