Was just listening to this
old Idle Thumbs making fun of some game industry bigwig talking about how the next step for video games is to make you cry. I think they were mostly having a laugh about the ridiculousness of a sort of industry directive like that, but it was weird to hear the future makers of Firewatch and Gone Home seemingly mock the idea of emotional content in video games.
At the end, Steve Gaynor did talk about how a game not known for that kind of thing did make him mist up. While I can't think of a game that's done this for me, mostly because my game-playing dropped precipitously before games really were able to do much of that, I did have an experience like that the first time I listened all the way through Ozzy Osbourne's Mr. Crowley.
Like most solo Ozzy, it's a song that is easy to make fun of, and I was listening to it with arms crossed, metaphorically. It is just so good, though. While I didn't connect with the words, which seem mostly about wanting to ask fan questions to Aleister Crowley, the riffs and the mood and all the buildups really caught me by surprise. And those solos. But it's the riff that leads up to that last solo that somehow brought literal tears to my eyes. It sounded like an impossible magic at the time. And it's not that it's all that technically wizardrous — it is just the absolute perfect line in that context.
I don't even like Randy Rhoads that much on the whole; but wow, that tripped some nerves.