When I was younger I had a built in "beauty" meter in the hair follicles of my forearms. I'm fifty now. They don't work as well. It's a real shame.
Used to be that new Beatles, Allman Brothers, Joni Mitchell, Van Morrison, or other songs would do it for me. Hell, once it was a song called "Who We Are" by a band called CAMEL.
Later on it might be something by Seal, Tom Waits, Talk Talk, U2 or other that I was into in college. But it was happening less and less. I remember around that time when "1979" came on for the first time while riding in my car. I almost had to pull over. Goosebumps. I don't think music ever gets less beautiful.... we just lose a little of our emotionally raw connection to it as we age.
Just when I thought I'd lost that musical intimacy forever, one evening some years back Sarah McLachlan breaks out on the radio with "Adia". There was that old familair rush of blood to the head and goosebumps on my arms.
Thanks for that Sarah! Won't say it's the most beautiful song ever, but it reached in there were all else had failed to for years. Someone mentioned Rufus Wainwright. If you like him you ought to give his sister Martha a listen on her self titled 2005 disc. Wow. Beautiful stuff there and there's a family resemblance. In a similarly beautiful vein is Beth Orton's "Trailerpark" cd.
Sorry to go on..... so much beauty, so little time.