Oldbloke
Well, one good story deserves another.
When I was about 3yo, I was in the habit of tuning our post war, floor-model-radio, to what I now know was a serial about The Lone Ranger. Naturally, I understood none of that much less did I understand how to tune a radio to the stations printed on the display. What I was really after was the theme tune which came on at tea time, something very well understood.
So there I was one tea time, twiddling away while mum cooked. Soon I was summoned to the kitchen, where the instruction was issued that my brother was to be carefully watched. Mum deposited him by the fire in his high chair and I devoted my attention to tuning.
Suddenly, something told me to look around and there was my brother, slumped forward in his chair. Again, "something" made me call out and mum came running. What followed, was something that I barely understood and I could only look on, while keeping out of the way.
The doctor was rung and oxygen was ordered from the chemist of all things. But that was not all. The taxi, a taxi of all things, delivered an empty bottle! Another was ordered, this time successfully and my brother's life was saved.
From then on, I have no memory of listening to the radio for that tune until the age of 40, when listening to some vinyls one night. The name of the piece was The Nutcracker Suite, by Tchaikovsky and the theme tune was The Dance of the Toy Flutes. At about 1m 12s, the music is so evocative of the motion of a horse, to my ears at least and I can see the Lone Ranger himself up there on his horse, riding the range.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NjG_9I-bOug