I had thought that the didgeridoo was invented for hippies to annoy others at parties. Then I heard a professional perform a song about a dingo chasing an emu.
The instrument's music/anti-musical sound moved me beyond any piece of avant-garde piano banging.
I never fathomed that a tube of bark that usually rests in the corner of a co-op beside unused guitars and cobwebbed dream catchers could simultaneously produce the depth and complexity of sound I experienced. The song itself communicated a simple narrative of dog versus bird. Amazing.
Here's something close but still not sufficient.