For me, rockabilly is very, very exciting music. It's electric and kind of wild, you know? It's 'make your hairs stand up on the back of your neck' kind of music.
I attend Internet conferences all the time, and they literally make the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.
What I'm trying to produce is the visual equivalent of the chord change that makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand up.
I think most people, even if they say they hate horror movies, there's that feeling you get inside that you love. I mean, I love it. I love to have the hairs on the back of my neck stand up or get that chill up my spine.
If the hairs on my neck stand up while I'm writing, I figure the reader will get the same kind of shock.
If the hairs on my neck stand up while Im writing, I figure the reader will get the same kind of shock.
I'm riddled with cynicism. Whenever anyone says 'trust me,' the hairs go up on the back of my neck.
A lot of people live in fear because they haven't figured out how you're going to react when faced with a certain set of circumstances. I've come to terms with this by looking deeply into whatever makes me fearful - what are the key elements that get the hairs up on the back of my neck - and then figuring out what I can do about it.
You could feel the place going crazy because we hadn't been on stage together for maybe 35 years and the audience could just feel us in the darkness come on and they went nuts. It made the little hairs stand up on the back of my neck and we sang Sit on My Face, which I thought was wonderfully appropriate for George's memorial, and then we bowed and we showed our bare asses.
Mine would be Your Song, which is just one of his ones that I... I was actually glad the whole song wasn't played in this film and it's just a few bars of it because it makes me cry. You know, there are some songs that just make the hairs on the back of your neck just stand up? That's one of those for me - I put it on if I want a good cry.
When I hear the bagpipes, it makes the hairs on my neck stand on end. It always makes me weep.
I didn’t look back, but I knew you were still watching. It probably sounds weird, but I could just feel it. The hairs on my neck bristled when you blinked.
Over the years, whenever I've felt that little twinkle in the hairs on the back of my neck., as I encountered an original thought or observation in a fishing book, I've turned the corner of the page down.
I hate being mean. I watch those roasts on Comedy Central and they make the hair on the back of my neck stand up.
I'm not Charlie Chaplin and will never, ever claim to be. But when I become the 'Tramp,' I can feel the hair stand up on the back of my neck.
I happen to collect the weird stuff - photos that make the hair on the back of your neck stand up a little. The uncanny.