Count me among the ones who hears the music. The last time it happened, about ten years ago, it was a completely pristine, unfired 1970 Smith Model 15-8, purchased from an estate by an LGS. Its exact twin from the same collection was there too, and I didn't have the money to buy both; but though the guns were identical in every way except for serial numbers, the one I bought was the one that sang. Kind of like a knife I handled that snuggled down in my hand and sang, "Hey, let's go cut some stuff!"
"Don't let macho be your epitaph."