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Hello, Welcome. I’m Renée Valentina and this is Musing Interruptus. Today we go all the way with Eurythmic’s Here Comes the Rain Again. 
Why do I listen to sad songs? Why do I turn them up, put them on repeat, looping my feelings creating a melancholic haze? Cerati says you play sad songs to feel better. Ponés canciones tristes para sentirte mejor. His tone pokes fun at the logic. Or maybe that is a projection of my own mistrust when sharing my sadness. Misery loves company. 
It feels good to know that an experience is shared, even if it is a confirmation that as unique as this feeling presents itself, the person interpreting the notes with their instruments and their voice, echo it, they echo your soul’s pleas organized on a staff, with rhythm, a chorus and a bridge. I like the imagery that songs offer, accompanied by feelings. We do it together, the artists and the listeners. You play the music the way you feel it, I feel it and it all adds to our collective consciousness or at least to pop culture. 
To my favorite singers and songwriters, the melody, harmony, and rhythm, the notes you choose to use, and your interpretation of the lyrics tap into my soul and nurture it. I live for the nuances in how you enunciate and hit each note. 
“Here Comes the Rain Again” by Eurythmics is a mother of a song, like many, it is a song that could not be contained or kept from the public. It needed to exist. I remember listening to this song in the car as a child, in the back seat. You can’t grow up with this music and not love words and music and wonder. Is it raining with you? The core question to understand, to confirm if there is love on the other end of the anguish one feels when you are in love. It’s like Shroedinger’s love affair. There might be love, there might not. If it is raining with you, it is alive. Confirm it by talking to me like lovers do. It is raining for me, is it raining for you? What a beautiful way to express longing, desire, and the utter melancholy and solitude of being in love, and the way it washes over you, an equalizer in the sense that everyone gets wet in the rain (that works on many levels), even if you have an umbrella and galoshes, you will feel the effects of the rain. I’d rather get caught in the rain and get soaked through from running, the drops tearing down my face, camouflaging my tears, than hide away. What a joy to fall in love. Eurythmics tells it that way, describing the freedom and lunacy that falling in love brings… As uncontrollable as a summer storm. You can run and hide from it or stand in the middle of it and hope lightning strikes. Sting’s umbrella is big enough, he says, yet he always gets wet—another guy who uses the rain analogy for love or falling in love. Until I stand corrected, that is my story. 
“Here it comes again” expresses a premonition; scratch that, it is much more than a premonition; she sees the signs: the rain is coming again. This is not the first time it has happened; she has felt this several times. It might feel like a new emotion, but there is nothing new about it. She knows the devastation it brings. She can feel the melancholy coming; this is not a love affair that will materialize. She expresses what she wishes to happen, her desire. The truth she hasn’t come to terms with fully is that if you have to ask, the answer is probably no. 
“Here comes the rain again, raining in my head like a tragedy, tearing me apart like a new emotion.” She knows this is not a song about the consummation of love; it is a... Continue reading

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