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No one has truly gone to the depths of what music does to the human
soul. We can only share the experiences we have with it. There is something
about organizing instruments and sounds and words into something coherent. They
create memories, make us feel things or express properly what we were really feeling,
and, by sheer volume, they remind us of the power of love.
In those dark days, the ones I now look at as rest, music was all we
had. We lived in the songs and there was a song for everything. The rain song
was the main one. Mr. Purdy summed up the irony of the situation best by simply
saying: I love the rain the most/when it stops.
What was it about that line? It felt that life was raining, and we were
looking forward to when it stopped. I am not sure we got any better when it
stopped but it was nice not to be wet anymore.
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