[essay] Honoring Rain, the Evolution of K-Pop, and the Making of an International Superstar.

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Dear Clouds and Rain fans of all ages and gender across the world, enjoy this wonderful essay written by Jon, one of our newest Cloud USA community members. Jon, welcome! We really appreciate you sharing your essay with us—it’s a fantastic read—and thanks for supporting Rain in a way he so deserves. Awesome!

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Honoring Rain, the Evolution of K-Pop, and the Making of an International Superstar

Written by Jon Carsello

(Images and videos compiled by Stephe @CloudUSA)

Imagine a middle aged man. He is a doctor and the father of two grown sons. He is multilingual and a world traveler. He subscribes to the symphony and to the opera. He attends international film festivals and collects Japanese, African and Native American Art. He prides himself as being a man of taste and sophistication. He is admittedly a cultural snob of sorts. He does not as a habit listen to pop music because he thinks it is not serious art and believes it could not hold any real significance to his life.

On the surface this man appears to be a happy, fulfilled person. Yet he harbors  the memory of a terrible tragedy and is heart is full sadness and longing.

When he was only nineteen, he met the girl of his dreams. The first time he saw her, she was singing. He loved classical music and would sneak away from his frat house to see concerts at the music conservatory across town. He almost always attended the concerts alone.

One night he went to a vocal recital. He saw in the program the first piece was to be Kendertotenlieder by Gustav Mahler. The singer came on the stage. She was young and Asian. She was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. When she sang, her voice had a depth and richness that was remarkable for a person so young. The power of the music and her voice made him tremble with emotion.  He saw in the program the singer’s name was Meiko.

After the concert, he was determined to speak to her. He waited for her at the stage door, but when she came out she was surrounded by people. He felt shy and couldn’t speak to her. Their eyes only met briefly.

The man was a sophomore studying pre-med at university in Baltimore. He was from a working class Italian family and he was a long way from his home in upstate New York . He was first generation American and the only person in his family to ever go to college. He knew how much his parents sacrificed to provide him with this and he took a job as an orderly at a local hospital to help out.

About a week after the concert, the man finished a shift at the hospital and decided to stop by a bookstore and cafe that was on his way home. The place had great coffee . He sat down with his books and started to study. He looked across the room and there was Meiko sitting alone, having coffee and reading a book.

He had to speak to her. He mustered all of his courage and walked over to her table. She saw him approach, and smiled.

“I saw you sing last week,” he said. “You were fantastic.”

“Thank you,” she said. “The piece still needs a lot of work but I was pretty happy with it.”

“I loved it,” he said. “You have a beautiful voice. My name is Giovanni but I go by Jon or Jonny.”

Meiko giggled and asked him to sit down. They talked for hours. He found out she was fourth generation Japanese American and an only child. She was from Washington State and both of her parents were academics. She told him how her parents had to work themselves up from nothing because her grandparents lost everything during World War II when Japanese Americans lost their property  and were sent to internment camps. He told her both of his parents were born in Italy but came to the US when they were both small children. His mom was born in the north of Italy near Venice and his dad in Sicily. Both his parents came from huge families and were poor. He told her his dad was a truck driver and only had an 8th grade education and his mom was a baker who worked in the same bakery shop for as long as he could remember. He told Meiko that he too was an only child because his mom was unable to have anymore children after he was born. He told her how his mom exposed him to classical music much to the disapproval of his father.

He was shocked when she spoke to him in fluent Italian. “You have to know a lot of languages to be a singer,” she told him.  She also spoke Japanese, German and French.

After that night they spent every spare moment together. He loved her with all of his heart and soul.

After they had been together a few months, Meiko was offered a chance to  to sing in Europe. An opera company in Prague made her an offer. As difficult as it was for him to say it, Giovanni told Meiko she had to follow her dreams. He promised her would wait for her and would always be there if she ever needed him.

Meiko went to Europe and Giovanni threw himself into his studies. He was at the top of his class. He had already been accepted into several medical schools and had a slew of scholarships.

Giovanni saved his money, and at Christmas he flew to Prague to see Meiko.

When he saw her, she did not appear happy. She was living alone in a cold, dreary room. She had not yet been given a major roll to sing. She was lonely and sad. They held each other for hours and swore eternal love to each other. Her contract would be over in a few months and they would be together forever.

About a month after Giovanni returned home, he received a call from Meiko. She told him she was pregnant and was planning to return home. When she arrived they decided to get married. They needed to tell both sets of  parents the news.

Giovanni knew from the beginning of their relationship that Meiko’s parents expected her to marry a Japanese man but if one was not available a Chinese or a Korean would suffice.  The two of them used to laugh about it and never took it too seriously.

Giovanni met her parents and told them what had happened. He asked their permission to marry Meiko and though they were polite and civil towards him he could see the anger and disappointment in their eyes. Meiko’s mother asked him a lot of questions about his past and his family and then asked him to leave.

Later, Meiko told him that after he left, her mother flew into a rage. She told Meiko that Giovanni  and his family were nothing but a peasants. “Italians made terrible husbands,” she told her. “He’ll never respect you.”

Meiko simply told her if she wanted a relationship with her grandchild, she would have to accept Giovanni and respect their relationship.

Things with Giovanni’s parents didn’t go any better. His mother was obsessed with the fact that Meiko was a Buddhist and not a Catholic. She insisted that Meiko had to convert before they got married and they had to raise their children Catholic. Giovanni considered himself culturally Catholic but he was not religious. He told his mother that he had no intention of  asking Meiko to convert and he would allow his children to pursue any spiritual path they wanted to follow. She started to cry and said they would all go to hell.

His father was even worse. He had fought in the Pacific during the Second World War. “I didn’t fight all those years for you to knock up and marry a Jap!” he scolded.

“How dare you say that!” Giovanni shouted. “Her family was in this country before our family even knew where it was. Because of bigots like you, they lost everything during the war when the government took away their property rights and sent them to camps. You forget that Italy was an enemy to the U.S. too. What makes you think that we are any better?’

In the end the couple was married during a small civil ceremony in Baltimore. Both sets of parents attended and to their credit remained supportive of the young couple and their grandchildren for the rest of their lives.

Their first son was born six months after the wedding. In spite of the hardships of being married and having children so young their relationship was full of joy. Eighteen months after the birth of the first, their second son was born. They were a happy family and planned when they were more financially stable to have another child—hopefully a daughter. Their love for each other continued to grow and they felt nothing would stop them from having a long, wonderful life together.

Then one day, the unthinkable happened. Giovanni’s beautiful wife, the love of his life and the mother of his sons, was struck down right in front of him by a drunk driver. She died in his arms. He was covered with her blood and he screamed in desperation and horror.

For months, the agony of his loss and the unrelenting pain Giovanni felt was unbearable. He contemplated suicide but he knew it could never be an option. He needed to care for his children. He needed to be strong.

As the years passed, he did a good job of covering his feelings. His career flushed, he watched his sons grow up and prosper. He never remarried or even had another romantic relationship. In his heart, Meiko had never left him. It was only with her that he could share his inner most feelings and secrets. Every night before sleeping he spoke to her and he felt her presence.

One night, he came home from a concert. He was alone. He had just heard a famous soprano sing Kendertotenleider. It was the first time he had heard the work since Meiko had sung it so many years before. His emotions were raw. He decided he would go on line and find some videos of Taiko drumming. He felt that the primal rhythms of the Taiko would sooth him. He desperately needed to get some sleep.

When the results of the search appeared on the screen, on the top of the list was a photo of a young man taken from one of the videos. The performer was alone on the stage. He was in a semi-prostrate position. His body was covered with water.

“What is this?’ Giovanni thought. “ I don’t think this has anything to do with Taiko.” It was a mystery to him how the photo happened to appear on the screen. He clicked it.

The young man in the video started to sing in a language he did not fully understand, yet the intensity of his voice compelled him to keep watching. The camera shifted to show the audience watching the singer. It seemed full of screaming teenage girls. He felt embarrassed. “Maybe I shouldn’t be watching this,” he thought.

Yet he could not turn the video off. The singer’s voice and presence had touched him in a way he never felt before. The emotions the singer expressed seemed intensely personal, and in spite of the thousands of people watching him, the singer appeared to Giovanni to be completely alone.

During the course of the song the singer turned around and walked toward the back of the stage. He turned around and  removed his shirt. Rain started to fall upon him and he fell to his knees. Giovanni went into a trance . He reached out and touched the computer screen. When he touched it, it was as if a bolt of lightning had gone through him. The gates of of his heart opened and all the feelings that had been locked away inside of him for so many years were suddenly released. He had spiritually connected to the singer. Tears ran down his face and he felt as one with the singer. Somehow he knew the song the singer was singing was the story of his life. That night, that experience, was the beginning for Giovanni a new life and a personal transformation.

As you might have guessed, the singer who touched the man so deeply was Rain, and the person telling it is me, Giovanni Antonio. The song was “Nan” as Rain once sang it on tour in Japan.

Those of us who are followers of the arts are seekers—seekers of truth and beauty. We are in a constant search, looking for insights about ourselves and the world around us. I have spent countless hours in theaters, reading, in concert halls, cinemas and art galleries searching for such insights. Although I have had many amazing experiences,  nothing compares to that fateful night I discovered Rain on my computer.That encounter truly changed me and if that is not the function of art, I don’t know what is.

My family and friends have all commented on how I have changed for the better. I laugh more, and I’m no longer afraid to have fun. They say I am more honest and open about my feelings. I’m not afraid to to reach out to other people, listen to their stories and react in an empathetic and caring way. I dress better and have become enthusiastic about life. Rain, through his work, helped me to become free of the bondage of my past and gave me hope.

Since that night, K-pop has become a very important part of my life. Some critics say that K-pop is just American music sung in Korean. K-pop may be inspired by some types of American popular music, but it is in a class totally of its own making. I recently heard a CD called “Shanghai Jazz Meets the Upper Crust.” It is a collection of Chinese jazz songs spanning in time from the 1920s through the late 1940s. Jazz was very important in Shanghai  during this period and although it was inspired by American Jazz, the Chinese musicians approached it from a uniquely Chinese perspective. Jazz historians now view Shanghai Jazz as an important movement in the history of Jazz and its own art form. The same is true of k-pop in its relation to western popular music.

When you enter my house the first thing you see is a framed poster of Rain taken from the cover of his CD “Back to the Basic.” It makes me happy when people ask me about it because I can educate them about my favorite star, turn them on to his music and his compelling persona.

On the wall of my kitchen is a poster of 2NE1. I have affection for these girls because, like Rain, they love to push limits and stimulate our imaginations. On the wall of my bedroom is a large poster of the Wonder Girls all dressed in white. They are beautiful and, like Girls Generation, bring feminine beauty and talent to new levels of excitement. I like to imagine them as the daughters I never had.

As far as the other male stars are concerned, I don’t even know where to begin.

Let’s start with some of the guys from Big Bang. G. Dragon, the leader of the group, is nothing short of astonishing in his ability to recreate himself over and over again to new levels of fun and invention. On the one hand he can present himself as a wild, androgynous  glitter boy rocker, and then turn around during the same show and get down with T.O.P. and the rest of the guys, becoming an all male, masculine street punk. His solo album Heart Breaker is fantastic. It has a distinctive Asian edge that is distinctly his own.

Tae Yang, another member of Big Bang, is one of the best song and dance men on the planet. He possesses the athleticism of Gene Kelly and the funk of Micheal Jackson. Why he is not already an international sensation outside of Asia is beyond me.

TVXQ have some of the most spectacular concerts I’ve ever seen. The DVD of 2nd Asia Concert O is an example. The concert begins with with images flashing on a gigantic screen of  World War II and nuclear annihilation. The group comes out and does a montage of incredible songs, dances  and costume changes that is nothing short of astounding. The set ends with the song “Rising Sun”. The song has elements of funk, rock, hip hop, punk and techno all wrapped together. At the end of the song the guys disappear and an image of a beautiful girl appears on the screen. She is seen in mist of a dead, apocalyptic landscape and falls into the sea. At this point the background of the stage becomes completely blue and the girl appears in person floating in the blue. A young man swims toward her and there is a thrilling areal, underwater ballet done to soothing, melodic music. When the guys reappear the tone of the concert is completely changed. They all have beautiful voices and break into a medley of lovely ballads and love songs. Two members of the group, Mickey and Max, sing songs in perfect English with Max even venturing into jazz with “When I First Kissed You.” Somehow in the middle of all this, Xiah comes out and performs “My Page”, singing and dancing in wild, uninhibited abandon. I get breathless just writing about it.

2PM is the group I’m most familiar with that seems to embody most of the contributions that Rain has made to K-pop. I’ve seen them singing Rain songs, and their style of dress, vocals and dance moves are very reminiscent of Rain. I love it when after one of their adrenalin driven concerts they turn around, read messages from their fans, and start to cry.  Like Rain, they can be cool, sexy, tough, macho and sensitive all at the same time.

What is clear is that K-pop is a dynamic art form  in a state of constant change and innovation. I see its influence everywhere. In the past week alone, I’ve seen Girls Generation on two nationally syndicated talk shows. On a recent episode of Glee there was a song clearly inspired by K-pop. The guys on the show were trying to help their teacher find a way to propose to his girlfriend. When the song starts, all the guys have on black tank tops adorned with glittery red  scarfs. The dancing definitely went up a couple of notches and in the end I swear the whole thing could have been taken out of a 2PM music video.

So where does all this leave Rain? How will it affect him and his career with things changing so quickly while he is out of the picture for awhile? Is he in danger of being left behind and forgotten?

Recently I read an article in a European men’s magazine called Mate. It was an extensive article about K-pop called “K-pop a Go Go”. It had lots of photographs of current stars and talked a lot about a number of groups  and individual artists. There was no mention of Rain anywhere in the article.

Even in the large Korean community in LA where I live, there is a disturbing absence of Rain.  There are two exceptional Korean video and music shops here—one of them is located in an elegant shopping mall and is almost completely dedicated to K-pop and contemporary Korean culture. On my first visit I bought a copy of every Rain CD they had. They had no DVDs of his concert or music videos. The lady who works in the shop told me that a lot of Rain’s DVDs are no longer being produced in Korea and they are hard to come by. She told me about the Cloud USA website. The other shop had nothing of Rain’s work in the entire shop.

Close to where I live, there is a very trendy sushi-Korean fusion restaurant  owned by a couple of very hip, young Korean American guys. The place is always packed and in the bar they often play K-pop and J-pop music videos. After I’d been there a couple of times,  I noticed I hadn’t heard a Rain song or seen one of his music videos. I asked one of the owners about it and I was shocked to find he knew almost nothing about Rain.

“Isn’t he that martial arts guy from Ninja Assassin?” he asked. He knew nothing about Rain’s music.

What makes Rain different from all the other K-pop, heart throb idols? Is he just one of the pack or is he special?

Rain is definitely different and special. For one thing he is a rebel. He has no problem challenging the squeaky clean somewhat erotophobic image of K-pop. He makes it clear that he is a sexual being and that to him romantic love and sex are deeply interwoven. The way he often performs “Nan” is a perfect example. “Nan” is a song about lost love and erotic longing. He is not afraid to communicate this in the way he touches his body, moves or with the pain he expresses in his voice. I cannot listen to “Nan” or watch it performed by Rain without breaking into tears. The honesty of his performance  is overpowering to me. Obviously this same honesty disturbs some people and we have to contend with the misguided censorship of a lot of Rain’s performances.

When Rain moves, he moves from the base of the solar plexus called, in the language of dance, the pelvic floor. Many movement theorists believe this part of the body is the center of the life force. Rain, when he preforms, rests comfortably in the pelvic floor and shares it with the universe.When I show female friends of mine videos of Rain they universally tell me he is one on the sexiest men they have ever seen and a lot them admit they have never thought of other Asian men in the same way. He has a universal appeal to almost everyone.

Being the father of two Amerasian sons, I’m well aware of the difficulties they’ve encountered as a result of racial stereotypes. My sons, like Rain, don’t fit any of the stereotypes imposed upon men of Asian descent.

My youngest son is an actor and specializes in musical theatre. Like his mother, he has a marvelous singing voice. He looks something like Keanu Reeves, only handsomer and more Japanese. Recently he toured Europe as “Bernardo” in a new production of West Side Story and was interviewed by Italian radio.

The announcer asked: “I see that your ethnic background is Italian—Japanese  American. How is it you are able to play a Puerto Rican  so effectively?”

My son answered in prefect Italian: “I went to Puerto Rico and to Spanish Harlem to research my character, and I found plenty of guys of Asian decent who spoke Spanish and identified themselves as Puerto Rican. I imagined that my dad was a Puerto Rican GI after World War II,  who married a Japanese girl and immigrated to New York.  I am an actor and I never plan to limit my ability to play certain rolls because of my ethnic background.”

Rain, like my son, has the ability to play a lot of roles and I’m sure he has his choice of scripts  in Korea. What I’m concerned about is what roles he may be offered in Hollywood or London. God knows we’ve seen enough Korean, Japanese, Thai and Chinese actors play martial art action heroes, nerds and gangsters. Rain is one actor whose talent and appeal is universal, so what is stopping script writers, casting directors and the like from allowing Asian stars like Rain the opportunity to play juicer, non-ethnic specific roles usually reserved for Caucasian stars like Brad Pitt, Leonardo DeCaprio  or James Franco? Rain has the appeal, talent, creative intellect and passion to bypass all of them.

I have no doubt that when Rain emerges from his military service he will be stronger, more mature, and wiser. We need to let Rain, his management team, and the world entertainment industry know we believe it is time for him to be given the opportunity to take his rightful place as one of the great international superstars of our time.

— Jon Carsello

~ by Cloud USA on February 17, 2012.

33 Responses to “[essay] Honoring Rain, the Evolution of K-Pop, and the Making of an International Superstar.”

  1. Yes Rain really is a special being and conveys so much emotion when he dances, sings and acts. I also hope that at some point, the world will know all his talent and he is recognized for what it is, and a great artist, a great man.

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    • Hi, Patricia. Thanks for your comments. 🙂

      You are so right. Rain is a unique, phenomenal talent, and he’s going to go a long, long way. He has made such a difference in my life by inspiring me to keep going through illness and hard times and to believe in myself. He has shown me what a human being can do with drive and determination mixed with humbleness and compassion. There is no one else like him, and there never will be.

      Stephe ^@@^

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  2. Thank you so much for sharing this amazing essay! Rain has appeared in my life thro’ very hard times too and he’s changed it for the better too. So I will never stop being thankful to him.

    “So where does all this leave Rain? How will it affect him and his career with things changing so quickly while he is out of the picture for awhile? Is he in danger of being left behind and forgotten?”

    I constantly ask myself the same questions…I’m so worry about him and his future now *sigh*

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  3. […] few weeks ago, we published an essay by Jon Carsello.  His was an incredible tale about the moment in time when he became a devoted follower of Rain […]

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  4. Reblogged this on lovethyrain and commented:
    Beautiful Story Of Love and Concour ❤ this tells so much about Jon and shows his insight to life and Love and yes i absolutely agree with everything you say about Rain. He has changes us all in a Beautiful way ❤

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  5. Thank you Stephe for sharing this beautiful story of Jonny’s life!! and grazie Jonny^^ anche per me “Nan” e la sua piu bella cansone!

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  6. Very nice story! 🙂 And I am very happy to see the photo of my home – Prague – on this blog.

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  7. Beautiful and very moving essay. It’s so awe inspiring to see the kind of effect Rain has on so many people. The man is a natural performer and it shows. Thanks for sharing.

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  8. OMG!!1 this is so fruitfully touching STORY of Jons story meeting his wife and have such 2 child i could magazine how much it give him such a beautiful family and strong family he he give it all his love and heart to her and doesn’t matter what race they are that what touch me the most coz this is truly inspire relationship he care and very love her so much …. not to mention of that but he is one of kind to inspire Rain of his heart for giving him hole new life and bring to new environment spirit of Rain and became idol if him and discover his singer , actor and World Star he become and admire who he is and told the share of Rain Nan that he never forget either
    Rain is one of a kind. He has such a powerful presence and music that give many peoples of life to inspiration by Rain …!! this story so TOUCH that i felt like he truly have such GIFT FULLY life and family and yet found himself talent Artist as well.. *Snif* 😥

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  9. Wow…this was beautiful. It really got me thinking.

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  10. Wow that was such a beautiful and touching story! I was really touched in my heart by his story. Rain is one of a kind. He has such a powerful presence and music that he effects so many people regardless of their race or age.

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    • Flower,

      Yes, isn’t it amazing? Such an incredible performer.

      I am still so terribly upset by Whitney Houston’s death. The world has lost another angel and an incredible performer. It is so sad. :-{

      Terri :-{

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      • I’m very sad with Whitney’s death too. As a performer she was magnificent and is such a tragedy she died this way. My heart goes to her beautiful girl who is devastated. I hope she can recover from this awful moment. Whitney was a great woman, a loving mom and we will never forget her amazing voice and beautiful heart. May she rest in peace.

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  11. Good news, ladies!

    Jon said he would be glad to send me some pics of his son to share. :-}

    We’ll do that as soon as we receive them, okay?

    Terri :-}

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  12. Amazing story, really touched my heart. It proves beyond any doubt the power of music over a human being. I heard people said, oh kpop is an imitation of american pop, it has no musical value, is a passing music movement that will die soon. Oh, I trully believe is not! Kpop may have some similarities with american pop but it has a flavor of its own, it has amazing lyrics, beautiful and innovative sound and will stay for years to come! Regarding our beloved Rain, the man is something else. There’s only one Rain and he’s beyond any performer I’ve seeing before. Rain is unique, his voice is so beautiful, his moves fluid, delicate but manly and you believe every word he said thru his music even when you don’t understand it! After seeing Rain in a stage, other performers seem dull. We all can understand Jon’s enthrallment cuz we all have gone thru it. When you get to know Rain, you see life in a positive way cuz the man is so full of life, enthusiasm, love, wisdom and creativity that there’s no way you can’t be impressed! Rain changes lives, he’s that amazing! I’m really happy for Jon, for the joy he found in music and for the positive change Rain made in his life. Like in the movie Samurai, were Tom Cruise and Ken Watanabe discussed the meaning of life thru their conversations, I miss my conversations with Rain thru music and I can’t wait for him to get out of his duty to continue our conversations. 😀

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    • A conversation with Rain through music. I love that, Mari… Very well said.

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      • It’s just the way it is for me! I love music, is part of my life and to me is a form of communication with the performer. Rain says so much thru his music! I think he has a song for every moment in life! Lol!! I came to love him thru his music and I feel that void and miss his way of thinking. I can’t wait to hear what he has to say thru music when he comes back. 😀

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  13. Excelente article. And prove the point that Rain can touch any race/ethnic. Allowing people from different places to see Asians with a different light. By the way, I would like to see a picture of Jon’s son ;p to see how handsome he is. Jijijiji

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    • Ah ha ha.

      Well, Lluvi, we can always ask.

      Hey, Jon? Can you send us a picture of your son? The ladies would like to see him. Since he is an actor, maybe we will be able to support his work somehow even.

      Terri :-}

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  14. WOW! It is so moving! Thank you Stephe for sharing it! It is an amazing story from an amazing man! I think Rain become THE IDEAL for everyone who met his voice and performaces! He has got a special aura which flew up us to another dimension then we start to love him forever and ever!

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  15. I am reading this essay and cannot stop crying. The history of a beautiful love that it remains in the time, and then as Rain it influences powerfully his feelings. I knew him when my father went away of the house and left us. and was very sad, and through his history, his struggle, his strength and his example, made ​​often forget this difficult time of my life. Thank you for sharing this story has really touched my heart. Rain is more than one sees to simple sight, and happily they are many persons who now have the privilege of seeing it. Thankss..stephe

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  16. I can’t help myself but cry. Rain is truly amazing. I’m not into K-pop myself, even Korean dramas, but Rain change my life. Though I started watching Korean drama series and movies through Song Il Gook, a.k.a. Jumong, but I started listening to Korean music through Rain. Oh! Correction! I am only listening to Rain’s music. Not even other English music (but Westlife). I’m not into arts, music or orchestra but I am into RAIN! I understand when you say Rain touch your life even the first time you saw him. We had the same experience. When I watched “Love Song” the first time-the first ever Korean song and Rain’s song I ever listened to-I fell in love with him! Since then until now and until the end, Rain would always be in my heart, forever and ever. Nice reading your story. I would never forget it.

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  17. OMG!! I’m weeping!!!

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  18. Wow now that was powerful. It gave me chills reading it. This shows Rains aura can be seen and felt by all regardless of race age or creed. Great essay. Bravo! I’m almost tearing up right now. Rain would love to read this ♥

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  20. thats nice i like that thanks for sharing ^^

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