Commentary
It happens from time to time that John Dowland’s song “Flow, My Tears” (1600) comes across the playlist. Every time, it stops me in my tracks. It is utterly mystifying and truth-telling in ways that are painful and shocking. I then get obsessed and listen to every version of it. Every performance is different. Why? Maybe because it is so personal and overwhelmingly pathetic in the sense of being soaked with pathos.
