By Michael Slezak
Updated August 30, 2006 at 07:02 PM EDT

Today’s MetaFilter pointed me to a link for, a fairly new site where folks gather to chronicle the tunes that’ve been tainted for them by breakups, woeful live renditions, and other assorted horror stories. There’s a melancholy tale involving The Darkness’ “I Believe in a Thing Called Love,” and a doozy about a guy who heard Rod Stewart’s “Love Touch” during a particularly agonizing dental appointment. (As if that track weren’t painful enough.)

As for me, well, I can never hear Eurythmics’ “Here Comes the Rain Again” without flashing back to a mortifying night back in the mid-1980s (the summer of ’86 or ’87, I think). At the time, I was going through some serious style-related growing pains, and I chose to wear a pair of white parachute pants and a kicky Hawaiian shirt to a Eurythmics concert at the Saratoga Performing Arts Center, an open-air amphitheater in upstate New York. As Annie Lennox broke into her moody ”shooep, shooep”-ing, a massive seagull — quite possibly working under the influence of the fashion gods — landed on the rafters above me, took aim, and deposited a massive blob of excrement onto my thigh. And while, in retrospect, I’m actually glad those ghastly pants didn’t survive the night, I just wish “Here Comes the Rain Again” hadn’t been permanently stained along with ’em.

Have you got a memorable ruined-song incident? Share it with your fellow PopWatchers in the comments section below.

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