Roger,
You didn't directly call me a prude. You responded to what I said by talking
about the kinds of people who might not like the sexual content in books and
songs and among those people, sort of at the top of the list, were prudish
grandmas. In fact, none of what you said really applied to me as far as I'm
concerned. But anyone reading that interchange, would most likely have come
to the conclusion that since you'd written what you wrote in response to what I
said about not liking the lyrics, it did refer to me.
Thank you for answering my question about your employment. I don't remember
having read that information previously. Of course, I might have, and then
forgotten. That kind of thing is happening to me more and more these days. I'm
sorry that your intellectual potential wasn't utilized more fully by your
employment.
Miriam
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Subject: [blind-democracy] Re: Carl, a Led Zeppelin song you might like.
Let me point out that it is also not a very good way to relate to other list
members to pick out a word that another person is using in the context of a
discussion and then decide that you are being called names. I don't recall
having called you a prude even though some of your comments did prompt me to
talk about prudery. Now, as for my employment history, I have explained that
before and I don't know why you are bringing it up again out of nowhere, but I
will at least touch on it again. I graduated from college in 1978 with a degree
in biology and without having given a lot of thought to what kind of employment
I might get with that degree. I had chosen biology as a major because when I
was in high school biology was the one and only course in which everything I
did was perfect. I got 100 percent on every test and had a perfect score in
every lab exercise. I did pretty well in other courses, but that was the only
one in which I did perfectly. I was also interested in the subject. I did not
give a lot of thought to where it might be leading me vocationally. I did
switch my major at one point to education which would have led me to be a high
school biology teacher, but I have also explained the red baiting attack that
was directed toward me that led me to switch back to straight biology. When I
graduated I was also heavily involved in politics. It was a very important part
of my life. I found that most of the jobs that my bachelor's degree qualified
me for were civil service jobs and my political activism was going to run
squarely into the Hatch act. I did eventually apply for a civil service job
anyway, but I was not hired. The job I did end up getting with my degree was a
job with the Red Cross blood services. It was a job that any nitwit could have
done, but I did find out that of the more than forty people who applied I was
the only one with a biology degree and it was that which caused me to be
chosen. The job consisted of distributing blood and blood products to hospitals
at night when the rest of the staff went home to bed and also on weekends. I
did not have to be right at the blood bank for every minute of my shift, so I
carried a beeper and I went to work when I got beeped. That was most often
several times a night. I lived far enough away that it seemed that I often just
barely had time to get home after one call when that beeper went off again and
off to the blood bank I went again. I decided that it would be a lot easier to
just hang around on the streets of downtown Charleston waiting to be beeped
rather than go all the way home. So, hanging around on the streets late at
night I started talking to and getting to know other people who hung around on
the streets late at night. What kind of people were those? Well, there were the
nightclubbers, but their presence was too ephemeral. I might meet them and have
a conversation, but then I would never see them again. Other than those who
else hung around on the streets late at night whom I could talk to one night
after another and get to know. Well, they were the drug dealers and the
prostitutes. Then the time came that I got fired from the Red Cross. Suddenly I
was looking for a job again and not having much to do when I was not looking
for a job. I stuck to the habits I had developed for a while by then and went
back to the streets to hang out and to have conversations with people I knew.
The word got out that I was looking for a job. In pretty much any field of
profession people in that field get to know other people in that field and know
what is going on even if it is in the competition. They also have acquaintances
who get certain kinds of related jobs and so they know when a job might open.
That is how I found out that a certain strip club in a neighboring town needed
a light man. A prostitute of my acquaintance told me. I rushed over and applied
and I was hired. It also happens that when you get a job in a certain field and
get experience in that field you are most likely to get future jobs in the same
or related fields. That is how I ended up getting a job in a porn shop,
becoming a driver for a group of strippers and prostitutes and door man in
another strip club and occasional fill in bartender and so forth. Now, I am
skipping other unrelated jobs in not quite so related areas such as delivery,
door to door canvassing and other jobs. Altogether I did a number of things
that were not really related to my biology degree. It was never a choice. It
was more of a matter of what I happened to fall into.
___
Irvin D. Yalom “Truth," Nietzsche continued, "is arrived at through disbelief
and skepticism, not through a childlike wishing something were so! Your
patient's wish to be in God's hands is not truth. It is simply a child's
wish—and nothing more! It is a wish not to die, a wish for the eveastingly
bloated nipple we have labeled 'God'! Evolutionary theory scientifically
demonstrates God's redundancy—though Darwin himself had not the courage to
follow his evidence to its true conclusion. Surely, you must realize that we
created God, and that all of us together now have killed him.” ― Irvin D.
Yalom, When Nietzsche Wept
On 6/8/2021 9:54 AM, Miriam Vieni wrote:
I suppose that's what it suggests. It wouldn't have occurred to me, but I think
you're right. And I am an old woman so even though I'm not a grandmother
because my daughters never had children, if you'd like to call me a prude,
you're certainly welcome to do so. As I said previously, I don't have any
quarrel with someone who wants to listen to that kind of music, but I don't
like it. To me, it's unpleasant, to say the least. If that makes me a prude,
so be it. You've chosen various other labels for me before which, to your mind
are negative. It's not a particularly positive way to relate to fellow list
members. It's one thing to give one's opinion on a subject and to discuss the
subject and trade opinions. It's a very different thing to derogate the
character of the list member who gives the opinion.
On an entirely different subject, you mentioned in one of your messages that
you worked in a porn shop. In another message a while ago, you said that you
controlled the lights in a bar or nightclub or someplace where there were floor
shows. That caused me to wonder. Given the fact that you have a college
education and that you are extremely intelligent, why didn't you work in the
scientific field or in academia?
Miriam
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Subject: [blind-democracy] Re: Carl, a Led Zeppelin song you might like.
Okay, they are suggestive. In Whole Lot of Love I think they are suggestive of
anal sex. You still haven't said whether you agree. But so what? Other songs
are suggestive of other things. I don't see how it matters. I am curious about
whether I am correct about exactly what is being suggested, but, like I said, I
like Whole Lot of Love because of it overall sound and I especially like the
atonal part. Whatever it is being suggestive about does not distract from that.
A lot of explicit description of sex in a novel does distract from that and
makes it kind of boring, but in a song whatever is being implied or not implied
is irrelevant to the effect of the whole song. Getting upset about sexual
implications in a song strikes me as another kind of gratuitousness, gratuitous
prudery. It all reminds me of old grandmothers with buttoned up collars up to
their chins and high laced boots under their ankle length dresses sitting
around tut tutting about them young hussies who have the brazen temerity to
walk down the street showing their knees. It all causes me to have the urge to
roll my eyes.
___
Irvin D. Yalom “Truth," Nietzsche continued, "is arrived at through disbelief
and skepticism, not through a childlike wishing something were so! Your
patient's wish to be in God's hands is not truth. It is simply a child's
wish—and nothing more! It is a wish not to die, a wish for the eveastingly
bloated nipple we have labeled 'God'! Evolutionary theory scientifically
demonstrates God's redundancy—though Darwin himself had not the courage to
follow his evidence to its true conclusion. Surely, you must realize that we
created God, and that all of us together now have killed him.” ― Irvin D.
Yalom, When Nietzsche Wept
On 6/7/2021 10:16 PM, Miriam Vieni wrote:
Maybe you're correct in the literal sense. But the words, the moans and other
vocal sounds are so suggestive, that they might as well be explicit.
Miriam
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Subject: [blind-democracy] Re: Carl, a Led Zeppelin song you might like.
Actually, I don't see how you could say that the sex is explicit in Whole Lot
of Love. It seems to me to be only implied. But I am inclined to agree with you
about explicit descriptions of sex in books. Well, I don't agree in the way you
express it. I agree in that I can well do without it. That's because it's
boring. There are only so many body parts that can be rubbed against so many
body parts and there are only so many ways to describe it. After you have read
all of those ways to describe it so many times it just doesn't engender much
interest anymore. Furthermore, I get to thinking what the book would be like
without the explicit description of sex. If the descriptions are only now and
then it doesn't seem to have much effect and I can read those descriptions
without getting too bored even if I don't think they are necessary. I will
admit that sometimes, though, they are important to the story, but it seems
that for the most part they are gratuitous. If they are a major part of the
book then they are most likely to be majorly gratuitous. In a case like that if
the descriptions of sex are removed there is not much substance left. That
shows that the main purpose of the book in question was to explicitly describe
sex. But I am reminded of something else from when I was in the seventh grade.
Or it may have been the eighth grade. It was some time in junior high school. I
don't now remember how I came into possession of these, but I did acquire some
books that were explicitly written as porn. Among the students in my school
they were called fuck books. The first one I read with extreme interest. I can
even say that it was titillating. The second one was too, but I started to get
tired of it before I finished. Then I started the third one. Okay, the setting
had changed and the names of the characters had changed, but it was the same
old stuff that the other two had in it and I found it really boring by that
time. I had some more and I may have flipped through them, but I didn't care to
read more. I just passed them all on to someone else who was excited about
reading the forbidden fruit. I never picked up another one until many years
later when I found myself with a job as a clerk in a porn shop. Most of the
porn was in the form of picture books that rested on racks that lined the wall
and that we called magazines even though they were not periodicals. But in the
middle of the floor there was a bin that contained a pile of those so-called
fuck books. I flipped through some of them and read a few passages, but I
quickly saw that it was the same old stuff and still just as boring. But back
to music. Again, I heard nothing in Whole Lot of Love that I would call
explicit description of sex and I don't think I have heard that in any other
song either. There are a lot of songs out there that imply sex to one degree or
another, but I really don't think I have ever heard one that actually describes
it except, perhaps, some drinking songs sung by complete amateurs while more
than a little drunk. I have never heard it in a commercial recording though.
___
Irvin D. Yalom “Truth," Nietzsche continued, "is arrived at through disbelief
and skepticism, not through a childlike wishing something were so! Your
patient's wish to be in God's hands is not truth. It is simply a child's
wish—and nothing more! It is a wish not to die, a wish for the eveastingly
bloated nipple we have labeled 'God'! Evolutionary theory scientifically
demonstrates God's redundancy—though Darwin himself had not the courage to
follow his evidence to its true conclusion. Surely, you must realize that we
created God, and that all of us together now have killed him.” ― Irvin D.
Yalom, When Nietzsche Wept
On 6/7/2021 9:36 PM, Miriam Vieni wrote:
Well first, I think that when your textbook was referring to atonal music, it
was talking about classical music, not popular music. For people who enjoy
traditional classical music, that atonal classical music is very jarring and it
doesn't fulfill the needs that we are accustomed to music fulfilling.
As for the lyrics, and the others which imply explicit sex, I find those kinds
of songs to be in bad taste. I don't like novels which describe sex in explicit
detail, that go on for paragraph after paragraph. To me, they'repornographic
and to me, so are songs like the ones whose lyrics you've provided. I don't
begrudge anyone who enjoys the books or the songs, but to me, they're not
enjoyable. To me, sex can be wonderful and enjoyable, but it's private. One can
allude to it in a book without going into detail, just as one can listen to
love songs without lyrics about the physical dynamics of sexual intercourse.
Miriam
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Subject: [blind-democracy] Re: Carl, a Led Zeppelin song you might like.
I am learning that I really don't like lyrics very much that are out of the
context of the song they are from. It seems to change their meaning or robs
them of any meaning at all. I also think that a lot of the meaning in the
lyrics are contained in the way the singer sings them. In Whole Lot of Love I
think the moaning and gasping quality of Robert Plants voice contributes to any
meaning the song has. It really does imply some kind of sexual ecstasy. Perhaps
what divorcing the lyrics from the song is really doing is just exposing the
vacuousness of the songs that are vacuous in the first place. But I went ahead
and copied the lyrics for Whole lot of Love. First, though, let me mention
this. Back when I was about twelve years old and in the seventh grade I had a
music class. The textbook for the class was explaining different kinds of
music. It mentioned atonal music. It said that some people claim to like atonal
music, but that they were likely not telling the truth. It said that they were
most likely trying to set themselves apart or just trying to be different. At
that time I had never heard atonal music as far as I knew, but I could not help
thinking that the author of that textbook was an arrogant jerk. That is, just
because he didn't like something he just declared that anyone who said that
they did like it had to be lying. I later found out that the places that I
would most likely hear atonal music was the background music for action and
thriller movies. Sometimes when there is intense action on the screen they use
orchestral atonal music as background to heighten the excitement. I still had
not heard atonal music in the context of a piece of music presented as just a
piece of music by itself. The first time I ever heard that was in Led
Zeppelin's Whole Lot of Love. If you listened to even the first part of it you
will know that it is not all atonal, but as the song progresses it fades into
atonality. That is the part where Robert Plant, the lead singer, starts with
the moans and groans. Again,, I think that is important to determining what the
song is really all about. But I found that I did like the atonal part. Just
like Dazed and Confused my liking of the song has little to do with the lyrics.
It has to do with the sound of the whole song. But I can assure you that even
though the atonal part is largely why I like the song it has nothing to do with
my trying to set myself apart or trying to be different. I really do like it.
Anyway, the point came that I started suspecting that the song was about anal
sex. Up to a certain point it didn't have to be. All this stuff about every
inch of my love and way deep down inside and so forth could just as well be
referring to vaginal sex, but the wording just was not quite the way that
vaginal sex would be expected to be described. The clenches, though, was that
part right toward the end where the singer says, "I want to be your back door
man." Back door is exactly the phrase that commonly describes anal sex. Anyway,
even though I think it detracts from whatever meaning the song has here are the
lyrics:
You need cooling
Baby I'm not fooling
I'm gonna send ya
Back to schooling
A-way down inside
A-honey you need it
I'm gonna give you my love
I'm gonna give you my love
Want to whole lotta love
Want to whole lotta love
Want to whole lotta love
Want to whole lotta love
You've been learning
Um baby I been learning
All them good times baby, baby
I've been year-yearning
A-way, way down inside
A-honey you need-ah
I'm gonna give you my love, ah
I'm gonna give you my love, ah oh
Whole lotta love
Want to whole lotta love
Want to whole lotta love
Want to whole lotta love
You've been cooling
And baby I've been drooling
All the good times, baby
I've been misusing
A-way, way down inside
I'm gonna give ya my love
I'm gonna give ya every inch of my love
I'm gonna give ya my love
Hey!
Alright! Let's go!
Whole lotta love
Want to whole lotta love
Want to whole lotta love
Want to whole lotta love
Way down inside
Woman, you need, yeah
Love
My, my, my, my
My, my, my, my
Lord
Shake for me girl
I wanna be your backdoor man
Hey, oh, hey, oh
Hey, oh, hey, oh
Ooh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Cool, my, my baby
A-keep it cooling baby
A-keep it cooling baby
Ah-keep it cooling baby
Ah-keep it cooling baby
Ah-keep it cooling baby
___
Irvin D. Yalom “Truth," Nietzsche continued, "is arrived at through disbelief
and skepticism, not through a childlike wishing something were so! Your
patient's wish to be in God's hands is not truth. It is simply a child's
wish—and nothing more! It is a wish not to die, a wish for the eveastingly
bloated nipple we have labeled 'God'! Evolutionary theory scientifically
demonstrates God's redundancy—though Darwin himself had not the courage to
follow his evidence to its true conclusion. Surely, you must realize that we
created God, and that all of us together now have killed him.” ― Irvin D.
Yalom, When Nietzsche Wept
On 6/7/2021 4:23 PM, Miriam Vieni wrote:
Well, if you send the lyrics, I'll hazard an opinion. It's hard to hear them
and I really don't like listening to that kind of music. I started thinking
about the lyrics of the popular songs of the 30's and 40's that I like and no
one could ever be confused about their meaning. "All of Me", "I Walk Alone"
(during WW2), or folk music like, "Kisses Sweeter Than Wine".
Miriam
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Subject: Re: [blind-democracy] Re: Carl, a Led Zeppelin song you might like.
It was just an acquaintance of mine who was giving me a ride. I happened to
mention that my two favorite Led Zeppelin songs were Dazed and Confused and
Whole Lot of Love and he told me that Dazed and Confused was misogynist. He was
male. I had said that I liked the song for years without ever having paid
attention to the lyrics and I think the same applied to him. He heard that line
about the soul of a woman being created below and jumped to the conclusion that
it was about all women. Then there we were having an argument, a friendly
argument in the car about the song without either of us knowing very clearly
what the lyrics actually were. But that inspired me to look up the song on You
Tube when I got home and I posted the link to it here to get the opinions of
people on this list. Now that I have read the lyrics completely through I am
even more convinced that I am right. By the way, this didn't come up, but I
also happen to think that other song, Whole lot of Love is about anal sex. Here
is the link to that one: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HQmmM_qwG4k
Irvin D. Yalom “Truth," Nietzsche continued, "is arrived at through disbelief
and skepticism, not through a childlike wishing something were so! Your
patient's wish to be in God's hands is not truth. It is simply a child's
wish—and nothing more! It is a wish not to die, a wish for the eveastingly
bloated nipple we have labeled 'God'! Evolutionary theory scientifically
demonstrates God's redundancy—though Darwin himself had not the courage to
follow his evidence to its true conclusion. Surely, you must realize that we
created God, and that all of us together now have killed him.” ― Irvin D.
Yalom, When Nietzsche Wept
On 6/7/2021 3:33 PM, Miriam Vieni wrote:
Who told you that it's misogynist? It isn't about all women. It's a specific
situation. Was the person a woman?
Miriam
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Since Stairway to Heaven came across so entirely different to me when I heard
it without the music and without it being sung I decided to look up the lyrics
to Dazed and Confused too. I can report that even though it came across
entirely differently without the music and being sung too my interpretation of
it remains the same. It appears to be the point of view of a man who is being
emotionally abused by a woman and he is so addicted to her that he keeps coming
back for more abuse. And I still don't think it is the least bit misogynist.
But I am still not into poetry and I really prefer both of these songs as songs
rather than as poetry. Here are the lyrics to Dazed and Confused:
Been dazed and confused
For so long, it's not true
Wanted a woman, never bargained for you
Lotsa people talkin',
Few of them know
Soul of a woman was created below, yeah
You hurt and abuse,
Tellin' all of your lies
Run 'round, sweet baby, lord, how they hypnotize
Sweet little baby, I don't know where you been
Gonna love you, baby, here I come again
Every day I work so hard, bringin' home my hard-earned pay
Try to love you, baby, but you push me away
Don't know where you're goin',
Only know just where you've been
Sweet little baby, I want you again
Ah, ah, ah, ah
(Did you ever look up my woman)
Ah, ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah, ah
Ahh, ah, ah, ah, ah
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ahhh, ahh
Oh, yeah, alright, alright
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah, ah
Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah
Oh, I don't like when you're mystifyin' me
Oh, don't leave me so confused, now
Whoa, baby
Been dazed and confused for so long, it's not true
Wanted a woman, never bargained for you
Take it easy, baby,
Let them say what they will
Tongue wag so much when I send you the bill,
Oh, yeah, alright
___
Irvin D. Yalom “Truth," Nietzsche continued, "is arrived at through disbelief
and skepticism, not through a childlike wishing something were so! Your
patient's wish to be in God's hands is not truth. It is simply a child's
wish—and nothing more! It is a wish not to die, a wish for the eveastingly
bloated nipple we have labeled 'God'! Evolutionary theory scientifically
demonstrates God's redundancy—though Darwin himself had not the courage to
follow his evidence to its true conclusion. Surely, you must realize that we
created God, and that all of us together now have killed him.” ― Irvin D.
Yalom, When Nietzsche Wept
On 6/7/2021 1:02 PM, Carl Jarvis wrote:
Roger,
I listened to the song twice, and I confirmed what I was afraid has
happened. While I still seem to hear normal conversation, my hearing
has changed to the point that the music garbles the lyrics. The only
clear words I got came at the very end, "And she's buying the stairway
to heaven".
I used to have above average hearing, but in some situations where
multiple sounds mix together, I'm having a difficult time following
one thread. I'll need to find a link that takes me to just the lyrics
before I can comment on them.
Along with living 86 years comes this darned thing called "The Aging
Process", a nice way of saying that our parts are wearing out. When
we first bought our get away cabin out here in the Wilds of the Great
Olympic Peninsula in 1987, I could stand on the deck and hear what
sounded like a sizzling. It was very faint, and in the city it was
not even noticeable. Today, some 34 years later, the sizzle has grown
to the point that it is always noticeable. Many little changes keep
showing up. While we felt that we were forcced to retire a year
earlier than we had planned, I can't imagine that I would be an
encouraging sight to an older, newly blind client watching me hobble
up to their door. Remember, most blind folks have varying degrees of
useful vision. As my dear old neighbor used to tell me when I asked
her how she was doing, "My get up and go has got up and went."
Carl Jarvis
On 6/7/21, Carl Jarvis <mailto:carjar82@xxxxxxxxx> <carjar82@xxxxxxxxx> wrote:
Thanks for the comments and suggestions, Roger.
I do use You Tube for lots of off-beat music. Paul Robeson for
example. One of my personal human rights heroes, as well as the
greatest baritone ever.
I have a shelf above my computer that holds about 120 CD's. Most of
them have only been played once. Collecting them over several years
seemed like a good idea, but playing them while working became too
distracting. Pulling up You Tube is easier when I take a break and
relax.
I'll let you know any thoughts next time I listen to Led Zeppelin and
the lyrics to Stairway to Heaven.
Carl Jarvis
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Carl, you really ought to listen to the lyrics. It is disdainful of the
woman who thinks all that glitters is gold and her temerity at trying to
buy the stairway to heaven. All of that seems to mesh with the kind of
things you habitually say. As for buying it, frankly, I haven't been
willing to actually pay for music since I was a teenager. Anyway, even
if I did have any lingering lust for paying for music I don't need to.
Just like I was able to call up this one by typing in a very few search
terms I can call up pretty much any other piece of music I might want to
hear. You can too. Just go to You Tube and enter the name and band name
of your choice and in short order you will be hearing that big band
music you like. There are other choices too. Even though I knew about it
I had not really listened to much death metal music until I downloaded
the Tapin radio software for free. I did a search there and found
several death metal stations that play around the clock with no
commercials. I found out that I rather like death metal. Now I can find
the same stations on my Victor reader. And, oh, I think I can just about
guarantee that you wouldn't like any examples of death metal. Led
Zeppelin and Black Sabbath are really tame in comparison.
___
Irvin D. Yalom “Truth," Nietzsche continued, "is arrived at through
disbelief and skepticism, not through a childlike wishing something were
so! Your patient's wish to be in God's hands is not truth. It is simply
a child's wish—and nothing more! It is a wish not to die, a wish for the
eveastingly bloated nipple we have labeled 'God'! Evolutionary theory
scientifically demonstrates God's redundancy—though Darwin himself had
not the courage to follow his evidence to its true conclusion. Surely,
you must realize that we created God, and that all of us together now
have killed him.” ― Irvin D. Yalom, When Nietzsche Wept
On 6/6/2021 5:23 PM, Carl Jarvis wrote:
You're right, Roger. While I am not a fan of the lead singer, the
overall effect is soothing. And they don't become frantic at the end.
Some groups just can't help themselves. They create a soothing sound
that flows through my Soul...and suddenly they go bananas. I have to
admit, I listened to the total effect, not the lyrics. And the total
effect was fine. So I browsed a number of Led Zeppelin songs, and
found that I would never pay for any Led Zeppelin albums.
The problem is within me. I grew up with the Big Band sound, and went
along with the goosey loosey music of the fifties. I was moved by
much of the creativeness of the sixties and seventies, but struggled
with Hip Hop and Grunge. And as far as Rap goes...it can go. Write
me a short poem telling me your troubles, but please don't put it to
music and snarl out the lyrics over and over and over...
Actually there is not much music that I don't care for. I enjoy
Country, especially the older forties and fifties, and I love
Classical...excluding Chamber Music, and most Jazz except the stuff
that goes piddling around and wanders off in four directions at once.
Did I forget Blue Grass? There's just not much I don't like. But if
it jars my nerves...well that's not music to me.
But thanks for showing me that even a group that I have avoided, even
they have some redeeming grace.
Carl Jarvis
On 6/5/21, Roger Loran Bailey <mailto:dmarc-noreply@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
<dmarc-noreply@xxxxxxxxxxxxx> wrote:
Carl, okay, you didn't like Dazed and Confused. I am pretty sure you
probably would not like much else that Led Zeppelin ever did either.
However, there is one Led Zeppelin song that I think you just might
like. I said that I had never paid attention to the words in Dazed and
Confused before, but in this one the words are so clear and so out
front
that it would be difficult to listen to it without paying attention to
it. Furthermore I think you just might be in agreement with the
sentiments expressed in this one. It is certainly disdainful of greed
and privilege. It is Stairway to Heaven. Let me know if you do like
this
one from Led Zeppelin: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QkF3oxziUI4
--
Irvin D. Yalom “Truth," Nietzsche continued, "is arrived at through
disbelief and skepticism, not through a childlike wishing something
were
so! Your patient's wish to be in God's hands is not truth. It is simply
a child's wish—and nothing more! It is a wish not to die, a wish for
the
eveastingly bloated nipple we have labeled 'God'! Evolutionary theory
scientifically demonstrates God's redundancy—though Darwin himself had
not the courage to follow his evidence to its true conclusion. Surely,
you must realize that we created God, and that all of us together now
have killed him.” ― Irvin D. Yalom, When Nietzsche Wept