[blind-democracy] Re: Carl, a Led Zeppelin song you might like.

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No, Miriam, I noticed all of that and I also notice that you are again doing something that is a very annoying habit of yours. You are trying to make yourself out to be a victim by making things up out of thin air and misinterpreting what I say. Now you have it that just because I am talking about prudery I am somehow calling you names. It is true that it was your comments that got me to be talking about prudery, but I am still talking about prudery,  not you. Remember what I said about imposing interpretations? Mustafa had it that the Qur'an predicted black holes. That was his interpretation. I read the passage in question and it was something about smoke. It had nothing whatsoever to do with black holes. I have seen the same thing done with Nostradamus. People will say that he predicted something that happened in history later on, perhaps centuries later. Then I read the passage that was supposed to make the prediction and it didn't say anything remotely like it is claimed that it says. This is imposing interpretation on something. Someone decides beforehand what they want it to say and then pick out a passage and decide what their interpretation of the passage is going to be. But then the passage still says the same thing and just keeps on saying that same thing no matter how many interpretations are given to it. Well, you do the same thing to what I have to say. For whatever reason you are determined that I am going to insult you or criticize you for things that I am not criticizing you about and you just impose that interpretation on what I have to say. And just like the Qur'an or Nostradamus what I actually said remains what I actually said. Okay, if you are so anxious for me to criticize you then here is a criticism and you don't have to do any interpretation. I mean what I say and say what I mean. Because I say what I mean and mean what I say interpretation is completely unnecessary and is bound to be an incorrect interpretation anyway. When I talk about a subject that may have been based on something you said I am still talking about the subject, not you. For you to take everything so personally is a really annoying habit of yours. I wish you would stop it. That is a criticism.


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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 1:34 PM, Miriam Vieni wrote:


Roger,

So, did you not notice that before I talked about my own personal taste in music, I said that I don't begrudge anyone else's choice to enjoy the music that I don't like? I actually said the same thing in different words, a few times. I never suggested that the music be banned.  That being said, do I not have a right to express my personal distaste for it  without having you describe people who don't like it in negative terms?  Are you saying that certain opinions should be banned from an email list because you disagree with them?  If not, then when you began talking about the people who wish to censor content, you should have been clear that you differentiated between those people and people who just express publicly, their dislike of the content, just as I made clear that I accepted people's right to like music that I don't like.

Miriam

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Miriam, it seems to me that you are determined to have someone put you down so you look for ways to interpret a comment as a put down. Let me explain my problem with prudery. Prudery is a problem on two levels, political and personal. On a political level it has to be fought on a political level. Most often, though, there are other political fights that take priority. On a polittical level it takes the form of censorship. As for myself, I may find those so-called fuck books boring, but I have no problem at all with other people reading them. The censor, though, just can't stand it if someone else wants to read that kind of stuff and the objection is not that it is boring either. It is a moral crusade on their part. I think I have mentioned before that I avoid the word moral or its variations like morality because it is most often used to deride other people for minding their own business. And, yes, the political prude just can't stand it if other people are minding their own business. They actually fight for the passage of laws that would keep other people from minding their own business. That is not just censorship of reading material, movies and music. They also want laws to be passed that will prescribe who may have sex with whom under what circumstances and even diown to the sex acts that they may engage in. All of that self righteous interference in other people's business really rankles me. Then there is prudery on a personal level. That can't really be fought politically. But the prudes are really good at making jerks of themselves. It is their self righteous judgementalism. They are in a perpetual state of disapproval about things that are not their business. I have explained my objections to bible thumpers before and these self righteous prudes tend to be bible thumpers too. They are not always so though. I have actually met people whoare in a constant state of disapproval of other people's attitudes toward sex who do not push religion. They still manage to be obnoxious, though, even if it is not obnoxious on a religious level. And I have noticed characteristics that people like that do tend to have in common. Pleease notice that I did use the word tend. Their constant state of disapproval tends to extend to other things that are not related to sex, per se. They will also express disapproval in other people's choices in movies, books, music clothing styles and so forth. It is as if their main goal in life is to make themselves as obnoxious as possible.

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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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    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.

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    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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        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.

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        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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            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

                *From:* Roger Loran Bailey <rogerbailey81@xxxxxxx>
                <mailto:rogerbailey81@xxxxxxx>
                *Sent:* Monday, June 7, 2021 4:09 PM
                *To:* Miriam Vieni <miriamvieni@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
                <mailto:miriamvieni@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
                *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
                <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

                    *From:* blind-democracy-bounce@xxxxxxxxxxxxx
                    <mailto:blind-democracy-bounce@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
                    <blind-democracy-bounce@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
                    <mailto:blind-democracy-bounce@xxxxxxxxxxxxx> *On
                    Behalf Of *Roger Loran Bailey (Redacted sender
                    "rogerbailey81" for DMARC)
                    *Sent:* Monday, June 7, 2021 3:07 PM
                    *To:* blind-democracy
                    <blind-democracy@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
                    <mailto:blind-democracy@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
                    *Subject:* [blind-democracy] Re: Carl, a Led
                    Zeppelin song you might like.

                    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<carjar82@xxxxxxxxx>  
<mailto: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


                            On 6/6/21, Roger Loran 
Bailey<dmarc-noreply@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>  <mailto:dmarc-noreply@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>  
wrote:

                                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<dmarc-noreply@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>  <mailto: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  ;
<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







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