Miriam, my mention of the prudish grandmother was a deliberate
stereotype on my part. I might just as well have used the stereotype of
the puritan with a high crowned hat with a buckle on it. It had nothing
to do with you. It simply had to do with the subject that you started me
at considering and talking about. Stop interpreting me.
___
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 1:49 PM, Miriam Vieni wrote:
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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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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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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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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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
<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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*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.
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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 6/6/2021 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>
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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