Carl, I seem to do the same thing that you do. I think of people as
looking like they did the last time I saw them even if I know that
cannot be. But once before on this list I told you about a shock I had
that I should have seen coming. Remember how I told you that I found my
old unrequited love on Facebook and got her phone number? That was
twenty-five years after the last time I saw her. Now it is more like
thirty-three years. I still have her as a friend on Facebook, though,
and we exchange a message now and then. Anyway, after not hearing her
voice for some twenty-five years I called her fully expecting to hear
that sweet melodious voice, the same one I remembered so well. What a
shock! She sounded so old! I still have my mental picture of her from
memory, but I don't like to think about what she might look like now.
And that reminds me of telling some guy in a bar once how I came to lose
my eyesight to the point of not being able to tell what someone looks
like. I was ready to have eye surgery and I said to a nurse, "If
something goes wrong you just might be the last pretty lady I will ever
see." She was. That gave me a fear of flirting with nurses again. But
the guy I was telling this to said, "1988? I bet she's not pretty
now!"Well, that particular eye surgery was only two or three months
after I last saw Linda who now has the voice that sounds so much older.
Again, I don't like thinking about what she might look like now. Most of
the people I now know, though, I have met since losing my eyesight. I
form mental pictures for all of them and I just about know that I am
completely wrong. The mental pictures are so strong , though, that I
once described a certain woman as blond thinking that was exactly what
she was because my mental picture said so. She turned out to be a
brunette. As for myself, well, we just covered that. I have a hard time
imagining myself as white-haired, but based on those occasional comments
I hear I think that is probably exactly what I am. But, frankly, if I
judged by how much time it seems like has passed I feel like I just got
through being a teenager. As for the music again, I think you expressed
a preference for the big band sound. Well, you and Miriam said that you
even have a hard time forcing yourselves to listen to heavy metal, my
own preference. I , on the other hand, have no problem listening to big
band and jitterbug. I don't even dislike it. But I don't like it either.
I think the expression is that it leaves me cold. There are no emotions
that it evokes for me and I have no associations in my life to attach to
it. To me it is just music and even though I don't dislike it I would
rather be listening to something that I do like and have positive
associations with. I think Miriam expressed a preference for folk music
and I do have positive associations with that, just not as much as I do
with heavy metal. And the interesting thing is that folk music is so
closely related to country music that I have negative associations with.
Back when I was a teenager the people who liked country music were
always the racists and other really regressive right-wing types. So I
learned to dislike country music and to associate it with those kinds of
people. Back then I didn't really think about it, but folk music was
really close to being the same thing as country music, but I associated
folk music with progressive movements. As things stand right now most
popular music has not really changed all that much over the last fifty
years. Yes, some new sub genres have come into existence, but even if
you listen to music from one of those sub genres without knowing that it
is a sub genre you would not be able to tell that it was not recorded
fifty years ago. But fifty years ago if you went back only ten years the
difference was drastic and if you went back twenty years from fifty
years ago the difference was tremendously drastic. I suppose that might
have something to do with your referring to these fifty year old songs
that I was posting links to as new. But there is an exception. Country
music has evolved tremendously. Anymore it is difficult to distinguish
it from rock music. And for that matter, there are some rock bands that
were in the sub genre of southern rock. Now they show up on television
on country music award shows and they have not changed the kind of music
that they perform. Somehow over the years these rock bands have
transformed into country bands without changing the kind of music they
do. That shows that country music has pretty much melded with rock. What
is now called country music used to be called southern rock. I am
thinking of bands like LynYrd Skinner and Molly Hatchet. Anyway, while I
was nostalgia tripping with some of that Led Zeppelin and Black Sabbath
music I also looked up some more current heavy metal music. I suppose I
still like the new heavy metal even if not all of it, but it just
doesn't evoke the same feelings and emotions as the old heavy metal does.
___
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 6/10/2021 12:37 PM, Carl Jarvis wrote:
Roger,
One of the very few advantages of being totally blind is that I can
forget what people, including me, look like. The last time I looked
in the mirror and saw myself, I was 29 years old, and I had a
sprinkling of white hairs in my sideburns. By the time I was 40, and
just starting my rehab career, I had a broad white stripe down the
center of my head. Among my coworkers I quickly gained the name of,
"The Silver Fox", a handle I rather enjoyed.
In my inner eye and in my dreams, familiar people come and go, always
looking as I imagined them. And over the passing years they have not
aged. The downside to this eternal youth is that when I awaken and,
still thinking of myself as youthful, I spring out of bed and stagger
into the wall, grabbing at anything in order not to crash and burn.
One final thought regarding the emotions old familiar tunes bring us.
When it comes to old tunes, I love listening to many of them over and
over. But when it comes to the many novels I've read, probably
numbering in the thousands, and including what we call Classics, I
never read any of them a second time. But I can recall the first
books I read, and I smile at the memories brought about from the
simple act of recalling the book. Now We Are Six, was the first book
I was given. A simple little book. One I would never read again, but
one that brings back memories of that day I turned six. Silver
Pennies, a child's book of poems. And books of Nursery Rhymes and on
to finally reach true adventure tales by Mark Twain and later on to
Charles Dickens. And while I find the thought of rereading books to
be boring, I pause to listen to the sweet refrains of an old familiar
tune. "I'm Coming, I'm Coming. Though My Head Is Bending Low..."
Ah, memories!
Carl Jarvis
On 6/9/21, Roger Loran Bailey <dmarc-noreply@xxxxxxxxxxxxx> wrote:
Carl, there is already some white haired elder who hears that tune and
starts muttering the lyrics while they bring back long forgotten good
times. That white haired elder is me. Like I said, I am finding myself
nostalgia tripping right now as I look up these old Led Zeppelin and
Black Sabbath songs on You Tube. As for whether I am actually white
haired or not, the last time I was able to see myself in a mirror I had
only a few wisps of white hair around the ears. Then at some point down
the line someone mentioned my salt and pepper beard. I was shocked. I
could not imagine myself with a salt and pepper beard. Then even further
along I remember mentioning that very discussion to another person with
the same sentiments that I just now mentioned it. That person informed
me that she supposed that I might be said to have a salt and pepper
beard, but that there was a lot more salt than pepper. That shocked me
too. That second conversation was a number of years in the past by now.
So I have a feeling that if I was now described the word pepper would
not be used. Anyway, I do wax nostalgic about those old songs that you
seem to think are new.
___
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 6/9/2021 5:47 PM, Carl Jarvis wrote:
Well now I've listened to the lyrics. I believe that lyrics are as
tied to their times as are novels or TV series and movies.
These lyrics must have meaning to the folks who follow this brand of
music. But they have no sentimental meaning for me. Nor are they
inspiring.
Nor do they bridge one time period with today's world. But years down
the road some white haired elder will hear the tune and begin
muttering the lyrics, and they will bring back some long forgotten
good times.
Carl Jarvis
On 6/8/21, Miriam Vieni <miriamvieni@xxxxxxxxxxxxx> 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.
___
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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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 <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
On 6/6/21, Roger Loran Bailey <mailto:dmarc-noreply@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
<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 <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