Miriam,
If revisiting old tunes makes you weepy eyed, then by all means don't listen.
But as far as reading the same books over and over, to me it's like
seeing the end of a tennis match or a football game, and then they
begin to play the rerun from the beginning. Unless I was the coach, I
saw the end, so why would I care to see it all over again? That's how
I feel about even the greatest books. I read the ending, I followed
the adventures. I rejoiced with the hero's victories. Why would I go
through all of that again?
But regarding you not being able to listen to certain songs without
becoming teary eyed, I have some of the same feelings. With me
however, it's more of a lonely feeling. Songs that always brought a
smile to my face and a reminder of certain times and events, suddenly
make me uneasy. Even to the point of not talking about it. Right now
I'm fine, but subtle changes can creep over me and leave me restless
with a sense of loneliness. I assume that it's all tied into my
having lived beyond the Expectations. And there can be no turning
back or tweaking the story so I can gain a new lease on life.
Carl Jarvis
On 6/10/21, Miriam Vieni <miriamvieni@xxxxxxxxxxxxx> wrote:
Carl,
You and I must be exceptions to the rule. So many people seem to enjoy
rereading books, but I don't. I used to love listening to my favorite music.
That stopped several years ago when every familiar piece of music began
making me cry. And now, even if I wanted to listen to music, the hearing
aids distort the sound. People on the blind hearing aids users' list say
that there may be a way to change the digital adjustment in order to listen
to music. I don't think that is within my aids' capabilities, but even if it
is, it's not within mine.
Miriam
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Subject: [blind-democracy] Re: Carl, a Led Zeppelin song you might like.
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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Subject: [blind-democracy] Re: Carl, a Led Zeppelin song you might
like.
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