Taking pleasure in things that are bad for you.
Music: The Beatles, “Here Comes the Sun”
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You CAN get too much of a good thing.
ANY good thing, apparently.
There is one exception.
Memorial Day 2018
Yesterday at Burger King I heard a song I’d never heard before, that impressed me enough to do significant research. I don’t know who did the cover. From the music and the lyrics, I supposed the creator to be Elton John. The music really moved me, but I found the lyrics to be dark.
It proved to be “Stoney End,” created by Laura Nyro.
I knew nothing about her.
Turns out she created a ton of hits, and was vastly influential.
She eschewed the celebrity lifestyle, which I think William Tell would like to do also.
Friday 06/01/12 we were working on the assembly line, and the music they had on the PA was WQSR 102.7 “Jack.” I didn’t mind; it was an interesting change of pace.
At mid-afternoon this one song came on that made me feel tense. What song, I don’t recall and it doesn’t matter. The music made me feel tense. That’s what this post is all about.
The earlier post entitled “Change your diet” was all about words. One needs also to be aware of the feelings and attitudes music itself brings out in you, and choose accordingly.
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On one occasion sometime between 1983 and 1990 — I can recall where I was living, but not where I was working — I came home from work and became suicidal. I don’t recall the basis of my agony, but it almost certainly pertained to certain foibles of “the flesh” that my “spirit” seemed powerless to overcome.
A former student had left a cassette tape at my door that day, full of music he wanted to share with me, beginning with “Bad” by U2. I had a second floor apartment, and had sometimes heard this from the boom boxes of people who walked by outside; and I knew what effect it would have on me, particularly the opening section, with the bells. Given my state, for that reason I intentionally delayed playing it.
When I couldn’t bear the pain any more, I put it on, and was at once transported from the pit of despair into a place of perfect peace. I count this as a case of divine intervention: by means of that young man and that music, God saved my life.
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