I ran across a term recently on LinkedIn, about introverted extroverts, sometimes called 'ambiverts'. Now, I've always found dichotomous arguments beginning "There are two types of people in this world..." to be tiresome. Just like the stupid Myers-Briggs & Stratton, Pierce, Fenner & Smith personality tests. "Would you rather do 'x' or 'y'?" Dude, you gotta give me more context - sometimes x, and sometimes y (and sometimes y not).
Just as with introverted extroverts (I consider myself an extroverted introvert, not as a contrarian, but because at my core I am more private), there are many paradoxes in life: Sadness and loneliness in a sea of people, isolation in a hyper-connected society.
I've always thought this was a beautifully haunting Elton John song.
I saw a guy in a store today wearing an ELO shirt, and was reminded of this song. Like much of Pink Floyd's canon, Jeff Lynne here explores the subject of estrangement and isolation.
Not the first to recognize or note that, in our age of amazing technology, I've been reflecting lately, wondering if we're losing our humanity. A co-worker a couple of weeks ago snapped a smartphone picture of me, then 'Caitlin-ized' me via its imaging software, to render me female. I was actually quite attractive - reminding me of my Daughter - and no, I shan't show you the picture.
But it made me wonder, in this age, why brilliant creative types are creating software to put butterflies on people's noses, kitty ears and whiskers, and outright transgendering them, while there are still deadly and chronic diseases, global disagreements, and other more important issues to tackle.
Late this afternoon, as I was leaving work, another co-worker sent a group text to 18 numbers, five of which were recognized in my contact list, regarding a dog needing a home. Within a half-hour, someone whose number I did not know had stepped forward and pledged to adopt the pup. Technology mobilized a group and solved the problem at hand - nonetheless, the thread continued for another half-hour, devolving into some kind of slam-fest between a couple of the unidentified members.
So maybe I'm evolving into Grumpy Old Man, but, gee, I long for those days when you could have a real one-to-one conversation with someone - no texts or email notifications interrupting - if they'd just pick up that telephone.
Some of you may be of similar vintage as I am. If so, you will immediately recognize this song, and may likely be transported across time and space, as though Doc Brown himself Uber-ed you back to the mid '70s. I had never heard the back story of the making of this tune.
A dear lady who frequents my workplace brought me a copy of White Chapel UMC's 2019 Lenten Devotional Battle Tested. I am enjoying it thoroughly, although I have a tendency to want to read ahead a few days.
"There are people in your life, who've come and gone. They let you down, you know they've hurt your pride.
You better put it all behind you, baby, 'cause life goes on.
You keep carrying that anger, it'll eat you up inside."
I'm not the huge LZ fan - some of their canon strikes me as more collages of sonic textures than music - but there's still much to like. Because I'm not a Zep purist, my favorite LP is In Through the Out Door, which featured relatively less input from Jimmy Page than had earlier albums.
This is an alternate take/remix from the band's second LP:
It's OK. While there is Truth, there are many uncertainties in this life. Many believers become uncomfortable when events in life are not aligned as they believe they should be, and may even become discouraged in their faith as a result.
1 The prophecy that Habakkuk the prophet received.
2 How long, Lord, must I call for help, but you do not listen? Or cry out to you, “Violence!” but you do not save? 3 Why do you make me look at injustice? Why do you tolerate wrongdoing? Destruction and violence are before me; there is strife, and conflict abounds. 4 Therefore the law is paralyzed, and justice never prevails. The wicked hem in the righteous, so that justice is perverted.
The Lord’s Answer
5 “Look at the nations and watch— and be utterly amazed. For I am going to do something in your days that you would not believe, even if you were told. 6 I am raising up the Babylonians,[a] that ruthless and impetuous people, who sweep across the whole earth to seize dwellings not their own. 7 They are a feared and dreaded people; they are a law to themselves and promote their own honor. 8 Their horses are swifter than leopards, fiercer than wolves at dusk. Their cavalry gallops headlong; their horsemen come from afar. They fly like an eagle swooping to devour; 9 they all come intent on violence. Their hordes[b] advance like a desert wind and gather prisoners like sand. 10 They mock kings and scoff at rulers. They laugh at all fortified cities; by building earthen ramps they capture them. 11 Then they sweep past like the wind and go on— guilty people, whose own strength is their god.”
Pastor Brandon this morning - illustrated from the book of Habakkuk -
had a great alliterative message for such times: Don't duck or dodge it
when you're dogged with doubt!
This is a bit thematically linked to yesterday's post, inasmuch as Lindsey Buckingham reportedly learned - at least in part - his fingerpicking style from listening to Kingston Trio/John Stewart records.
Here, from Mirage, is a LB song with Fleetwood Mac, that seems to evoke, possibly, some of the influence from touring with the Everly Brothers in the early '70s. This was one of my favorite songs on my college commute to Denton.
I know where there's a small lake ringed with cottages. As a little kid I was enchanted by the place - at the far end of the lake, I can recall sitting in a cold duck blind with my Grandfather, Dad and Uncle, and a thermos of hot coffee, watching over a spread of decoys. Great memories.
In about two weeks, it will be three years since the passing of Glenn Lewis Frey. I ran across this tribute, very nicely done, the other day:
Not entirely related, but I also happened upon a post-firing interview with Fleetwood Mac guitarist Lindsey Buckingham, in which he discussed that he and the band have come to a financial settlement in the wake of his dismissal from the group. Given the band's tumultuous roster history, it's not inconceivable (if that word means what I think it means, and I believe it does) that the Mac may - at some future date - once again feature the fingerpicking guitarist.
On this site, and possibly in commentary elsewhere, I have opined about the selected replacement(s) for Mr. Buckingham. Viewing the above performance, I had an epiphany regarding whom I would have chosen had Miss Nicks departed instead. Ms. Crow is certainly familiar with some of the material (Landslide in particular), and has a solid body of her own work. She had allegedly been considered in the past as a replacement for Christine McVie, during the latter's hiatus from the band. Still, the group's creative apogee is represented in 'the five'.
Back to Mr. Frey - here's hoping for clearer skies in 2019: