Moby seems to have officially, permanently, become a lap cat. We are adjusting. It's good, if sometimes inconvenient.
Cracked mentioned Jethro Tull in an article this week. On Monday, Jethro Tull was the answer in the crossword in the paper. I mentioned this to one of the young guys at work, he'd never heard the name. Went in to give a break, and S had Jethro Tull on the Pandora station.
When I was small, one of my brothers left behind the album, Aqualung. So of course I listened to it, as I read the liner notes. I felt like I'd stuck my head outside, where the icy winds beat every thought from my mind. At church, the recent themes harped on not tempting one's faith, which was for me a massive weakness that I had no wish to test -sure it would crumble unto dust. And this seemed like taking a sledge hammer to the hull of an already leaky craft - that had to carry me to a far shore. I put it away, and tried to put it out of my mind. I had to be a good Catholic, harboring atheistic, or even agnostic thoughts would have torn me apart in that reality. I struggled enough with the pervasive misogyny.
In the beginning Man created God; and in the image of Man created he him.
And Man gave unto God a multitude of names, that he might be Lord over all the earth when it was suited to Man.
And on the seven millionth day Man rested and did lean heavily on his God and saw that it was good.
And Man formed Aqualung of the dust of the ground, and a host of others likened unto his kind.
And these lesser men Man did cast into the void. And some were burned;
And some were put apart from their kind.
And Man became the God that he had created and with his miracles did rule over all the earth.
But as all these things did come to pass, the Spirit that did cause man to create his God lived on within all men: even within Aqualung.
And man saw it not.
But for Christ's sake he better start looking
- Aqualung liner notes.
I never went back to listen to the whole thing. Perhaps, even now, I'm a little wary. First impressions.