Second Thoughts - The Young Captain Kirk

Greetings Dear Reader,

Sometimes I will end the day with thoughts that are important to get out.  Usually I just write them and put them in my journal folder.  I have chosen that on occasion I will share them with you Dear Reader.

Those who know me know of my lifelong love for all things Star Trek.  I have heard over and over criticism

of the Captain Kirk in the last two movies as lacking the morals and character of the original series (TOS) Kirk.  I would propose a few things in our young captain’s defense. 

He is in a different time line and there will be differences, full stop.  To expect everything to be the same is not in keeping with history of Star Trek.  We do not know for sure where the history diverges but from that point on our two Kirks would be different in small and large ways.  We know our original Kirk lived on Tarsus IV and went through a devastating food crisis.  Our new Kirk does not have that history.  He grew up in Iowa with a stepfather.  Our TOS Kirk has a very different path through the academy and to command than does our new one.

He has not had the experiences that our TOS Kirk has had when we first encounter him.  It is obvious that the new Kirk is younger and less experienced.  He does have the same friendships.  Gary Mitchell is absent in the new timeline.  He was TOS Kirk’s helmsman before Sulu.  It also seems that the TOS Kirk’s service aboard the USS Republic is not a part of our new Kirk’s history.

Since we are a product of our environment and experiences in many ways I would posit that to judge our new Kirk too harshly is to not give him the freedom to become.  He is just stepping into the shoes that will lead him to greatness.  I surely would not want to be forever judged by the foolishness of my twenties self. 

Wishing you joy in the journey,

Aramis Thorn

Mat 13:52 So Jesus said to them, "That is why every writer who has become a disciple of Christ’s rule of the universe is like a home owner. He liberally hands out new and old things from his great treasure store."

A Walk with Aqualung – Hymn 43

Greetings Dear Reader,

Cathedral of Christ the King, Atlanta

When I was young and they packed me off to parochial school I was told over and over about how the church was always right.  When life crushed my innocence and optimism I sought out people in the church to help me through the things with which I dealt.  This song showed me a glimmer of what I would eventually come to see as the difference between any church and following Jesus Christ.

This song is so simple but says so much about the contradictions between what Jesus does to save us and what the church has turned it into.  I see the repeated “Oh Jesus save me!” as a genuine plea.  The world needs deliverance form the impure application of the message of Jesus. 

It took me many years to see that I should not judge Jesus by the actions of his followers but by who he is.  I also see, as one would follow Christ that I must take care that my actions reflect who he is and not what some organization claims about him.

I live in a town where I have often seen the bumper sticker “Dear God please save me…from your followers.”  It is horrifying that this has often been too true in the world.  On the fringe and in the mainstream there have always been those ignore what Jesus taught and use him for their own purposes.

In this song I references to the commercial church, hypocrisy in the church, and the failure of the American church.  The second verse seems a clear reference to manifest destiny and it absolute rejection of the truth of the Gospel.  It also seems that the last verse is an image of how the true image of Christ is weakened by the failures of the church and its people to live out the words of Christ.

I also took the time to look up Hymn 43 in the hymnal for the Church of England.  They do not have an “official” hymnal but they do use one.  Hymn 43 is an evening hymn and quite beautiful although I could not find a rendition suitable for you Dear Reader:

Savior, breathe an evening blessing - James Edmeston and Edward Henry Bickersteth

1870

Savior, breathe an evening blessing

Ere repose our spirits seal;

Sin and want we come confessing:

Thou canst save, and thou canst heal.

Though the night be dark and dreary,

Darkness cannot hide from thee;

Thou art he who, never weary,

Watches where thy people be.

Though destruction walk around us,

Though the arrow past us fly,

Angel guards from thee surround us;

We are safe if thou art nigh.

Father, to thy holy keeping

Humbly we ourselves resign;

Savior, who hast slept our sleeping,

Make our slumbers pure as thine

Blessèd Spirit, brooding o'er us,

Chase the darkness of our night,

Till the perfect day before us

Breaks in everlasting light.

Before I conclude I wonder how many of you notice that the interlude riffs in this song an excellent prelude to Locomotive Breath.  It is intriguing to me how well this song sets the stage for the remainder of the work.  It is also amazing to me that it evoked so much anger in me when I was young.  Then I heard the final phrase of each verse as a mockery.  Now I see that I too want to be saved from the pollution of religion by truly following Jesus Christ.  Oh Jesus save me!

Hymn 43 – Ian Anderson

Our father high in heaven, smile down upon your son.

Who's busy with his money games, his woman, and his gun.

Oh Jesus save me!

And the unsung Western hero, killed an Indian or three,

And then he made his name in Hollywood to set the white man free.

Oh Jesus save me!

If Jesus saves-well, He'd better save Himself

From the gory glory seekers who use His name in death.

Oh Jesus save me!

Well, I saw Him in the city and on the mountains of the moon -

His cross was rather bloody - He could hardly roll His stone.

Oh Jesus save me.

Wishing you joy in the journey,

Aramis Thorn

Mat 13:52 So Jesus said to them, "That is why every writer who has become a disciple of Christ’s rule of the universe is like a home owner. He liberally hands out new and old things from his great treasure store."

A Walk with Aqualung – My God

Greetings Dear Reader,

This song leads the B side of the original album.  The soft guitar at the outset is deceptive and lulls one into a false sense of calm.  The words are tumultuous and raw.  The song also clarifies that any religious hints on the A side were intended.  The song stands on its own musically.  I will focus on the words and their impact on me.

The accusation in the first line is not directed at the church organization but rather the people in it.  It is not allowable for the people of the church to put responsibility on the organization for the truth of who God is.  If we remember the words on the album cover this is a continuation of the problem of making God in our own image.  We take Christ, who conquered death through the resurrection and force him into the mold of a religious construct.  If the construct is all we can see then the God we worship is not a god at all.

In contrast Ian Anderson expresses that the God who is part of all of us is the God of everything.  He then insists that we not ask him to save us from our own accepted sins.  It is not the construct of the church or religion that leads to salvation.  It is arrogance to think that we can demand God’s presence in our rituals when we do not acknowledge him everywhere (Windup).

We turn leadership into graven images by assigning them power they do not have.  We make things and people our gods instead of turning to that with real power.  We use guilt, sin, and confession to control people instead of love, grace, and mercy to spur them to greatness.

I must follow Christ, not any construct or organized system.  I must allow the trappings of religion to be the man made things they are and follow only what Christ teaches.  This does not mean that I abandon the church but rather that I work within it to build it into what it is meant to be for God.

Back then, in 1971, it was not that I did not believe in God.  I was in full belief and so angry at him that I was rejecting everything about him.  If all God cared about was my sin and my confession then I wanted nothing to do with him.  It would be some time before I realized that the God of the universe was not what the church told me he was.  Rather I would come to learn that he was much more than that.  On the night of that realization this song was running through my head.

My God  – Ian Anderson

Oh people - what have you done

Locked Him in His golden cage.

Made Him bend to your religion

Him resurrected from the grave.

He is the god of nothing

If that's all that you can see.

You are the god of everything

He's inside you and me.

So lean upon Him gently

And don't call on Him to save you

From your social graces

And the sins you used waive.

The bloody Church of England

In chains of history

Requests your earthly presence at

The vicarage for tea.

And the graven image you-know-who

With His plastic crucifix

He's got him fixed

Confuses me as to who and where and why

As to how he gets his kicks.

Confessing to the endless sin

The endless whining sounds.

You'll be praying till next Thursday to

All the gods that you can count.

Wishing you joy in the journey,

Aramis Thorn

Mat 13:52 So Jesus said to them, "That is why every writer who has become a disciple of Christ’s rule of the universe is like a home owner. He liberally hands out new and old things from his great treasure store."

Second Thoughts - Brat Fest 2013

Greetings Dear Reader,

Sometimes I will end the day with thoughts that are important to get out.  Usually I just write them and put them in my journal folder.  I have chosen that on occasion I will share them with you Dear Reader.

As a chilly rainy Memorial Day weekend closed I thought of all the picnics, celebrations, and events impacted by the weather.  When one lives in a place where summers are short every chilly day between Memorial Day and Labor Day means loss for the merchants who make a living off of summer.

One of my favorite such events is Brat Fest.  It is the world’s largest celebration of brats.  It is also a world class charity event.  I have written about it often and one can lean all they wish from the official Brat Fest web page.  As of this writing the count for the weekend is just over 151,000 brats.  The record set in 2010 is 209,376 seems to be out of reach this year.

The weather impacted the money that will go to charities.  I care deeply about this but I also know that the money raised will help.  I often wonder how the weather impacts things such as this in the long term.  Will a rainy weekend keep people from including it in their plans next year?  I know that I did not go every day like I usually do and part of me wishes I had.  I know that I look forward to it every year rain or shine. 

Wishing you joy in the journey,

Aramis Thorn

Mat 13:52 So Jesus said to them, "That is why every writer who has become a disciple of Christ’s rule of the universe is like a home owner. He liberally hands out new and old things from his great treasure store."

A Walk with Aqualung – Up to Me

Greetings Dear Reader,

One must begin any thoughts on this with the defining of certain terms.  I have read many analysis of this who do not get some of the basics of British culture and so those analysis proceed from false assumptions.  So in list fashion here are some key terms in this song:

Wimpy Bar – A fast food hamburger chain

Silver Cloud – A Rolls Royce

Tennis Club – Tennis Racquet

Copper – A police officer

Half of Bitters – A half pint of a very hoppy beer

Day-glo Pirate – I have no idea

The music, the timing, and structure of this song are both lovely and unsettling for me.  This person is obviously wealthy and does as he pleases.  I find this honest at least.  To whomever he is speaking he is explaining that whatever they have done it was his choice.  The individual sees everything as up to him.  I think that Cousin Jack’s is either a literal cousin or a place he frequents and causes a ruckus.  It is up to him but he takes no real responsibility for the results of his actions.

In the second verse he shows that even given the needs of our cast of characters he will have excess if he wishes.  If he wants to spend his money on a Rolls and playing tennis it is his choice.  Think about the great distance between owning a Rolls and riding a bike in the cold then having a flat tire.  I think the “yellow fingered smoky girl” may be another reference to Cross Eyed Mary.  Again we see, an excess that is his choice.

In the bridge he threatens the second person in the conversation.  Even though he is rich enough to buy Rolls he views himself as a “common working man.”  He explains that he will gladly put a beating on his friend as soon as the police officer leaves if he chooses to do so.

In the last verse we see two distinct things that are negative: the rainy season and the sinking of the “day-glow pirate.”   Whatever is meant here we know that he laughs at it and too soon for that matter.  He then returns to addressing his “friend”.  He is clear that no matter that friend’s feelings what has happened is up to him.

The way in which this song impacted me was simple.  No matter my level of affluence or poverty my choices are mine.  The truth is that my choices determine who I am.  When I am honest about this I usually choose well.  It is when I do not take personal responsibility that I get into trouble.

When I first encountered this song, I took the protagonists side.  I arrogantly thought it was just up to me without caring for the consequences of my actions.  The feeling that one can do as he pleases without any responsibility for the outcome pleased me at that young age.  We become what we do and I embraced this thinking.  Driven by anger and pain I saw my birth father in the thinking and headed down the path to become him. 

Fortunately for me there was an intervention to come.   At the time, however, it was anger fueled self-centeredness that ruled my spirit.  It caused me to see the rest of the album in a far different light than I do now.  I hope the coming contrasts thought provoking.

Up to Me – Ian Anderson

Take you to the cinema

And leave you in a Wimpy Bar --

You tell me that we've gone too far --

Come running up to me.

Make the scene at Cousin Jack's --

Leave him put the bottles back --

Mends his glasses that I cracked --

Well that one's up to me.

Well you know it’s up to me

I said it’s up to me.

I buy a Silver Cloud to ride --

Pack the tennis club inside --

Trouser cuffs hung far too wide --

Well it was up to me.

Tires down on your bicycle --

Your nose feels like an icicle --

The yellow fingered smoky girl

Is looking up to me.

Oh you know it’s up to me

Well I'm a common working man

With a half of bitter -- bread and jam

And if it pleases me I'll put one on you man --

When the copper fades away.

Oh you know it’s up to me

Whoa I said it’s up to me.

The rainy season comes to pass --

The day-glow pirate sinks at last --

And if I laughed a bit to fast.

Well it was up to me.

Take you to the cinema

And leave you in a Wimpy Bar --

You tell me that we've gone too far --

Come running up to me.

Well you know it’s up to me

I said it’s up to me.

Wishing you joy in the journey,

Aramis Thorn

Mat 13:52 So Jesus said to them, "That is why every writer who has become a disciple of Christ’s rule of the universe is like a home owner. He liberally hands out new and old things from his great treasure store."

A Walk with Aqualung – Wond’ring Aloud

Greetings Dear Reader,

And the transitions begin.  The brightness and hurry of Mother Goose give way to a gentle sweetness in Wond’ring Aloud.  The opening statement is inclusive.   How do “we” feel today?  Imagine the impact of always caring about how others feel as you examine your own feelings on a subject.  I have incorporated this into my life in many successful ways.

As we ponder the meaning of this song we avoid that many see it in puerile fashion as a veiled sexual reference.  Since Ian Anderson is a master of double, triple, and multiple entendre I will not state that it is not there but if it is, the final message is even more important.

What impacts me is that he focuses on the fact that we sustain each other.  We are our own saviours in that we sustain each other.  Like Milton he understand

s that no man is an island.  At this point I must say that no matter how many layers of entendre you assign to this song the message is the same on every level.

“It is only the giving that makes you what you are.”  Again my young attempts to descend into solitary self-loathing have a voice telling me that this is not the way.  I will not listen for some time but the voice is there none-the-less. 

In light of this the modern or current me finds this song a constant reminder that even in something simple as making toast I need to see that others give themselves to me.  What a beautiful gift that realization is.  I can give to others even if it is only a cup of cold water.  If I do it in love from the heart I am beating life that person.

Giving makes us who or what we are.  If I give only to myself then I become selfish and bloated.  If I give to others I become light and perhaps can float as well.  Will the years treat us well?  Only if we are truly giving to each other.

Wond’ring Aloud – Ian Anderson

Wond'ring aloud -- how we feel today.

Last night sipped the sunset -- my hands in her hair.

We are our own saviours as we start both our hearts beating life into each other.

Wond'ring aloud -- will the years treat us well.

As she floats in the kitchen, I'm tasting the smell

Of toast as the butter runs.

Then she comes, spilling crumbs on the bed and I shake my head.

And it's only the giving that makes you what you are.

Wishing you joy in the journey,

Aramis Thorn

Mat 13:52 So Jesus said to them, "That is why every writer who has become a disciple of Christ’s rule of the universe is like a home owner. He liberally hands out new and old things from his great treasure store."

Second Thoughts - In Memorium

Greetings Dear Reader,

Sometimes I will end the day with thoughts that are important to get out.  Usually I just write them and put them in my journal folder.  I have chosen that on occasion I will share them with you Dear Reader.

I have friends, family, and students in the military.  Most of them have served over seas during the last decade.  I know one family who has three sons serving.  I would be remiss in my responsibilities is I did not take a moment to say thank you to those who serve so I can do as I please.

In that thinking I want to mention something that I think we do not realize as fully as we should.  Even those who seem just fine on their return home may not be so.  We need to insist that in every aspect of life we honor and care for our veterans.  We must assure that society welcomes them home and demands that their needs are met. 

They need time, jobs, education, and constant gratitude in the form of us being good to them.  There is no statute of limitations on the debt we owe people who put themselves in the line of fire for us.  We need to care for them and their families as if they are our own.  They are.

To those I know, I thank you for your service.  I thank you for your sacrifice.  I thank your families.  I will remember.

Wishing you joy in the journey,

Aramis Thorn

Mat 13:52 So Jesus said to them, "That is why every writer who has become a disciple of Christ’s rule of the universe is like a home owner. He liberally hands out new and old things from his great treasure store."

A Walk with Aqualung – Mother Goose

Greetings Dear Reader,

I find the music in this song so very bright after the sweet sadness of Cheap Day Return.  The harmony between Ian Anderson and Martin Barre is almost playful.  Ian has said in a rare explanation of why he wrote a certain song that this was created to cheer him after writing Cheap Day Return.

There is has been much speculation as to the references in this song.  Here are my opinions and I claim no special knowledge as to the author’s intent.  He adds new characters that will appear again in other songs.  He also gives us a hint about what is happening around him.

Piccadilly Circus 1971

One must remember that Jethro Tull is beginning to experience real commercial success.  The band’s tours have expanded across the pond to the United States though I will not get to see them perform live until 1972 in their first visit to Atlanta.  This backdrop is necessary to see my perspective on this song.

I think that from the beginning Ian Anderson had a very deep feeling about the commercial aspect of the music world.  He was never in it for the money.  As he is writing and recording this album the Beatles are breaking up.  I think this is the reference to crying school girls.  I think as well that the comment about labourers and gold is a reference to his feelings about the money the band is making.  They work hard to make money to buy records whilst he sings and plays to get their money.

I also see a progression from the money aspect to the social aspect of wealth.  His character, Johnny Scarecrow will show up again in another song about the needs of the homeless.  Here, I believe he is commenting on the fact that a man is cold and a snowman has a mac or coat.  Can one really steal from a snowman?

What this song does for me is end a prelude.  We have seen Aqualung, Mary, Ian’s own sadness, and other social aspects of London (Piccadilly Circus).  The music is about to turn a corner going from specific to general; personal to universal.  I remember how much I enjoyed this song and played it over and over.  I researched the meaning of the things in it without the lovely aid of a computer (my first computer encounter was still fifteen years away).

What I saw then and still see clearly now is that even in our success there must be something outside of ourselves to which we give our attention.  Even in “cheering himself up” Ian Anderson considers the needs of others.  This gnawed at me because I was trying to close in on myself and shut the world out.  Here was an artist I admired telling me I could not.

Mother Goose – Ian Anderson

As I did walk by Hampstead Fair

I came upon Mother Goose 

So I turned her loose

She was screaming.

And a foreign student said to me

Was it really true there elephants and lions too in Piccadilly Circus?

Walked down by the bathing pond to try and catch some sun.

Saw at least a hundred schoolgirls sobbing into handkerchiefs as one.

I don't believe they knew I was a schoolboy.

And a bearded lady said to me

If you start your raving, and your misbehaving

You'll be sorry.

Then the chicken-fancier came to play

With his long red beard (and his sister's weird: She drives a lorry).

Laughed down by the putting green

I popped 'em in their holes.

Four and twenty labourers were labouring

Digging up their gold.

I don't believe they knew that I was Long John Silver.

Saw Johnny Scarecrow make his rounds in his jet-black 'mac

(Which he won't give back)  Stole it from a snowman.

As I did walk by Hampstead Fair

I came upon Mother Goose 

So I turned her loose

She was screaming.

Walked down by the bathing pond to try and catch some sun.

Saw at least a hundred schoolgirls sobbing into handkerchiefs as one.

I don't believe they knew I was a schoolboy.

Wishing you joy in the journey,

Aramis Thorn

Mat 13:52 So Jesus said to them, "That is why every writer who has become a disciple of Christ’s rule of the universe is like a home owner. He liberally hands out new and old things from his great treasure store."

A Walk with Aqualung – Cheap Day Return

Greetings Dear Reader,

For those who do not already know it, a “Cheap Day Return” is a reduced price return train ticket in which the round trip is made on the same day.  Ian Anderson has indicated that he wrote this and Nursie concerning a visit to his ailing father.    I have included both below.

I cannot imagine how little fame matters when a beloved family member is ill or dying.  Cheap Day Return is one of the bands shortest songs.  The sweet guitar in it transforms one to the sadness of the man standing on the platform.  He is dancing on the outside but wondering if his father gets the care he should.

I remember how this short tune reached deep inside me to the place where I was hiding all I was feeling.  Sadness hung in my heart constantly ripping away any good feeling that tried to penetrate it. 

I remember feeling like a misfit and outcast everywhere.  My encounter with Christ that would change me was still three years down the path.  I remember making the conscious choice not to care about anyone or anything.  This song touched the sadness and set the stage for other more malevolent feelings that would arise in me.

At age eleven I was already trying things that were dangerous and unhealthy.  I would listen to this song over and over.  I was trying to play the guitar and had an ear good enough to fake this song.  Only later did I realize the complexity of the music and depth to which that complexity carried the listener to the pit of sadness hanging in the singer.

There was no Nursie to cool my fever at this time.  No one was left to brush away the pain and darkness was warming up a sirens call that tethered to the depth of my being.  The trips back and forth between surviving my daily life and turning inward became less taxing and more costly almost daily.  My pain and gathering darkness offered unending cheap day return.

Cheap Day Return – Ian Anderson

Preston Platform

On Preston platform

Do your soft shoe shuffle dance.

Brush away the cigarette ash that's

Falling down your pants.

And you sadly wonder

Does the nurse treat your old man

The way she should.

She made you tea,

Asked for your autograph --

What a laugh.

Nursie – Ian Anderson

Tip-toes in silence `round my bed

And quiets the raindrops overhead.

With her everlasting smile

She stills my fever for a while.

Oh, Nursie dear,

I'm glad you're here

To brush away my pain.

Wishing you joy in the journey,

Aramis Thorn

Mat 13:52 So Jesus said to them, "That is why every writer who has become a disciple of Christ’s rule of the universe is like a home owner. He liberally hands out new and old things from his great treasure store."

A Walk with Aqualung – Cross-Eyed Mary

Greetings Dear Reader,

In an interesting juxtaposition we are introduced to another of the players.  Ian’s comments on the song are below. 

"Cross-Eyed Mary is a song about another form of low life, but more humorous. It's about a schoolgirl prostitute but not in such coarse terms. She goes with dirty old men because she's doing them a favour, giving people what they want because it makes them happy. It's a fun kind of song."  Ian Anderson in Disc and Music Echo, 20th March 1971

One should remember that this is said in the vernacular of the seventies and Ian’s choice of words to not, therefore, reflect the insensitivity they would today.  The writer’s own words clear up that the girl is a prostitute and not just a slattern as some have speculated.

More importantly is that this is the song that first drew me to Ian Anderson’s amazing skill with the flute.  The intro is currently my favorite intro to any song.  One must also note the power of the bass line in this.  It is an eternal testament to Jeffery Hammond-Hammond’s skill.  Both musically and lyrically this offering is brilliant and amazing.

The story shows us a girl who chooses to give or sell herself to lecherous men.  Much speculation has been made about her name.  The writer has not chosen to weigh in on it so one cannot say what it means with authority.  The possibilities as I see it are an actual affliction,  a religious reference (perhaps she goes to a parochial school), or a reference do death where her eyes are “x” as in cartoons of the earlier era.

What is clear is that even in affluent Highgate the morals of the place are in dire need of revision.  The thing about prostitution is that it would not exist if there were no one willing to participate.  That our subject does it willingly and for fun does not change the culpability of those who use her.

We see another example of how society has failed to assure that people can get their needs met without abusing or using others.  I do not wish to make Ian’s song carry more baggage than he intended but I also see the deep dark sadness of both Mary and her customers.

I must assure that I never use others.  It is not just wrong it does long term damage.  It puts eternal pain into the life of the used.  I have made others feel used before and I hate that I have done it.  I must not use others. I must serve them, love them, and be all that I can to show Christ, not religion to them.

Cross-Eyed Mary – Ian Anderson

Who would be a poor man, a beggar-man, a thief - if he had a rich man in his hand?

And who would steal the candy from a laughing baby's mouth - if he could take it from the money man?

Cross-eyed Mary goes jumping in again.

She signs no contract but she always plays the game.

She dines in Hampstead village on expense accounted gruel,

And the jack-knife barber drops her off at school.

Laughing in the playground gets no kicks from little boys:

Would rather make it with a letching grey.

Or maybe her attention is drawn by Aqualung

Who watches through the railings as they play.

Cross-eyed Mary finds it hard to get along.

She's a poor man's rich girl and she'll do it for a song.

She's the rich man stealer but her favour's good and strong:

She’s the Robin Hood of Highgate- helps the poor man get along.

Wishing you joy in the journey,

Aramis Thorn

Mat 13:52 So Jesus said to them, "That is why every writer who has become a disciple of Christ’s rule of the universe is like a home owner. He liberally hands out new and old things from his great treasure store."