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Saturday, December 10, 2016

Another Search for Light in the Darkness

My entries this holiday season are turning out to be a series of essays regarding an ongoing search for light (or truth, if you prefer) in the approaching darkness of our changing leadership.

Wow!  Just that sentence alone is too dark to contemplate further.

And yet, the holidays are happening anyway.  The sales are on, shoppers are out in force or more likely this year in front of their computer screens poised to click their mouse for the best holiday deal ever, the songs are playing on the radio, and the decorations are up everywhere.  There is no stopping the holiday this year despite the signs of gloom.

I don’t know the full story of how this feeling of good cheer came to be scheduled for this time of year.   This time of year when days are darker longer, the air is colder, and the environment overall is more hostile to human survival then at any other time of the year.  No, I don’t know the full story, but I’d be willing to bet that somewhere there was a conspiracy undertaken at some point to create a season of glad tidings for a time of year when mankind would be sorely tempted to commit mass suicide rather than brave the elements of the environment.

Now the cosmos has rubbed more salt in the wound this week with the passing of Greg Lake.  Like many others in the music industry, he recorded a composition for the season, but his work (I Believe in Father Christmas) is not a warm and fuzzy call for candy canes and eggnog.  No, in fact he went the other way. Lake dared to express his disillusionment with how the whole good and jolly season has been undermined by the mantra “buy, buy, buy.”

To that end, we will post his thought provoking ode which has been an earworm for me the last few days.  I don’t mind hearing it over and over.  The melody is soft, but beguiling.  You’re fooled into thinking this will be another happy joy tune for the season, ah, but the lyrics pull you up short.  No, listeners, it’s not necessarily an uplifting tune crammed with symbols of the season.  Rather it’s an indictment of how those symbols have been co-opted by that great “c” word: commercialization.

So go ahead buy that snow shovel which Irving Berlin insists you’ll need for Christmas Day.   Stock up on those chestnuts so you can imbibe in your favorite Currier and Ives fantasy.  And, oh yes, give an ugly pine tree a good home for a few weeks before it gets dumped to the curb for its ultimate fate in the shredder and next year’s mulch. 

I know, I know.  These images are dark.  That’s dark, dark, dark.

By all means, do all this, but keep Lake’s final pronouncement in mind.  It’s a philosophical finale which will get us through the gaudiness of the season and, perhaps, the shape of political things to come; “We get what we deserve.”

Oh, there’s some light now...

(Thank you for reading. Rest in Peace, Mr. Lake.)


Blogger Raybeard said...

With all due respect to Mr Lake of blessed memory - Xmas cheer? What, with Brexit and the Trump hovering over us like evil spectres just waiting to play havoc with our lives? Christmas? Bah - humbug!

Btw: Do search out the irony in my comment. ;-)

December 10, 2016 at 10:57 AM  
Blogger Bob said...

I'm gonna try to find the light this year ... it's out there, small, I imagine, but it's out there.

December 10, 2016 at 11:32 AM  
Anonymous Just Janey... said...

Dear RTG,
What a beautiful way to both honor Greg Lake, and to recognize the tough times some of us are having right now (me included). Thank you. RIP, Mr. Lake, and his bandmate, Mr. Emerson, who took his own life this past March. "Welcome back, my friends, to the show that never ends..."

Also thanks for calling today; I am having some difficulties after a rough dental appointment yesterday, but hope to be able to speak clearly enough to call you tomorrow.

Love to you and WQ,

December 10, 2016 at 1:58 PM  
Blogger todd gunther said...

Thank you Raybeard! Irony received and understood.

Thank you, Bob. I know it's hard to keep in mind now, but the light is out there somewhere.

Thank you Janey. I'm still not up to full voice anyway, so it's just as well that we both rest today. I look forward to tomorrow.

December 10, 2016 at 2:23 PM  
Blogger Ur-spo said...

Dark times indeed.
But the solistice promises at the darkest time the sun will return.

December 11, 2016 at 9:46 AM  
Blogger Jimmy said...

I fear not being able to tell fact from fiction. Is the news media right?????? Russia controls all what is fed to the masses. Could t happen here. So much uncertainty.

December 11, 2016 at 9:50 PM  
Blogger todd gunther said...

Yes, So, we can always hope for light at the end.

Thank you Jimmy. Telling fact from fiction may be the new way to exercise our minds for the foreseeable future.

December 13, 2016 at 8:50 PM  
Blogger Fearsome Beard said...

May the light find you and fill you with love, laughter, joy and peace this eve and hold you tomorrow.

December 24, 2016 at 9:40 AM  
Blogger Unknown said...

Here's what you need, bro;
this'll help, I hope...

The more you shall honor Me,
the more I shall bless you.
-the Infant Jesus of Prague
(<- Czech Republic, next to Russia)

trustNjesus ALWAYS, dood,
and wiseabove to Seventh-Heaven...
cuzz the only other realm aint too cool.
God bless your indelible soul.

January 5, 2017 at 2:36 PM  

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