Fearless

King Ibn Saud with President on board a ship r...King Saud With FDR in 1945Image via WikipediaAutostart Sunday

Folks that know me will be quick to recall that I absolutely despise embedded content that automatically starts as the page is loading. You find that all over MySpace, and that’s one of the reasons I don’t surf MySpace pages. So why am I doing it here?

I feel like breaking some rules, so it’s Autostart Sunday @ Wordout. The song you’re listening to is Fearless, from the Pink Floyd album, Meddle. For some of you, it’s a pleasant journey back to a simpler time. For the rest, you might be tempted to quickly click away, but I hope you’ll let it play while you read this. It relates, in a way, to what I want to say today.

More down below…

An Example

It’s an example of something we can do, that we normally wouldn’t do. It’s not illegal, it’s just… antagonistic to some people. People like me, in this case. It doesn’t hurt anybody at all, it just bothers them.

So what’s that got to do with the price of oil in Arkansas? Surprisingly, it’s got lots to do with it. Oil prices, gas prices, the ‘wars’ in Iraq and Afghanistan, the gutting of the 4th Amendment, retroactive immunity, the failure of the world’s financial system… all these things depend on everybody believing what they’re told, doing what’s expected.

Well, I don’t believe it.

For instance, if we believe what we’re told about 9/11, a group of Saudi terrorists attacked us. So we declared war on Afghanistan. Then we invaded Iraq. Now the government wants to attack Iran. Whatever happened to the fact that these terrorists were from Saudi Arabia?

It sounds like some sort of comedy plot from SNL or The Daily Show, but this is real life. How can we just sit and watch all this go down on our TVs? And again, the question: What to do about it?

Since the FISA bill was passed I’ve devoted much thinking to that question. I’ve decided that within myself there is something that will not accept the way things are, the direction our country is taking. I’ve decided that to simply live with myself, I have to do something about it.

Legally Antagonizing Federal Foolishness (LAFF)

I propose to use laughter as a means of voicing individual and collective dissatisfaction with our government in general, and our senators, congressmen and presidents specifically. When Barack Obama tells us that he now supports the FISA legislation, we shouldn’t be outraged. We should laugh at him, as if he expects us to believe anything else he says from now on. When Bush says the war is over, or there is no recession or (insert Bush words here), we should just laugh at him. That he bothers to tell us anything at all is hilarious. Nearly 9 out of every 10 Americans believe him to be a barefaced liar. His stupidly crafted lies are funny. The results of those lies: not so funny.

So what’s the point in laughing? If enough of us just start laughing at these fools, maybe we can antagonize them enough that they will get angry, and do something Really Stupid. Or maybe they will get tired of it and actually stop lying, or actually pass legislation that Helps America, instead of destroying it. In any case, it’s hard to get arrested or taken away in the night for just laughing. We can still laugh at our leaders.

Such a sad and funny thing, our leaders. They lie barefaced to the cameras with smiles on their faces, knowing they are untouchable. Our president literally lies to get us involved in an illegal war of aggression, by-passes existing laws to illegally collect every communication, every email, every phone call and text message in America, breaks other laws whenever he wants. Then our congress passes a law which says it must have been legal because the president said it was so, and to remove all doubt in the future, from now on whatever the president says is okay.

I am Jon, and I just gotta laugh at the fools.
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Fearless

You say the hill’s too steep to climb
Climb it.
You say you’d like to see me try
Climbing.

You pick the place and I’ll choose the time
And I’ll climb
That hill in my own way.
Just wait a while for the right day.
And as I rise above the tree lines and the clouds
I look down, hear the sound of the things you’ve said today.

Fearlessly the idiot faced the crowd
Smiling.
Merciless the magistrate turns ’round
Frowning.

And who’s the fool who wears the crown?
And go down,
in your own way
And every day is the right day
And as you rise above the fear-lines in his brow
You look down, hear the sound of the faces in the crowd.
(the crowd sings at a sports event)

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But Then The Tide Comes In

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This Sunday, I’m thinking about beliefs.

Maybe it’s that tomorrow is my birthday. As I add another year to the running count I become a bit retrospective, wanting to pause for a moment and consider what has gone before.

Decades ago, while sitting in a restaurant, I made some observations about some of my most basic beliefs. I wanted to share a bit of that with you today. I hope you’ll enjoy.

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But Then The Tide Comes In

I believe in those mountains
rising above my horizon
just there, to the west.
I believe the air circulating those peaks
to be crisp, clean, almost painful to inhale,
that to cross those peaks
is an awesome task
and one I must accomplish.

I believe that whoever you are
with this napkin to your lips,
you have a word or two to say
and will find your time to make it heard,
to make your voice stand out
in the midst of all mankind,
to scratch your name in sand
as we all do, in our time.
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I am Jon, still scratchin’.

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Miscellaneous Personal Current Events

The 'Glasses Apostle' in the altarpiece of the...Image via WikipediaFrankenglasses

I’ve lost 3 pairs of glasses since last Friday. Two pair of reading glasses and one pair of Frankensteinian sunglasses. My trademark look is gone without those Frankenglasses. It will be sorely missed. I’ve had them since I was blind (before the surgery).

BRs Place

Although I was perhaps the only one not even drinking at my brother’s place Saturday, I was the one who passed out by the bonfire and woke up slightly wet. It rained a bit while I was sleeping. No matter, I dried off by the fire and went inside to sleep another few hours.

He’s got the coolest place. I think it’s something like 14 acres adjoining Dulles. The fish in the pond are incredibly cooperative, as long as you keep throwing them back. The map below shows you where I was.



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If you scroll the map just a bit to the left you’ll see Stone Springs. I designed many of the condominiums and houses there. If you scroll to the right, you’ll see Dulles and Washington DC.

Happy Slappy

Happy slappy birthday Brenda. I’ve seen some recent pictures. I liked them. ;^)

Catching Up

I left Friday night and came home Sunday afternoon. You wouldn’t think that would put me behind, but I am still trying to catch up. Actually, that explains why I am publishing a Sunday post on a Tuesday. Sunday posts don’t require as much research.

There are a few more pertinent things to be writing about, but I am one of those bloggers who has to make a living doing something else besides blogging right now. And being away for what amounts to 2 and a half days cuts deeply into my pockets. Another 2 days of running full steam ahead and I will have time to write those other pieces and give them the time they deserve.

I hope for, and appreciate, your patience.

I am Jon, running hard.

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Barack Obama – We Are The People. Be One Of Us.

This is a private publication for Senator Barack Obama. If you aren’t really Barack Obama, please don’t be offended if I just ignore you and focus exclusively on the Senator. I’m not being rude, it’s just that I have a few things he might want to hear right about now, and I am not certain anyone else is going to tell him this stuff. Right about now, I’m guessing that he’s finding himself somehow just a bit too deeply embedded in the political machine for even his own liking. Right about now, he needs to hear other… options.

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Kennedys

Man, I have really been hard on you these past few days. I’m sorry for that in a way, but you probably needed it. You expected the backlash, but you might not have realized what it was gonna feel like being looked at as part of the evil machine. You’ve done a pretty good job lately, these past few months. You overcame the Clinton machine way back when the DNC decided not to use Michigan and Florida. I figured you’d be fairly quiet for awhile, but with the Reverend and all, you couldn’t. Still, it was diversionary and you didn’t have to really take a stand on anything.

You’re like a Kennedy, you know? You have these good looks and charisma that people just want to believe in. Except maybe it’s a bit easier to understand what you’re saying. I was really young, but I remember that I couldn’t understand much of what John F said. Maybe that’s why I liked his brother Robert so much. Robert’s accent was tempered somehow, more down to earth. Like yours. You have a really good presence on the videos and television. That, and the casual way you present yourself to us, makes it easy for us to like you. You look like a good guy, and we want you to be a good guy.

But are you, really? I’m sure, after studying your history as an Illinois Senator until now, that once again, your thoughts have turned to that question by themselves. I don’t think you need any goading from the web, or your staff, or your phones or your emails. I think that in the quietest parts of your soul, this weekend you are wondering who you are, all by yourself. There have been a few times you have questioned yourself on that very question. Sometimes you don’t like the answers so much, but mostly because you know that you could have made a real change for the better, but didn’t fight enough for it. You console yourself with the word, compromise.

And some of those things were legitimate compromises. You were right to make those decisions. A few of them… well, we’ll hope that they weren’t that important, in the end.

The Real Issue

The bill before the Senate is a bad thing, and you know this. This so called ‘compromise’ is a literal sell-out of the 4th Amendment, bought with promises of cash for domestic programs, surreptitiously added to the Iraq War Spending bill. The Democrats have assigned a value to the 4th Amendment, sold our guaranteed rights for a few million dollars. You know this is just wrong. It’s not just the retroactive immunity. The real issue, and you know this, is the removal of adequate Judicial restraint and oversight. This telecom thing is a smokescreen, and in the larger scheme of things, totally irrelevant. What is at issue here is the removal of the Judicial from the 3 Branch system of government.

That is a really big deal, Barack, and you know it. That’s why you are still trying to figure out what you could do about it. But you feel backed into a corner. The entire Democratic ‘leadership’ is behind this bill. If you do anything to upset them, you might find yourself on the receiving end of a very hostile convention very soon. All those Superdelegates can do whatever the hell they want to, and there’s still enough of them to vote Hillary as the next candidate.

You ever watch Star Trek, Barack? You like Kirk or Picard better? I’m betting you’re a Picard kinda guy. He was always looking for options. He never believed he was backed into a corner. Somewhat as a result, he never was. There was always an option which turned out to be the right way to go. The option where Picard always won. If you’re looking for options, I’ve got an idea for you.

Organize

Organize the filibuster. I know it sounds crazy and on the surface, appears to be political suicide, but hear me out. Look at that title up there again. That means something. I know Wordout’s not on your reading list, so let me quote an article published here lately:

We are the American Republic. We are The People. If we choose you, no amount of money or might will stand in our way. All you have to do is: Be One Of Us.

After I published that I realized something: It’s still true. If we get behind you, that so-called Democratic leadership will have to get behind us. They really will have no choice. If they go against us, we will vote them out. The only thing is, there has to be enough of us. These days, enough means almost all of us. Is it possible? To get say, 80% of all voting Americans behind one man? I think it is.

I think it is because it’s possible to get that many against one man. Look at GW Bush’ approval ratings. Over 80% think he’s doing a lousy job. That means over 80% are against him. Right now, there’s a poll somewhere saying how many would vote for you versus McCain. It’s probably a good predictor of how the election would go. Wouldn’t it be nice to see your ratings consistently over 80%? You need to give people a real tangible reason, something they can point to. You need to do something.

If you organize this filibuster, you’ll be following through on statements you made in the past. Never undestimate what that means to us ‘normal’ Americans. We expect politicians to bend and sway in the political breeze, but when a promise is made, we do remember. Following through on this will show every voting person in America that you will not succumb to political pressures or ‘politics as usual’. I believe you’ve made a statement to the effect that politics as usual has to change. This would be your chance to push that point.

You Know The Rules – Make A Ruckus!

Nope, it won’t be a popular thing to do on the hill. As a matter of fact, my guess is that they’ll try to make sure you can’t do it at all. But you should do it anyway. You know the rules. Number 22, isn’t it? To avoid cloture, all you need is 41 Senators to either abstain from voting or voting against it. Now, these guys aren’t wanting to get on the bad side of the Democratic leadership any more than you are. You’ll have to convince them that it’s worth it. You’ll have some support going in, from Senators who already publicly oppose the bill. I know, there aren’t many, but they are there, and they will be hoping for this.

You’ll need to generate that grassroots support you’re always talking about. These guys are holding their breath, Barack. Your supporters are really counting on you. I know, because there’s more than a few in my family alone. They just know, in their hearts, that you are going to be the man we can trust to make America back into what it was. They are counting on you, and if you ask them to get behind you on this thing, they will not stop short of marching on Washington itself. They are that intense about you, Barack. I am not exaggerating.

Make a real public statement. Put it on your website, right on the front page. Call a news conference and release the statement to the mainstream media outlets. Make it a defining moment in this campaign. Make it a defining moment in the life of the Republic. Like I said at the end of one of my posts here: Be an American. Make a ruckus. The so called Democrat ‘leadership’ is counting on the fact that most Americans don’t understand the bill but are attracted to the money for the domestic programs. Those are the two hinges of their statements. They are counting on the American majority to not notice at all. Expose it.

Imagine All The People

That’s right, expose it. Get out there on Fox News and CNN and the AP and Reuters and everywhere on the web and explain exactly what this bill is trying to do. Explain it simply, without talking down to us, and we will understand. And we will see it as the last straw for the Bushie way of thinking and anyone else who thinks that way. We will get mad. We will get very, very mad. But not at you. You will be the man who told us the truth. You will be the man who stood up for us against the political machine. You will be exactly who you have said you are, and we will love you.

I mean that literally. We will love you for being true to us. We will demand you. Every commentator on the news services, every political blogger out here, all of us will support you. Every person you meet on the street. The congressional leadership will have no choice but to fall in step with you. It may seem to some that we have come so far down this road of tyranny that our votes no longer matter, and that may be. I don’t think we’ve gone quite that far, though. An overwhelming majority cannot yet be ignored.

Imagine it, you would be causing quite a ruckus on the floor of the Senate. Filibustering a bill when you could be out campaigning? That’s unheard of! And what the hell would you talk about there, if you were pressed into it? Well, gee, I guess you could just stand there with a laptop in front of you, reading a feed of all the political blogs who’ll be posting support for you. Or you could tap into the twitter feed your staff set up and read tweets from your supporters. I’d bet most of them would be in support of the filibuster, all in 140 characters or less. Until twitter went down, anyway.

That would be your style, what we’ve come to hope for and expect from you. You’ve used the web and its technology to penetrate deep into the heart of America. Use it now to bring the voice of America to the Senate floor. Use it to show the Senate, actually, the whole world, that we, the people, are behind you all the way. You think American Idol has an audience? Organize this filibuster in a really over-the-top, public way, and CSPAN will have the highest ratings in its history. Everyone in America will be watching, and we’ll all be behind you if you’ll just do it, Mr. President.

Anyway, I’m Jon, just trying to help.

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SOL IT ON

Yet another rambling piece for the Sunday Series here at Wordout… hope you enjoy it!

SOL

“Mama always told me not to look into the eyes of the sun.
But Mama! That’s where the fun is!'”

You know, whenever I sit down here to write, I usually have some idea where I’m going. If I think the piece is really important I’ll even have some research, notes and an outline. It’s a cut and dried affair those days. Sure, I love doing this blogging stuff, but on those days it’s more organized, more like work.

But some days are just different. Like today, for instance. I’m sitting here, my hands are shaking, my body in pain, my thoughts nearly incoherent even to myself. There are tears at the backs of my eyes trying to break through whatever auto-defense I have finally developed against them.

Yeah, I admit it. I’m pretty emotional. (This comes as a surprise to some who really should’ve already known this. That they don’t says more about them than I ever could.) I cry about alot of stuff. To be sure, I try to laugh an equal measure. But therein lies the fib: I don’t try to cry. I try not to.

Wherever you are, sometime today or tomorrow go outside and check out the sun. Yeah, I could link to some really cool pics of Sol from NASA or The Royal Society, but the real thing is what I want to show you. I can’t link to that. You have to stand up and just look for yourself. Don’t take anyone with you, go it alone. Stand there for a second, and just let your mind go wherever it wants to. Don’t just use your eyes, but listen and smell the world around you.

Take it in, as much of it as you can. Is it raining? Let it touch you. Is the wind blowing? Let it mess your hair. Are there birds, flies, bees, ants and other crawling and flying creatures? Let them live, just this once. You can tell them so, if you like. They will definitely appreciate your mercy.

Just stand there a moment with your eyes open, silent, breathing, taking it all in. You are a part of all this, and at least once in your life you need to feel that. If all the cities, all the technology, all the cars and trucks and planes and machines of civilization are gone tomorrow, you will still be a part of everything you see out there.

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There’s no way to really reproduce that world on your internet, you know. Not yet, at least. We can draw pictures, we can create algorithms to imitate the wind’s effect on our penciled-in digital habitats. We can do some really amazing things with all this new technology. But nowhere is it possible to actually create anything that is real.

We know that, of course. Same as we know that Star Trek is just a TV show. And a really cheesy show, at that. Nevertheless, it’s still one of my, and millions of others’, favorites. We use a trick that’s called ‘suspension of disbelief’. Humans have been doing that for eons. It’s one of the things that sets us apart from the other animals on this planet.

We can choose to believe something that we know is not real. I don’t know of any other animal that has ever shown this trait. Sometimes I think that this one thing is what allowed humans to become dominant on Earth. Opposable thumbs and all the other differences I learned in school? Each of those things can be found in some other animal. Our conquest of Earth is most likely not the result of a physical trait which only we have.

It seems to me that it’s this ability of humans not just to lie, but to lie believably to themselves that is the real difference. We all do it every day, about little things and big things. I’m not going to name any here, just let that thought enter your mind as you’re standing outside taking in the sun for that short moment. Open up to what is real, for just a moment. See what is around you. Listen to it. Let yourself be a part of it, at least for a moment.

ON

In the long span of your life, that’s all it is. Once you’ve come back here to your machine, the moment is over, and maybe soon forgotten. But maybe you got something there, over at the window, out on the balcony, or your porch, or the yard, or the crowd-filled street. Maybe you saw it, or heard it or smelled it and it sticks with you.

What you do with it is up to you. So few things are ‘up to you’ anymore. Have you noticed that as the number of our available choices increase, we seem more and more locked into what we’ve chosen before? From where we decided to live years ago, to the kind of work we do, to the social sites we use online, we lock ourselves into a view of us that we increasingly control less and less.

To be sure, we can choose to change any or all of it at any time. But doing that has consequences. If we move to another city, what becomes of our current relationships? If we change jobs, what happens to our sense of security? If we walk away from Facebook or MySpace, what becomes of our online persona, our reputation?

Here is where we lie to ourselves. We stay where we are because we lie to ourselves. We cease to move forward and instead make ourselves believe we already have the best of all possible worlds. Whatever change we want, we convince ourselves that the costs are too high. Or that soon, we will do it, when the time is more right. We put off the decision, and that is our decision. But we lie and say that we’re ‘thinking about it’ or ‘planning’.

Sometimes it seems to me that there’s a button in each of us. It’s the ON/OFF switch for our possibilities. When we believe our own lies, we are putting that button in the OFF position. When we see clearly, when we are most closely connected with what exists naturally around us, when we choose to believe what we know to be real, we are ON.

SOLITON

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I am Jon, a human soliton.

Mommy

There Is No Box

Let me tell you about my mommy. She’s the little woman who used to call me “sweetheart” when I was so small I was scared to fall asleep. She’s the one who played me to sleep each night, the one who taught me to love Bach, Mozart, and Handel while I slept. She’s the one who, way back in the 60s, sometimes worked 2 jobs to make sure we were fed, with a roof over our heads. I remember all of that.

Sure, she had help at times. Grandparents on both sides came to the rescue more than once, but when the cold curtain of night fell across the Carolina countryside, it was her we clung to and counted on. It was her who taught us to think as if there were no box, no inside or outside, no limits at all except those we set for ourselves. She is the one who gave me and all my brothers and sisters the ability to think. She is the 1st person who ever told me to stand for what I believed, and to always question that belief, so I would know for sure just what my life stood for.

She doesn’t know how important she is to the world. She is one of the most humble people I have ever met. She is beautiful. She is a thinker and yet she has fun with life. She once told me, after taking me to a Yes concert in 1973, that I had good taste in music. She actually listened to them.

She worries that she failed us, because of things over which she had no control. She worries that somehow, on one day or another, she missed some rare opportunity to be The Greatest Mommy of all time. She has no reason to worry, she just does.

The Greatest Mommy of All Time

My mommy gave birth to 7 rambunctious and sometimes frustrating children. By 1965 she was a single mom. In those days, it was a social stigma almost impossible to deal with. Nowadays, it’s just the social norm. She is a true Superwoman, though. Statistically, we kids should have grown up with a profound social bias against us. Statistically, at least one of us should not have lived to be an adult. Statistically at least 2 more of us should have died by now.

But look at us instead: One of us lives in Indonesia, having served as Chief of Party USAID. One of us is Vice President of a multi-million dollar construction manufacturing firm. One of us is CFO of another multi-million dollar construction company. One of us is a Project Manager for multi-million dollar construction projects in the DC metro area. One of us chose to make the Air Force a career, and is on the verge of being tapped for duty at the Pentagon. One of us manages a prosperous medical office.

She might have made mistakes. If so, I won’t tell it. I look at the results of her life and all I see is good stuff. She’s 71 years old and still teaching English as a 2nd language, tutoring both adults and children. She’s still active in her church, and I mean with the people, not with the building or the dogma. She Lives her faith. She still bakes delectable cakes (which she has never eaten!) and sells them so cheap you have to wonder why she does it. I guess the answer is so clear as to be nearly invisible. She still cares.

I look in the mirror and I am glad I see her eyes.

I am Jon, 3rd-of-7, and I love you, Mommy.

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Words

Happy Easter Everybody!

Sunday Series

Today is Easter Sunday and I am continuing the personal Sunday Series to give you more on who Jon is. Today, you’ll get two poems I wrote. The first was written recently, and the last was written decades ago and is, in fact, one of my first attempts at poetry. With no further introduction or explanation, here they are. I hope you enjoy them.
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Not The Love Of Words

There was not the love of words,
that speak it softly in your ear
as if to say, any love worth loving
could ever live in words alone.
There was never coarse desire,
the passion less the gentle caress.
The crass imagination of lesser men
and boys has no place in this.
Not to say the horned beast is lost,
but the need to feel this lust released
is nothing near this simple truth:
Love does not demand, rather it accepts.

Could I ever hope to dream again without you?
I cry and smile and laugh and sit in wonder,
stuck in a moment of time, lost in your eyes,
the taste of your kiss still fresh on my lips.
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Summer Day

Summer day.
hearing nothing –
save a birdsong,
hummingbee…

Summer day.
working the fields –
far from worry,
living free…

Not so long ago
there is a place I go –
seems a simpler
more familiar road
I travel…

to summer day.
no sound.
feint a whisper.
try to say it…
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I am Jon. I write stuff.

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The Gates Of Delirium

Yes, The Gates of War and Peace

I’ve decided this morning to perhaps start a new trend on Wordout, something for the regulars here. I counted you all and well, I really had no idea there were that many of you who keep coming back, week after week. Thank you.

So on Sundays, I think I will post something a little more personal, something to give you a bit more of an idea who Jon @ Wordout really is. And to take it a step further, I’ll try to put something a little non-tech here, something more entertaining, hopefully.

Which is why today I am slapping these 3 Yes videos from Youtube on the site. It takes 3, ’cause in case you didn’t know, The Gates Of Delirium is a really long song. Back in the vinyl days, it took up an entire side of an LP. That’s half a CD, or about 21MB in today’s jargon. But it’s not the size that matters here.

It’s Always Been The Content

It’s the content. Musically, these guys are pure professionals. I’d have said “Rockstars”, but these guys are more than that. I saw them a couple of years ago in Greensboro with my great friend, hippie emeritus Dave Jones and well, they freakin’ rocked the house. Remember, they cut their first release in 1968, 40 years ago. And every note was dead on time, in key, and together. Once you listen to the intricacies of their music, you’ll understand how impressive that is.

But content is more than simple prowess on an instrument. Alot of that complexity is there to compliment the words, which at times follow strange but compelling metrics. For all their evident sophistication, much of the lyrical content is simple enough. Take for example:

Listen should we fight forever
Knowing as we do know
Fear destroys?
Listen should we leave our children?
Listen our lives stare in silence
Help us now

But It’s More Than Just Content

That’s pretty sweet and to the point, wouldn’t you say? It’s this weaving of complexity and simplicity that has always drawn me to Yes’ music. It seems so much to me to resemble life. There are plain and simple concepts laid in amongst complicated and sometimes intricately devised ideas. Taken as a whole, it becomes an art form almost in a category by itself.

Or maybe more than an art form… what do you call it when humanity actualizes a concept musically so completely that it becomes real? I don’t know, but whatever it is, it surpasses any technology I’ve yet to see or imagine. And it’s just these 5 guys, each alone, doing his thing, together with the others.

It’s Genius

Here’s Jon Anderson, Chris Squire, Steve Howe, Alan White and Patrick Moraz, from the 70’s, playing “the first side of Relayer” (link goes to Lastfm where you can listen for FREE). The 3rd video is considerably more recent, with much higher audio quality, so if the 1st one hurts your ears(ahem), try the third, or click the Lastfm link to hear a studio rendition that will blow you away.(edit: I forgot to mention that “Soon” was a top 10 hit that year.)

The Gates Of Delirium by Yes


Create our freedom, a word we utter.


The insanity of instruments in the hands of man.


Long ago, set into rhyme – Soon, oh soon the light.

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I am Jon, and I’m here to tell you: there’s no such thing as an ex Yes freak.

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