On Interpretation

January 5, 2022 Jerry King Comments 0 Comment

So you’ve run out of things to say! I imagine that a reader could react to this “throw-away” pop tune for the post of today. I am often inspired by the challenge of writing about an art form. Rock and roll is within that wide circle of made objects that we refer to as art.

The tune is about seduction, a slight-of-hand misdirection, a shell game if you will. Both the object of deception, in this case a male, and the con-artist, a female, engage in a dance of dissimulation, both conjuring a meaning for a relationship, which as matter of fact, has no real foundation. The story told from the point of view of the “mark” now much wiser, having achieved “possession” knows what is real, and what was fantasy. This is an old story.

Take Homer for example. Do I believe it credible for a single female, Helen, to be indirectly responsible for launching a thousand ships? I have no doubt. In the Odyssey, the war between the wealthy city state of Troy and the alliance of Achaean chieftains lasted 10 years. In the end, Menelaus of Sparta got what he wanted. Was he the wiser?

Therein lies the challenge of determining what is “good” and what is “evil.” It’s a matter of interpretation. That’s the point, though I suppose much more can be said. Never forget that judgment, indeterminacy is the sum of the matter. A wrong judgment call, another way of saying “mistake” — and there is a price which must be paid. Everyone pays.

White Lies And Blue Eyes

By Bullet

White lies in her blue eyes
Goodbye is on the way
White lies in her blue eyes
Evil’s the game she plays

Well she’s trying ah to tempt you
With the music in her eyes
Well her lips look so inviting
And those sultry eyes begin to shine
Oh but look a little deeper
And overcome that stare
And then you’re my baby
I see what’s lying there

It’s those white lies in her blue eyes
Goodbye is on the way
White lies in her blue eyes
Evil’s the game she plays

Don’t you ever let her get to you
Ah the way that she got to me
Though the signs were plainly written
Ah but still you wanna see
Ah but she can do most anything
If you give her time
A living testimony
And I may be color blind