My mother hated popular music. Only classical music was worthy of entering her sublime, erudite ears. She pulled out all the canards about rock music that some on this board are no doubt familiar with; "They aren't singing, they're screaming", and "You can't understand the words", and one of my favorites from my mother; "The Beatles caused the drug abuse epidemic".
Nevertheless, my mother had certain "guilty pleasures" like the Tijuana Brass, and "Waterloo" by ABBA. Since classical music is released on albums and not singles, it was surprising for me to find that my mother had purchaced a 45 single for herself; My Sweet Lord by George Harrison. She liked it as a catchy tune but it had that deeper, positive meaning that she also liked; it was a Good Christian Song.
At the time, I was more or less obsessed by The Who and Led Zeppelin, so "My Sweet Lord" was not really on my musical radar screen. Strangely, I think I became aware of the lyrics to "My Sweet Lord" by reading the far-out book
Media Sexploitation by Wilson Bryan Key. His book claimed that "subliminal messages" were being put into advertising. Key claimed that the lyrics to "My Sweet Lord" could be thought of as "subliminal advertising" for Harrison's religion; Hare Krishna. This claim intrigued me, and I put on my mother's 45 of the song and listened closely. Indeed, the background vocals clearly contained "Hare Krishna", "Hare Rama", and Krishna Krishna".
Well this was great news for me! What my mother thought was a Good Christian Song was really a song about Hare Krishna! And apparantly she never noticed! I had my trump card in the endless rock and roll music wars. Like Chilcutt setting the stakes very high with his "I stake my reputation on it" comment, my mother had also set the stakes very high. She claimed to me that she had acheived a very high score on something called the "Seashore Aptitude test";
http://www.thehoya.com/guide/032604/guide2.cfm and so was highly musically qualified in both taste and objective measurement.
I put "My Sweet Lord" on the turntable and stood by while my mother listened. I expected that simply telling her what the background vocals said would be enough for her. I was surprised she couldn't hear what I heard. I even "lip-synched" along with the background vocals so she could hear it. No dice. She simply couldn't perceive the obvious, or if she did, she simply couldn't bring herself to admit it.
This event proved something of an epiphany for me. Instead of "winning an argument" with my mother, I felt deeply sad for her. Either she had a fundamental perceptual defect, or her fanatical belief that "My Sweet Lord" was a Good Christian Song overwhelmed her abiltity to admit she had made a big mistake.
When I see the kind of things that LAL posts, I am reminded of my mother's advocacy of "My Sweet Lord" as a Good Christian Song. I no longer argue with the LALs of the world, as it serves no productive function.
Like smoking crack, obsessing about Bigfoot is a difficult habit to break. It's even stranger for a Sasquatch skeptic like myself to continue obsessing about Bigfoot. Whether or not the animal really exists Bigfootery has a profound psychological component, at least for some. But
the emotional attractiveness of the enterprise does not make any of the physical evidence for this animal real.
Posting on the Internet about Bigfoot certainly serves a social and psychological function. I would be a hypocrite if I denied I do it myself. I can stay here and argue incessantly about slurry temperatures, "ridge flow patterns", volcaniclastic sediments, bifurcations, deltas, flexion creases and all that. But the hard fact is that
no surface texture on any putative Sasquatch cast can be proof of Sasquatch. The advocates simply need a body, and nothing less.
The LAL's of the world will never accept that CA-19 does not exhibit "Bigfoot's Dermal Ridges". My mother died believing that "My Sweet Lord" was a Good Christian Song, and the LALs of the world will always believe in the Infallibility of Chilcutt.
'Taint so.