You talk about your woman
I wish you could see mine...
Every time she starts to lovin'
She brings eyesight to the blind.
You know her daddy gave her magic
I can tell by the way she walks....
Everytime we start shakin'
The dumb begin to talk.
She's got the power to heal you never fear...
Just a word from her lips
And the deaf begin to hear.
IN THE COMMENTS: I love the internet. Regular commenter Downtownlad writes:
She wears a hearing aid. She's not deaf. She's hearing impaired. The article was very misleading.Then Boomer responds:
With 90-95% hearing loss, I wear hearing aids and take them out at night. Trust me, you're deaf without them. Planes constantly fly pretty closely over my house, and while I can't hear them, I can certainly "feel" them while I sleep.Four hours go by with nothing from Downtownlad, and Boomer observes that his/her response "falls on 'deaf' ears."
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That song was originally performed by Eric Clapton.
Right?
She wears a hearing aid. She's not deaf. She's hearing impaired. The article was very misleading.
downtownlad,
With 90-95% hearing loss, I wear hearing aids and take them out at night. Trust me, you're deaf without them. Planes constantly fly pretty closely over my house, and while I can't hear them, I can certainly "feel" them while I sleep.
Ya know, the whole other senses become stronger thing? It's true.
Tornadoes ravaged central Florida today.
Well, it had better not hit Miami this Sunday, unless by tornado they mean "Brian Urlacher".
P.S.: No, I won't be going to the Super Bowl, but I'd like to mention here and now, that I am all about the Peyton -- America's NFL Prince.
GO COLTS!
Cheers,
Victoria
I guess the no response falls on "deaf" ears for poor downtownlad. No retort, huh? Btw, loser, closed captioned rules for my "deaf-hearing impaired peeps."
Gerry,
The first album I ever bought with my own money was Tommy. But get this. It was the soundtrack to the movie. I think the reason I bought it was I wanted to pass for hip or something. I’d not seen the movie and had barely heard of The Who. There was this sticker on the shrink wrap that said “Who made the original?” I recall pondering that and wondering what it meant.
Anyway, I became passably familiar with the soundtrack and only afterwards did I get to see the movie, with my mother and younger brother and sister – how humiliating. It was way over my head. I recall seeing the Gypsy Queen number and thinking to myself, “That’s about drugs.”
I saved up some more and bought the real Tommy or maybe it was a birthday present. Wore the grooves out of the first disk. I could relate to the f*ckeduptitude of it all and yearned for what seemed to me like a cosmic escape preferable to my rutty personal situation.
Barely played the second disk. Too peaceful. Too boring. Maybe if I’d been able to get my hands on some drugs I’d have appreciated the “enlightened” Tommy. As things were, I couldn't relate.
P.S. Extra Bonus Reminiscence: There was a local T.V. newscast that used the French Horn thing in the Overture for its opening music. That didn’t last long and years passed before I got The Who’s Tommy and realized where that music came from. Weird.
My love for The Who is all for the pre-"Tommy" period. I was a member of their fan club before their first album was released in the U.S.
I think "Tommy" was very harmful rock and roll -- even though it was great. I'm not opposed to it in itself, but it really distorted people's taste badly. Give me "Substitute" and "I Can't Explain" any day over "See me... etc."
I read in the paper today that the storms also killed all of the 18 whooping cranes in Florida. This was a flock trying to be established to supplement the population in Texas.
"Tommy, can you hear me?"
Or
"Pictures of Lily make my life so wonderful"
You make the call
We in Britain call 'hearing aids', 'deaf aids'.
As usual, we're blunter than the always PC Americans.
Neither here nor there, just thought I'd throw it in.
Cheers,
Victoria
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