All That Infernal Noise

I can still hear my dad screaming at me when I was a child playing as children are prone to play — chattering, laughing, even screaming from time to time. I can still hear my dad yelling at me, “Stop all that infernal noise in there!”

It wasn’t noise to me! To me it was the sounds of the airplanes I was imitating or of the bearded pirate that I was portraying.

Yet, I can concede the concept that, to my dad, my childish vocalizations and their attendant adjustments in volume were, indeed, noise ….. to his way of thinking anyway.

Everybody has their own individual tolerance for sound.

So in today’s frenetic world, we are constantly bombarded with all kinds of messaging — radios blaring commercials, television sets blaring even louder commercials, big, noisy signs and billboards vying for our attention, important public announcements, people screaming in commercials wanting to sell us things …..

Then there is the ever-present drone of political messaging, automobile engines, jet planes overhead, bells, whistles, —– you name it. The screeching of flocks of birds hidden in the leaves of trees …. the barking of countless dogs on leashes, tied up in people’s back yards, shitting in flower beds and on sidewalks …..

So I am wondering, “Do the little birdies doing all that screeching in those trees consider their vocalizations to be noise?

Are political junkies and advertisers aware that their efforts to jar and jangle the attention of their human targets amounts to engineered “Noise?”

I am pretty certain, in my own mind, that people who make noise for a living are convinced that what they are doing is not noise at all but that anybody else doing the same kind of things is, in fact, creating noise … noise that, in their opinion could be dispensed with. (The spirit of competition, you see.).

But, in my opinion, it is all noise, no matter who or what is creating it and … it is also all shit!

But, for the sake of the economy and the nation, I have to concede that it is essential “S**t!”

The question may arise then, “Can I maintain my sense of personal independence and freedom if I continue to allow the noise of the world to dominate me to any degree?”

I guess the answer to that question lies within the boundaries of an individual’s ability and willingness to be influenced.

Of course there is always the option of turning that dial!

Final question: “Is noise addictive? Does it possess narcotic properties?”

I would say that if you want to test that idea out for yourself, turn the noise off for a while and see if you have withdrawal symptoms.

5 thoughts on “All That Infernal Noise

  1. The best thing about moving from London to Beetley was the peace and quiet. London is a 24/7 noise hell of sirens, helicopters, inconsiderate neighbours, trains, and traffic. Most days here, I can hear the birds singing, and the rustle of leaves in the breeze outside.
    Best wishes, Pete.

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  2. The pundits do not care….all the care about is getting their message/report out there…..these people care little for what their BS is doing to the country….and the people….please do not get me started on that…..chuq

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  3. My ex-wife could not live without background noise at the very least. She had a radio or television or something in every room. She usually had no idea what she was listening to. Just white noise. Something to tell her she was not alone in this world. Me, I wanted silence, or if I wanted sound, I would put on an lp, and listen to the music. (One might think it odd, but my favourite music is 60s acid rock. Noise to others, the most beautiful sounds in the world to me. Heavy metal, now that is often noise!)
    As far as commercials go, they are not essential to the economy. All they are is noise to praise a new and improved product, where new and improved is doublespeak for cheaper quality for higher prices. There seems to be some belief that the louder you hawk a product, the better that product is. How people can be so gullible is beyond me.
    Remember when capitalism promised us that the worth of a product, and the price, would depend on what the buyers would be willing to pay for it. That was bullshit then, and it is even worse bullshit now. Yes, there was a time when people had to be cautious where they spent their money to get the best value. Those days are gone. With the instant gratification of the credit card, the price no longer matters. Whatever the price, charge it, and worry about how to pay for it later. Or buy big, and declare bankruptcy. As long as you get what you want, how that affects others is of no nevermind. And with the highway robbery interest charges on credit cards, you end up paying double or triple what the product was not worth in the first place.
    It’s all noise, and it prevents people from thinking rationally. If we all thought rationally there would be no capitalism. Rational thought is anti-capitalist, and cannot be allowed.
    What do you and your readers think?

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    1. Thank you for another wonderful comment. I am thrilled to receive it. To answer your question about what my readers think, I just posted this this morning so they really have not had time to repond yet — you are the first to respond — since I am not the biggest blog in the world, you might be one of the few to respond —I do love the way you comment.

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      1. Just me, being me.
        Can you believe I once was too shy to even have an opinion. And then one day, I decided, if I don’t say it who will. Most people don’t like what I say, they would prefer I remain silent. To hell with them, silence changes nothing!

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