OK, So Maybe I Am Resistant To Change

Curt-lineby Curt Kovener

Joe Walsh is an old rocker who is still putting out his style of music. About the only singer to compare his longevity to might be Tony Bennett.

I remembered Walsh as a part of “The James Gang”…the 1970’s rock band not the late 1960’s dominating Scottsburg Warrior basketball team.

I heard a recent song by Walsh and had to Google the lyrics (perhaps you will catch the irony of that in a moment). Walsh’ song on this album was “Analog Man”.

“Welcome to cyberspace, I’m lost in the fog. Everything’s digital; I’m still analog. When something goes wrong, I don’t have a clue. Some 10-year-old smart (aleck) has to show me what to do.”

Boy howdy, if that ain’t me.

My old computer used to produce this newspaper uses old software and an old operating system. I like it because I know it and it works (usually). But now it’s like motoring around in a Ford Falcon as my daily driver. Getting people to work on both of them is getting more difficult.

And my cell phone has made me (even more) paranoid. When I am notified of updates I don’t click on them. The last time I did, I couldn’t figure out how to use the new fangled updated maps program and that got me lost for a while. So I just keep using my not-so-smart, not-up-to-date phone. After all I can still make calls on it. It IS a phone, you know.

Of course I could buy the newest, latest and easy to use (HAH!) electronic devices. But that rubs my frugal upbringing the wrong way.

Even the lawnmower that I’ll be using in a few months has electronics that when they gone wrong, the mower has to go to the shop because I can’t fix it.

My chainsaw and wood splitter are analog (hopefully, you caught that pun) and were both made when mobile phones were called bag phones that you carried around like a purse. When something goes awry on my forestry equipment, I can fix it. And my back and legs usually appreciate the break.

And before long I will use my analog shovel, hoe and rake to plant a vegetable garden. Since I will be using my hands and fingers to plant seed, I guess we will call it a digital garden.

The final line of Walsh’s song: “The whole world’s living in a digital dream; it’s not really there, it’s all on the screen. Makes me forget, who I am. I’m an analog man.”

Amen and Amen.