Last song about Popper
The title plays on “Last Song About Satan” by Slim Cessna’s Auto Club, a country-rock band credited as a founder of the “gothic country” genre (“a genre of country music rooted in early jazz, gospel, Americana, gothic rock, and post-punk.")
I don’t think of Popper or the critical rationalists as satanic, but I do resonate with the theme of the song as captured here:
Well, I must’ve gone back in time
About the time after Jesus died
He was down there preaching in that hole
To all us dark and lonely souls
And He said “Son, why are you here?
You should be back home drinking beer
Writing songs about God and glory
Don’t use the Devil in your story”[Chorus]
Well, this is my last song about Satan
No more songs about evil or filth or bile and booze
No more songs about my hell, I’ve nothing left to prove
I could say more about reasons why critical rationalism is a bad methodology of science – you should see my notes – but any remaining readers (hi!) are either convinced or not.
So I’ll finish with three narratives of discovery: C.S. Peirce’s account of Kepler’s discovery of his three laws of planetary motion, Imre Lakatos’s account of Newton’s theory of gravitation, and Andrew Pickering’s story of Hamilton’s discovery of quaternions. I’ll (mostly) just let the richness and… plausibility of the first and third accounts contrast with the narrowness of the second, and (mostly) just let you sit with the question of which of the three narrators seems more likely to have insight into my original question: why does science work so well?