Showing posts with label Music. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Music. Show all posts

Monday, March 14, 2011

Bad Christian T-shirt Puns


I got my new issue of Christianity Today in the mail this afternoon, and they've got several articles about worship - what it should be, how it looks in the modern church, etc. One piece is an interview with a professor at Grove City, a gray-haired little guy with wire rimmed glasses, a buzz cut, and a bow tie, who has written a book called Why Johnny Can't Sing Hymns. T. David Gordon is his name.

"Many believe that kind of [pop-influenced] music is more 'seeker-friendly,'" the interviewer suggests.

I guess I just really liked his response:
"But it's like reaching the rich young ruler by throwing money at him. . . I'm not so sure that accommodation to an individual's consumerist preferences is consistent with the gospel call. . . I'm not sure we should say, 'Well, what kind of music do you like? After all, we're just worshiping God here, and we have no standards other than what you like.' Saying 'it's all about you' isn't the way to go about evangelism. It might be better to say, 'You may wonder why we sang a hymn today written by Bernard of Clairvaux in the 12th century. We do it because we think it's a good reflection on what our Redeemer did. We don't really care whether it's new or old.' That might cause a person to say. 'Here's one institution in the entirety of our culture that isn't driven by consumer preference. Isn't that curious?'"
He put into words something that kept bugging me when I was church shopping last summer: our culture's obsession with consuming product after product after product has filtered into even our churches and our worship. Organizations whose motivation is profit, economic engines chugging along trying to make a buck, naturally bend to the whim of the consumer, as it's the whim of the consumer that determines the success or failure of their ultimate goal: making money. But what is the ultimate goal of a church, small 'c'? Getting as many bodies into pews every Sunday as possible? Growing big enough that you need four services and a satellite campus? Drawing thousands every Sunday by offering the most attractive spiritual product? Should faith be treated as another consumer good, when the ultimate success of the Church, big 'C', is not determined by consumer behavior, or by how many people prefer the Christian brand over the Jewish or Muslim brand in a blind taste-test.


I never liked those Christian t-shirts that make bad puns out of brand names. Besides the fact that they're sometimes embarrassingly cringe-inducing, I think what always made me pass over them at Christian youth events was that they seemed to be saying, "Hey! There's nothing wrong with a consumer-driven culture where our goal is to consume more and more, and where we identify ourselves with the brands we wear. Just make sure your brand is 'Jesus!'"
Shouldn't the Church's approach to culture be something more substantive than taking whatever we find around us and subbing in Christian words for the cuss words, and pictures of sunsets and butterflies for pictures of sexy women? Obviously the t-shirts are silly and innocuous, but I think Mr. T. David Gordon is on to something in suggesting that the Church should be something qualitatively different from its surroundings, something not driven by every marketing trend and consumer preference. Something that seeks the beautiful and the true, and not just the cool or the comfortable. No?

Monday, October 4, 2010

Campbell the Band

I was just turned on to these guys last night, in the form of an invitation to go see them Friday. I'm always up for live music, but then a quick google turned up their MySpace which turned up several songs and several videos (my friend Aaron shot this one, actually). I love this guy's voice, and I feel like there's a healthy dose of Sufjan in there...which is always a good thing.



http://www.myspace.com/campbelltheband

Tuesday, July 27, 2010

Our house is a very, very, very fine house

Today's my last day of freedom before it's back to TFA-land and the Marriott. I decided to pull out one of my p90x DVDs (for the first time in over two years) and spent an hour doing Kenpo with Tony Horton. I was pleasantly surprised to not be keeling over by the end - credit I'm going to give to LA Boxing back in Chicago. Made some ham and eggs, and a cup of tea, ate some nutella, and got to work on a painting I've been doing to go over my bed.

It's going to be half of a diptych, because I want the whole piece to be as wide as my mattress. But I figure it'll have the green, blue and brown that I currently have going on in my mismatched bedroom, and it'll give me something to put behind my bed without my having to go buy a headboard. Or a bedframe. The photo I'm working from is from an issue of my favorite magazine Orion and is part of a series of "landscapes" taken underwater in ponds and streams. It's the biggest watercolor I've ever tried, and it's taking me a lot longer than I thought it would, but it's nice, meditative work and I'm happy with how it's looking so far. It's been too long since I made anything pretty.

Otherwise, I've been listening to Crosby, Stills and Nash (thanks to a hefty donation from my Dad's iTunes), chatting with faraway friends of the Biber and Ex types, and enjoying one hell of a thunderstorm from my cozy screen porch. I have no porch furniture at the moment, but since I also have no dining room/kitchen table, I've at least got a spare chair.

Saturday, May 8, 2010

Josh Ritter and The Royal City Band


I saw Josh Ritter in Philly last night! It’s the second time I’ve seen him live and he’s just as fantastic as he was when I saw him in Towson three years ago. He’s married now, and his wife Dawn Landes and her band opened for Josh and his band (now called The Royal City Band). I think married musician couples are kind of adorable, especially when they don’t make a big deal about it. Someone from the audience yelled “Mrs. Ritter!” during Dawn’s act – she just laughed and said, “Except my name is Dawn Landes. But his mom is Mrs. Ritter!” Apart from that, we’d have had no idea they were married to each other. (But we would have known they were married to someone, because each of them played with their wedding rings on, which I liked.)


Watch Dawn and Josh sing together in their apartment!


Apart from his really beautiful lyrics, and really beautiful songs, I love watching Josh Ritter perform because he smiles almost the whole time. If his mouth isn’t moving to sing, he has a grin on his face. And sometimes even when he is singing, he’s grinning right through it. It’s just really nice, I guess, to watch someone do something they clearly find so much joy in – and such infectious joy! Performers who are arrogant or cynical may be great artists, but I don’t think they ever really communicate to their audience in the same way as artists who just plain old love what they are doing.