Good God, Bad Music

Today, we could talk about a global pandemic or racism or why a virus doesn’t care how you vote or why there’s a shortage of cold brew tea(!), but instead, let’s talk about the most pressing issue of the day.

Worship music.

More specifically, bad worship music.

Some of you think that’s redundant. Why do you think so? Because there’s a lot of it. Why do you suppose that is? To examine that, let’s re-visit a movie from the last year of the 80’s. The movie is set in the most unlikely of places, a poetry classroom at an all-boy’s school.

Beating Grain

A thirty-three year old song popped up on my playlist yesterday. In the range of music I listen to, that’s about middle-aged. (I go as far back as Sinatra, who actually came up as I was writing this, and as far forward as last week.) This song’s pretty special, though, so I thought it was worth talking about.

Rifles and Rosary Beads

Certain things date a person.

  1. Knowing where you were when Kennedy was shot.
  2. Having watched a man walk on the moon.
  3. Remembering when they believed man actually did walk on the moon.
  4. Having watched a draft with a knot in your stomach instead of NFL rosters in your hand.
  5. Remembering when Michael Jackson was a) alive, and b) not weird.
  6. Having watched the Cowboys go to the NFC championship game every year instead of every half-century.

I only hit on two-thirds of those (no idea where I was when Kennedy was shot, and I was born in the only two-and-a-half year period in the last 75 years that didn’t have to register for Selective Service), but that’s more than enough.