31 July 2001
CD of the day: Rich Mullins - A Liturgy, a Legacy, and a Ragamuffin Band
so it's been a little while . . .
i've been pretty busy . . .
Friday i went golfing which was a necessity and yesterday as well as today i have been working on a site design . . .
(you can check it out if you want . . .
the old style and the new . . .
anyway, all this business has not stop my thoughts from crowding my skull . . .
it's just kept them from reaching this point . . .
but i thought i should at least close out the month right . . .
so, the other day i was driving home and i had to merge . . .
well in this area, merging is somehow tied to manhood . . .
the prevailing road attitude is "this is my road, so don't even think about it" . . .
i seriously think some people would rather get into an accident than get behind another car length . . .
and i say that literally as my lane is about to end and i need to get over to the right and once i signal . . .
(and what follows explains the ordinary lack of turn signal use when i drive) . . .
this guy in a blue dodge (i'll leave it vague) guns it to cut me off and prevent me from getting over in front of him . . .
never mind the fact that i was already in front of him technically as i had already passed him . . .
i guess i just wasn't supposed to be in HIS lane . . .
anyway, i still have to get over . . .
so i'm eye-ing the spot in front of the pick-up truck one more car ahead . . .
but, there's also a big part of me that is determined to still get over in front of this guy . . .
just to spite him . . .
(hey, we all fall short, okay? and i never said it was right . . .)
so, losing the turn signal i start to gas it to get in front of the pick-up . . .
proving to be the perfect ruse, the blue car backs off a little . . .
and sure enough i zoom in there in between the pickup and the blue dodge . . .
well you can guess that the guy was thrilled that i had gotten in front of him and he was very animated in his response . . .
not that i heard him, but you couldn't convince him that he was yelling to himself . . .
to top it off, the first chance he got he darts over in to the far right lane . . .
in efforts to pass me, and at the same time cutting someone else off totally . . .
and with little leeway, gasses it to pull along side of me . . .
all the while waving his arms around, and yelling pretty viciously . . .
and of course he's not looking where he's going as his focus is on me in attempt to catch my eye . . .
and WHAM! right into the car in front of him . . .
well, no not really, he just sped off as i turned onto another road . . .
but i imagined his car all crumpled up and him stuck there for hours . . .
(again, i never said i was perfect . . .
um, oh yeah , the point is . . .
what's with all the anger going on? we need to constantly be on guard to keep ourselves from the foolish acts that anger can bring us to act out .. .
okay, long story for such a short moral i guess . . .
25 July 2001
CD of the day: Maynard Ferguson - Chameleon
still a lot of music reviews to do, but i also have a lot going through my head today . . .
i've determined that it takes a different kind of person to run a business . . .
the business mind seems to work quite differently than mine . . .
sure i see bottom lines, but mine are not the same . . .
i know that profits need to be turned and i can analize margins and all that . . .
but i see motives and i'm questioning them more and more . . .
and i realize that i can't judge but when i see someone say one thing is wrong to do . . .
and then go about doing the same thing they deemed wrong, using a different strategy or method . . .
perhaps that's even worse . . .
if it's wrong to solicit a third party by circumnavigating the middle man . . .
is it not also wrong to solicit a third party by cloaking yourself in the guise of the middle man?
maybe i'm just misunderstanding . . .
then again, maybe i'm the only one that really does understand . . .
well, i need to set my mind on things above . . .
i'll hash this out more later
24 July 2001
CD of the day: Solomon's Wish - A Wise Man's Tragedy
so i have a lot of music reviews to write so i suppose i will be shorter here . . .
but since, it is music reviews i am focusing on today . . .
i think i'll hit a few sore spots i have with the industry and the market . . .
according to Newsweek, the CCM market is all about money . . .
only "some" songs (verticals, i believe she called them) are dedicated to God . . .
and somehow we managed to carve out our very own sub-culture of CCM fans . . .
apparently many of the bands can compete with the "normal" TRL (mainstream) bands . . .
**[sidenote]. . . so where are they MTV? . . .**
but hey, press is press, bad or good it's press . . .
now we can go and start making more money . . .hmmm . . .
isn't it bad enough that the musicians get picked apart by the Christian society as a whole . . .
without chastising them for being profitable at what they are doing? . . .
where's your perspective? it is a product they're selling and guess what? it has nothing to do with the music . . .
it's the same product we all should be selling, so what's your strategy? . . .
if they make a lot of money, great, who cares? why is it an issue? don't you know that's temporal?
certainly there are some out there with an improper perspective and faulty motives . . .
but i judge others enough as it is . . .
even if they are wrong, "He can use all things for the good." . . .
get a grip . .
pray for these artists rather than persecuting them . . .
they answer to a much higher court than yours . . .
20 July 2001
CD of the day: Third Day - Offerings, A Worship Experience
first off, it's my dad's birthday so happy birthday to the man who's made me much of what i am . . .
well, i'm still really groggy and tired and very congested . . .
these cold symptoms drive me crazy . . .
i've been praying and focusing a lot lately on balance . . .
how to be able to balance the load of activities available and necessary for me to participate in . . .
it's tough to determine which activities fit more in line with the plan He has for my life . . .
when it seems that a lot of the choices correspond with furthering the work of one or more of the plans i believe to be intended for me . . .
for example, i'm obviously in this job position for a specific reason and to fulfill a goal in my life . . .
but in order to do my best, there is a lot of studying and keeping up to speed with technologies and such . . .
well, this studying conflicts with my other reading, the philosophical reflections which i enjoy reading that helps my in my writing . . .
well, that also interferes with my ability to read recreationally which has always been a part of my life and helps me with writing and also relaxing . . .
and then there's all this music stuff that continually rears its head . . .
and everything, all of these, keeps me from time with my wife which is one of the few plans i'm sure is right for my life . . .
so what can one do? . . .
it's so difficult to prioritize and figure which goals can be more important . . .
what i try to do is dedicate each day to completing the goals He places before me . . .
this is still not easy but at least i know it's right . . .
19 July 2001
CD of the day: Shaun Groves - Invitation to Eavesdrop
Retro-Review: KJ-52 - 7th Avenue
well, it looks like the new style is up and running . . .
it only took me seven months too . . .
well, trust me, in the past seven months, i have traversed much further than i could ever have expected . . .
and it seems like only yesterday . . .
(i just get in this mode and the days blend together and everything blurs . . .)
i have learned a lot in the last half-year and the subject matter has coursed all aspects of life . . .
and isn't it the darndest thing, the more you know, the more you know that you don't know and the more you know what you don't know the more you wonder how much you need to know and how much is simply distraction . . .
not that knowledge is a bad thing, it's truly something to attain, but it's the wisdom that often escapes us that keeps us correct . . .
for instance, i've pretty much figured out that i can't know all there is to computer programming, it's just too broad of a base to totally encompass with my finite limitations . . .
but in all futility, despite accepting my shortcomings in one aspect of life, i still refuse to accept that i can't figure out life . . .
i still expect myself to figure out why things happen, why i struggle at times, why i can't see things as i should, why my thoughts are often untamed, why . . . why i can't figure out how to accept the fact that i can't figure it all out all the time . . .
well, needless to say, i have a lot more to learn, and i see that clearer after each lesson learned . . .
i thought it might be a cool thing to create a "retro-review" section for the CD's i've already reviewed . . .
that will be where i take a fresh look at past CD of the day honorees and see if i still like them, it should be interesting to compare the reviews as i plan on not reading the original review until after i've written the new one . . .
(of course, it could always end up just being pretty lame . . . i guess we'll see)
i am also working on a review of the DC Talk concert i was able to witness recently as well as the rest of King's Fest which i will submit to Audiogalaxy.com in an effort to get a free tee shirt . . .
you can catch a glimpse of my mindstate during the shows from the 9 July entry .
well, i'm going to finish getting this site together and get back to writing later . . .
new day 1 done.
18 July 2001
CD of the day: Tait - Empty
just a quick thought today, spawned by last night's "benedryl dreams" as i continue to carry cold symptoms with me . . .
So here's the dream . . .
my boys and i are headed to a concert . . .
the venue: an old broadway-type theater with a raised stage and stationary, spring-loaded surround seating . . .
the act: Elvis Presley (no joke) back from years of being considered dead, the "king of rock" has returned to grace the stage for one final tour . . .
you might be thinking, "why are you going to an Elvis show?", especially if he's dead and this is probably an imposter . . .
possible, but apparently my curiosity had gotten the better of me (plus it's a dream and i didn't exactly have much of a say) . . .
anyway, we're on our way to this show, and from all i've heard of him and all the hype that had been his life, i'm expecting a packed house, riots, all kinds of madness to surround this event . . .
and we pull up, and the scene is unreal . . .
a small crowd filters through the front doors and finds their seats . . .
the place is barely 10% full . . .
Elvis takes the stage, the show starts, and he's got all the stage presence i had expected . . .
his set is as energetic and well orchestrated, it is truly Elvis and he hadn't lost a step, being dead all those years . . .
but the crowd, as sparse as it is, doesn't react nearly as i expected . . .
they are boo-ing, throwing things on stage (like bottles and garbage, not undergarments) . . .
many are talking amongst themselves, totally ignoring the music being played . . .
i can't believe it . . . (then i wake up)
my first thought was to just forget this strange dream and begin my day . . .
which i did, but i can't seem to forget the dream . . .
so then i start wondering what exactly i can take from this dream and learn . . .
and this may be because i started reading Left Behind again but i got this idea . . .
i think what i saw in my dream was a glimpse at what it will be like when Jesus comes back . . .
(no, i'm not trying to elevate Elvis Presley to anything more than he was, a good musician . . .
there is no comparing Elvis or anyone to Jesus) . . .
but consider this . . .
when the rapture comes . . .
the saints are taken up to Heaven and the rest are left . . .
imagine if Christ called a meeting for any who were interested to come to . . .
say, a final chance to hear the gospel and see what life is . . .
keep in mind that the last time he was here, Jesus packed-out every valley and field that he spoke in, had people following him in flocks just to touch, hear, even see this man . . .
so imagine this for a second . . .
who do you think would show up to this meeting ? All Christ's true followers are gone . . .
perhaps all that would inspire people to show up would be curiosity, things they had heard somewhere long ago . . .
so consider that He may be speaking to a small crowd . . .
how do you think they will accept what He says?
sure some will realize, hey, this guy hasn't lost a thing, he truly is the King of Kings . . .
but sadly, most would, i'm afraid, perhaps boo Him, throw things at Him, and ignore Him . . .
maybe i just need to change my medication . . .
12 July 2001
CD of the day: Superchic[k] - Karaoke Superstars
just some really raw thoughts that have been gnawing on my cerebellum for a while now . . .
all people beautiful in the eyes of God, the Creator . . .
lovely in His eyes
i peer at my surroundings through my limited scope . . .
i'm blinded by anger
-- irritations irrigate my frustration
effectively rendering my efforts vain . . .
and i can't see -
all this is lovely in His eyes . . .
Lord grant me Your vision . . .
show me the beauty of life . . .
lift the disguises of faults
i have placed on Your creation
- - it is Your image . . .
i labeled it unsightly . . .
Lord forgive my derision . . .
let me see through Your eyes . . .
9 July 2001
CD of the day: dc Talk - Solo
well i went to King's Fest 2001! . . .
lot's of fun and incredible concerts . . .
(Earthsuit, Raze, Third Day, John Reuben, SonicFlood, Point of Grace, dc Talk, ZoeGirl, FFH, Jennifer Knapp, and Newsboys)
and inspiration . . .
ps. this is in pretty raw format . . .
move the crowd
the sun fades behind the platform
and the stage lights flash
red and blue beams beat sweat upon my brow
the spots hit the masses
shedding illumination on their intention
(i've got their full attention)
and the crowd begins to move /
and the crowd begins to move
the bass thumps like a second heartbeat
every rhythmic strum . . .
movements are regulated by one man's thumb
the beat hits the people
jumping in time, heads bobbing
heart throbbing, i begin my rhyme . . .
and the crowd begins to move /
and the crowd begins to move
a spot stays on the stands
a sea of swaying arms and clapping hands
the drums order their motions
their lips mouth my words
wrapped in my thoughts
(i've captured their emotions)
and the crowd begins to move /
and the crown begins to move
i pray they see through me
all that you are and have for them
let them hear your still quiet
despite my level of loud
let my feedback lead them to you
(only you can move the crowd)