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- from jenandtonic
so i've been cleaning and launderizing and generally tidying up, as i am expecting my dad to show up... sometime. he's flying in from... uh... i don't know, somewhere. clearly i have limited information here. a phone call home confirmed that, yes, he's flying in today and no, i don't know when, either. thanks, mom, FOR NOTHING. so here i sit, wondering when he will pull up and do i want to wash another load of laundry and should i eat dinner and does the floor REALLY need vacuuming?
and what's up with not blogging on the weekend, anyway? as if we've all got lives to which need attending. please. the masses are not fooled.
mdog
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oh baby, part two
okay. so. i still think cdbaby can be a scary place. but as long as you know what you're looking for, it is host to some fine music.
for those not in the know, southeast engine is amazing. go here and listen to their new stuff [i'm enjoying undergrad], or here for older clips [one caught fire and in case of emergency are simply classic].
what? why are you still here? GO.
craving
somebody please tell me why i did NOT stop in for some donkey coffee on my way to work? i was running late anyway... i mean, really, what's another few minutes in the grand scheme of things?
and then i spy someone eating greasy fast-food breakfast yumminess in their office as i'm passing by. mmmmm. droooool.
it's NINE O'CLOCK, PEOPLE. what is my problem? [and the answer is, yes i DID eat breakfast, thankyouverymuch.]
is it inappropriate to take lunch at 10:15?
oh baby
the most amusing aspect though, is/are the little write-ups for each album. i mean... these are so clearly written by the artists themselves. and they are, more often than not, SO bad. some have a much too lofty opinion of themselves and their works; others just can't spell. still others suffer from Overcapitalization Syndrome, As If They Don't Realize They Are No Longer Just Typing In Their Album Title. some people are clearly using adjectives they don't understand; a thesaurical smorgasboard of incongruous descriptors.
"Smooth, soothing Gospel tunes with folk & country overtones"
- for more woody/oaky overtones, try our merlot album!
"Haunting melodies, uplifting lyrics, and humor. Broadway shows meet folks tunes"
- schizophrenic's delight. and, whose folks tunes are they anyway?
"Country, Soft Rock & Beach"
- um. i have no idea.
if anyone wants to pick up some "Christian music... with an edge": from the looks of things, cdbaby is the place to be. oy vey.
smasgf
anyone in town have a copy of derek webb's she must and shall go free?
i just realized there are a few songs on there i'd like for a mix cd...
but bloggingpaul currently has mine. and he's out of town. of course.
it can wait a few days, but i thought i'd ask, since i'm in the middle
of the process...
by the way, if you don't have a copy of smasgf, you should. or maybe i'll let you borrow it. after i get it back. and stuff.
movin' on up
so, a good friend of mine is leaving town today. granted, she's only moving about forty-five minutes up the road -- a short jaunt, really, in the scheme of things. but i'm still allowed to be a little sad, right?
on the upside, maybe she'll actually start posting on here. or even start her OWN blog...
rock 300
for those in the know, it's sort of like 105.5 [read: horrifyingly random] except worse: there's country. gah.
from the rock 300 site:
"And now, Rock 300 is breaking new
ground by going LIVE ON LOCATION to bowling centers all across North
America. With a first-of-it's kind format, Rock 300 can now bring the
party to the bowling centers and offer a completely unique bowling
experience, with bowling's best DJs LIVE at your center."
ground breaking? party bringing? bowling djs? whoa, sign me up. and i'm
thinking maybe there's an untapped market here: what if people wanted
rock 300 IN THEIR CARS? that's right, there are people doing mundane
things like going to the supermarket and driving to mcdonald's when
really, what they want to be doing is BOWLING. and with on location djs
[bowling's BEST, mind you]... well, shoot dang! it's like you're right
there, in the bowler's circle, part of the action. AMAZING, I TELL YOU.
SIMPLY AMAZING.
my favorite is the "Bowling Guy meets
Radio Guy" section. it's really not rocket science, guys. and which one
is which? your guess is as good as mine. we've got Extra Large
Tucked-In Shirt and I Sewed My Tablecloth Into A Button-Down standing
uncomfortably near each other. or perhaps photoshopped uncomfortably
near each other. whatever. and where is Button-Down's right hand, anyway?
eeeee.
who would have thought the demand for
bowling-specific radio stations even existed? what happened to the days
of the jukebox as the only source of musical entertainment, when you
could hear "back in black" no less than four times a game?
when the music kicked in during our
second game, i had high hopes for the night. but after "going the
distance" with the fine men of cake, it only went downhill from there.
so sad.
as for the actual bowling, it was still awesome.
o jesus, who art thou?
written by jason boyett [the pocket guide guy].
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Romanticized Boyfriend Jesus
Contemporary worship music has done a lot of good things for the Church over the last 30 years, not the least of which is enlivening the worship experience for a generation that had trouble relating to centuries-old hymns and might-as-well-be-that-old Gaither choruses. However, the modern worship movement brought with it an unfortunate by-product: the extreme to which we've taken the "Bride of Christ" metaphor. Song of Solomon was one thing. John Donne and Teresa of Avila took it a step further. The classic hymnster Issac Watts even threw his hat into the ring with "Jesus, Lover of My Soul."
But us? We've driven the Love Truck over the edge. You won't get far in contemporary worship music without running into achingly intense expressions of desire for the Son of God. Critics have called it the "Jesus Is My Boyfriend" syndrome, in which the Bridegroom has become the object of our romanticism. Oh, how we love Jesus. We long to be with Him. We want to touch Him. We want to see His face.
Sing it with me now, and be sure to scrunch your eyes up with emotion: "Jesus, I am so in love with You."
Good: God so loved the world that He gave His only Son, and believers are instructed to love Him back with all their hearts, minds, souls and strength. Magnifying God through worshipful music is a good place to start.
Bad: But it's the magnifying God part we often forget about. Because when we sing songs about how much we looooove Jesus, the main focus isn't on Jesus; it's about us. About our love for the Son of God. Next Sunday, count the number of self-congratulatory songs that talk about what we, the worshippers, will do. We will worship. We will lift up our hands. We will shout, stand, sing, clap, etc. The majesty, holiness and glory of God? The Savior who rescued us from sin and death? Not so much the focus there.
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sounds like a familiar drum beat...
glee
i think i might be more excited about the shredder than the cd burner. sure, it's nice to create stuff but DESTRUCTION JUST SEEMS WAY MORE FUN.
tomorrow, i'll be shredding everything in sight. don't mind me.
