Archives for the month of: May, 2007

One of the more interesting regular features in New York magazine is their Approval Matrix. It is, in their words, “our deliberately oversimplified guide to who falls where on our taste hierarchies.”

I’m not sure if I have any taste hierarchies, but I thought I would share what’s been appearing on my cultural radar and drawing cheers or jeers. From time to time, I will weigh in with a graphical representation of some highly-subjective rants and raves. So today, in the midst of a nice long weekend, here is my own ultra-simplified approval matrix.

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Thought-Provoking / Hooray! Here is a short video from Brian McLaren talking about the state of modern worship. B-Mac brings the heat, identifying how our worship industry has developed a “clientele of sophisticated consumers of worship products and prefabricated worship experiences.” Here is his open letter to worship songwriters.

[h/t: David Gate]

Thought-Provoking / Boo! This is a great video of a “breakup” between an advertiser and a consumer. Hooray for the fun & wit in this video. Boo! on one-way, top-down, talking-at-you-is-the-only-way-I-can-communicate-with-you relationships.

[h/t: Notcot]

Brain-Dead / Hooray! This game shouldn’t be so much fun, but somehow typing the alphabet as fast as you can (over and over again) at Finger Frenzy is strangely addictive.

[h/t: Marko]

Brain-Dead / Boo! Have they suffered a downward spike in their ratings? Do they covet the mystical male 18-34 year old demographic that badly? I don’t know if it’s possible for an entire network to jump the shark, but ESPN might have come close. They now include MMA as part of their regular “sports” coverage. Just in case you are not man enough, “MMA” stands for “Mixed Martial Arts.” You know — it’s what Kip was training for. I must not be a good enough Christian to appreciate all this street fighting, but these guys have nothing on Van Damme in Bloodsport. I think they should add throwing sand in your opponent’s eyes if they want to be taken seriously as a sport. Until then, ESPN earns a matrix-breaking brain-dead boo! from me. Ugh.

As someone who has been a part of leading congregations in worship through music for over ten years, I cringe when I see people angrily denouncing modern praise songs because of their lack of lyrical depth.  People have argued back and forth about these kind of love songs to God — some have denounced these as “Jesus is my boyfriend” songs.

In my ministry to Asian American youth and young adults, I have seen a great need for the recovery of godly intimacy in many of their lives.  It is extraordinarily difficult for people who are afraid of their dads or never speak to them to sing highest praises to their heavenly Father.  While it might not be right to project our brokenness onto God, it still happens.  And even in cases where there might not be dad-issues, the honor/shame culture in which so many of us have been raised tends to make us closed off, unable to connect deeply with God or with others.  It is virtually impossible to forge a deep, abiding love for God or for others if we are disconnected from God.  Music can play a vital role in establishing an intimate, life-changing, life-giving relationship with God.

Certainly, we must always exercise wisdom and discernment.  We do not want to devolve into a “me-first” consumer mindset.  Worship is rightly directed to God, first and foremost.

I bring all of this up because, in my never-ending search for worship songs that would be appropriate to sing in our church’s context, I recently picked up the new Hillsong United album, All of the Above.

A quick tangent:  The title, “All of the Above,” seems to refer to an image on the cover and inside the liner notes of the album.  There are five young people wearing plain white t-shirts, each one with a large handwritten phrase.  These include: love, truth, hope, justice, and others.  It seems that the phrase “all of the above” is intended to show that our calling is not to pick and choose or have an either/or mentality, but that following Christ includes all of these things — a “both/and” kind of faith, if you will.

Although I know that United songs are hugely popular in youth circles, I have never been that much of a fan.  Not necessarily a critic, but just not a huge follower.  Their musical evolution has been pretty interesting to follow — the Brit-rockish chord progression of “Everyday” to the Blink 182-esque feel of “The Reason I Live” to the modern rock strains of “Salvation is Here” to the emo/punk riffs of “Take It All.”  One thing that has always thrown me for a loop is how their uptempo songs have developed a kind of punk rawkish flair, but their more contemplative songs still remain in 80’s Monster Ballad territory.  I’m not judging them, mind you — I will sing along to “Heaven” by Warrant and “Every Rose Has Its Thorn” by Poison any day.  It just seems kind of odd, that’s all.

I noticed one kind of troubling thing while listening to this album’s lyrics, though. It’s not so much about the simplicity of the lyrics — which, I might add, is not always a bad thing.  Another tangent:  I used to really dislike singing “Trading My Sorrows” by Darrell Evans.  Not only because I would inevitably picture a person going to the checkout counter with a package of sorrow or shame and trading for “the joy of the Lord,” but because I could not understand why the chorus consisted simply of “Yes, Lord” repeated nine times. Then a friend put it into perspective for me.  We say, “No” to God all the time.  Sometimes, we need to remind ourselves to choose God’s ways — emphatically, nine times over, even.

Anyhoo, what raised my eyebrow was the opening line to the second track, Break Free, which says, “Would you believe me, would you listen if I told you that there is a love that makes a way and never holds you back?”  This is extremely similar to the opening line to another United song called (interestingly enough), Free, which asks, “Would you believe me if I said, that we are the ones who can make the change in the world today?”  This reminds me of how a number of different United songs use the line, “I wanna be with You,” or a close variation of that phrase.

And, on the track Lead Me to the Cross, they seem to reference two songs not written by United.  Leading into the chorus, the lyrics state, “Everything I once held dear I count it all as loss” which sort of compresses the opening verse to Knowing You by Graham Kendrick, “All I once held dear, built my life upon / All this world reveres, and wars to own / All I once thought gain, I have counted loss…”

The chorus of this song says, “Lead me to the cross where Your love poured out / Bring me to my knees, Lord I lay me down” which is oddly reminiscent of the chorus to an old Delirious? track, Oh Lead Me, “Lead me to the cross where we first met / Draw me to my knees, so we can talk.”

I am not accusing them of plagiarism.  I understand that referencing prior material can be a very powerful thing; it can recontextualize a powerful experience from the past into our present-day life experience.  I think Passion’s work to reclaim some of our old hymns works along these lines. It just reminds me of how difficult and what a high calling it is to write songs of worship that are engaging, thoughtful, singable, melodic, astute, deep and memorable.

Do you have any friends from your past who are now famous?

My wife, being a graduate of NYU, has known people who have been on Broadway and on television, but no breakout stars.  Her younger brother was good friends with Tony An from H.O.T. (“Hi-Five of Teenager” — such an awesome name) back in junior high.  In fact, my wife once showed a picture of her brother and Tony together (with a couple of other friends) to a youth group student who immediately began crying.

Once, when I was in college, I saw a pre-teen Bam Margera come ripping through one of our skateboarding sessions.  I have an old 411 VHS tape to prove it.  If you watch Bam’s sequence closely (which he nailed in one take — quite a prodigy, he was!) you can see my feet as I’m seated on a low wall nearby.

Well, in any case, in an issue of Spin from awhile ago I stumbled across some folks I knew from back in high school.  I knew that they had been involved in bands from back then, but I had no idea what they were up to until I saw their names listed as Spin’s Artist of the Month — eventually they went on to become Spin’s underground band of the year for 2006.  Their band is named “The Silent Years” and they are well worth checking out.  In fact, you can find four amazing tracks for free over at Daytrotter.  Their eclectic indie rock sound will appeal to people with a wide variety of taste — not because they’re trying to appeal to everyone in a gross “muzak for all peoples” lowest common denominator kind of way, but because their voice is fresh and they do what they do extremely well.

Has it really been twenty years since the sprawling noise epic You’re Living All Over Me was released?  And yet, here we are, with Dinosaur Jr. recently reunited (with plenty of corny “Dinosaur Sr.” jokes, I’m sure) and with a brand new album, Beyond.  I’ll probably write a more detailed review later, but I was pleasantly surprised by this album.  It’s much more than a one-off, Bands Reunited nostalgia trip.  J Mascis still peddle-hops his way through solos that, while not necessarily melting off the faces of listeners, threaten to careen off the edge of a cliff before eventually wandering back home.  The dance party our family had to this album’s opening tracks testifies to the potency of Lou and Murph’s urgent rhythm section.  My daughter likes “Almost Ready” in particular.

The artists from Mothership have produced a breathtaking public art installation in Rotterdam. In their own words:

On May 14th 1940 the city of Rotterdam was bombed. The bombs and especially the fire that followed reduced its centre to smoldering ashes.

Already during the war it was decided that the destroyed buildings wouldn’t be rebuild, but that Rotterdam would be turned into a new, modern city.

For Rotterdam 2007 – City of Architecture, the border indicating the destroyed area will be marked with huge spotlights. Each light has a capacity of 7000 watts. The invisible border will be shown in a spectacular way!”

[h/t: Notcot]

This project immediately call to mind the “Tribute in Light” project in New York city, in which artists created two towers of light from a cluster of searchlights where the fallen towers once stood.

These projects bear silent witness to the symbolic power of light that cuts through darkness. They inspire hope, even wonder, in their viewers. Could this be what Jesus meant when talked about cities and hills, and lamps and bowls? Sometimes, we reduce the idea or “shining” for Jesus to that one Sunday a year when we roll out the little ones in front of the congregation to sing “this little light of mine.” Sometimes our light is more like that of an overzealous police officer holding a Maglite at head level and peering menacingly into the law-breaking sinner’s car: “Do you know why I’ve singled you out tonight, sir?” says the Christian SWAT team.

What if our light cut through darkness, offering a breathtaking glimpse into the kingdom, inspiring hope and wonder at the sight of such life within us?

Our family went for a quick day trip to La Jolla the other day — a lovely town just north of San Diego proper (and pronounced “La Hoya” in case you ever need to say it). There are some swanky shops in the downtown area (where we purchased our first Blik wall decals); but we were there for the beaches. We started at the cove, but the rising tide quickly sent us over toward the tide pools. Our daughter enjoyed seeing a couple of little fish skittering around the tide pools, but spent most of her time making “chalk” drawings in the loose sand. Finally, we ended up at the Children’s Pool — an area of the beach partially protected by a seawall that was originally, as its name suggests, a children’s swimming area but is currently a protected area for seals and sea lions.

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We were able to get a closeup view of some seals (which, we learned at SeaWorld, can be distinguished from sea lions because they do not have obvious ear flaps) from down on the beach. None of them followed us home, but we had a pretty great view. The seal in the center looked a little bit stressed out by all the onlookers, so we didn’t hang out for long — but look closely at the seal lying on its back to the center-left of the photo. It is the picture of relaxation — just lying around, grinning. Certainly put a smile on my face.

Though the moments often feel few and far between, I love those unexpected God-moments that put a smile on my face. I was able to have coffee this week with a student who has been coming out to our church for the past several weeks. He comes from a Buddhist background but is earnestly seeking truth. For over two hours, I heard a little bit of his life story — the enormous pressure his extended family has put on him, the brokenness of his family relationships, his sincere search for truth and meaning. He listened intently as I shared with him about God’s enormous, incomprehensible love for people, why Jesus died on the cross for us and what that means for our lives. I love it when God surprises me, breaking through my hard-hearted cynicism about sharing the Gospel.