All posts tagged sacred music

Dangerous Songs (Part 1)

 

The dividing line between that which is “of God” and that which is “not” cannot and should not be trusted to the Marketplace.  But quite often it is.


The Dividing Line
The pastor of a church I recently played in was a self-professed Nine Inch Nails fan.  Aimee Mann as well.  So, as we talked through the tension between wise shepherding and over-protectiveness, we found a great deal we agreed upon.  Still,  he had reservations about my playing cover songs for his congregation.  He was concerned that I was giving his people license to buy and listen to music that at least has the potential to be socially and philosophically dangerous.

We agreed that no one needed permission to seek out damaging media. Perhaps the goal, then isn’t so much to prevent people from engaging with certain forms of media but teaching ourselves and our communities how to be discerning consumers, listeners, readers etc… Part of that comes in approaching media with a different set of questions.  Particularly the question “what can I  see of God in this?”

You see, somewhere before this conversation took place, a decision had already been made about what art is beneficial for christian (mostly Protestant) churches.  We were only dealing with material on “the other side” of the sacred/profane line. But what criteria was used to determine the sacred or beneficial nature of the music played in his church or mine? It seems to me that line is drawn with the same pen that draws the line between what is sell-able and not.  In other words: We sing this song here because it is sung elsewhere or because the artist who wrote it has other successful songs.  That’s not a pastoral criteria.  It’s a market criteria. In more cases than not, monetary success draws the line.

The Danger of Falling Asleep
That pastor and I were having a conversation about Aimee Mann. That’s to be expected. But does a similar conversation happen regarding songs by Chris Tomlin, Brenton Brown or anyone on the CCLI top 100?*  Are these songwriters above such a conversation?  Is there need for similar discernment when it comes to church music?  After all, these songs are sung repeatedly and memorized by church congregations. The language and imagery in these songs helps shape the way thousands understand the mystery of God.  So, what if it’s off? How would we know? Perhaps we’d recognize it in the fruit such art bears.

It’s no secret that the blogosphere (as well as more than a few coffee bars across the US) is choc-full of church leaders lamenting the immobilization or selfish tendencies of far too many congregates.  These same church leaders often acknowledge that the machinery  of church can not only contribute to but encourage such immobilization and selfishness.  If we’re willing to point out the potential dangers of exposure to media, it is vital that we take a more discerning look at art that has likely played a part in lulling many “to sleep in their faith” with repeated blessed assurances that it is well, not only our souls but well with the world, so long as we recognize and acknowledge how He loves us.

When the next hot, church sing-a-long hits the circuit, will it be evaluated? Will it even be thought about? Or will its status as “beneficial” be established the way Truth is established in Stephen Colbert’s world, where once the Market has spoken, it must be true.

 

I’m finishing Part 2 of this post and will have it up soon.

(The CCLI Top 100 is a list of the 100 most popular songs sung in churches)

African Eunuchs and The Secret Message of Rock Music (Through Songs I Was First Undone Part III)

Phillip was headed south. He wasn’t given a destination.  Or at least if there was a destination, we’re not told what it was.  All we know from what is written is that he was to go south and that the road he was to travel was a “wilderness road.”  Most of us don’t travel on “wilderness roads,” so for the sake of cohesive imagery, let’s picture driving on any of the major interstates in PA.

On the way South, along this wilderness road, Phillip came across a eunuch from Ethiopia…

…you know,.. like you do.

Now, if you’re like me and you come across an Ethiopian eunuch in a chariot, you don’t think too much of it.  But in this case, something strange was afoot at the Ethiopian eunuch’s chariot. The Spirit of the LORD said to Phillip, “Go to that chariot and stay near it.”

“…go to the chariot… stay near it…”

Not “go and plant a seed” or “go and deliver the message but don’t get involved.”

“Go and stay.”

This is not the language of agenda or strategy. This is the language of proximity; the language of incarnation.

Phillip ran to the chariot and upon reaching it, heard the man in it reading the words of sacred Scripture;  words of the prophet Isaiah; words Philip was familiar with which foreshadowed the life and death of the One Phillip had come to know as the resurrected Jesus.

What a strange twist to the story: Phillip did not bring the Word of God to the chariot; It was there when he arrived. In an setting Phillip was unfamiliar with.

It was already there.
Pregnant with life.
Waiting.

Phillip asked the Ethiopian: “Do you understand what you are reading?”  To which the man replied: “How can I, unless someone explains it to me.”  And then the Ethiopian invited Phillip into his chariot.

Go. Stay. Get in.

To be in the chariot is to for Phillip to no longer have control.  His feet off the ground, his “destination” was now wherever this man was heading; Phillip’s journey was now linked with the journey of this stranger; his story now intercepted and invaded by this stranger’s story.

And it is in that setting, unfamiliar and uncontrolled, that the conversation turned to the Story that is both their stories; the Story that is our story as well.  A story so deeply ingrained in this world and in our hearts that every story ends up being some shade of it, leaving us only with the option, the adventure, the joy and responsibility of discovering it… where it already is.

What I am doing, in part, with this new project is asking my christian brothers and sisters to approach chariots they might be unfamiliar with; even perhaps suspicious or afraid of… and stay.

… to make a discipline of engaging, listening and seeing… much as we have made a discipline of dividing, discerning and judging.

…to be actively present instead of eager to leave…

…and in that discipline of being actively present, to recognize the story and song of the Divine where it already is rather than believe it only ends up where we take it…

…to know well enough the texts our neighbors are reading that we could ask, knowingly “Do you understand what you are reading?”…

…to get in and see the story from the seat our neighbors are sitting in and “explain” as best we can, as best we know, as thoroughly as possible.. Life. Death. Resurrection. Covenant. Kingdom. Glory. Hope. Loss. Victory… Trusting not to our wisdom or education but to the pervasiveness of the Story Itself and to the Sovereignty of the One whose Story it ultimately is.

You can purchase the album at my web store now.
You can also find it at iTunes.

Through Songs I Was First Undone

Sacred and Profane (Through Songs I Was First Undone, Part 1)

The first musical purchase I ever made was a the Police’s “ Synchronicity.”  I bought it on tape.  This wasn’t so much because I had incredibly discerning taste as a 9-year-old (in fact, my second musical purchase was “Chipmunk Punk” and I loved it with equal fervor).. it was that I lived in a neighborhood with a few older boys who did have excellent taste in music.  Because of these neighbors and their musical taste, I grew up on a steady diet of The Rolling Stones, Journey, The Smiths, Depeche Mode, Run DMC and a whole grip of others including the aforementioned Police.

Of course, they didn’t only pass the music along to me; they taught me to listen to it.  Not as background, or something to listen to while heading somewhere else.. It was the destination.  I would get in my friend’s car and drive.. headed nowhere in particular..  just so we could listen to music on his stereo.  Sure, we were normal boys; we painted our faces and pretended we were spies or Green Berets sneaking through our own back yards. But we also donned black and white make-up, tore up some sleeveless shirts and put on a lip-synced concert of Kiss’ “Dynasty” for the our parents and their friends.  I assume they were proud.. between the safety flares we had stuck into the ground and the make-up running into my eyes, I don’t recall seeing their faces.  It was in experiences such as this that I learned to love music.

And that was just the beginning.

I remember being at the Warfield in San Francisco in 1987, bummed that we showed up so early to see The Cult.  I had never heard of the other band and braced myself for the excruciating boredom often associated with sitting through an opening act.  45 minutes later, I picked my jaw up from the floor and asked the mohawk next to me who that amazing band was.  “Dude” he said, placing his huge tattooed hand on my shoulder, which smelled like clove cigarettes and mouthwash, “they’re called ‘Guns n Roses.’  They’re from L.A.  They’re aaaaawwwsome.” And they were.

I remember seeing REM at the Oakland-Alameda Coliseum, playing songs from the album GREEN and being transfixed along with about 19,000 others when it got quiet enough in the basketball arena for Michael Stipe to sing “You Are the Everything” without the band… through a bullhorn.  We slept in the parking lot of the Coliseum and went to see U2 on the Joshua Tree tour the very next night.  The Bodeans opened the show followed by the Pretenders.  I held hands with 60,000 strangers and sang “How long to sing this song?” for a solid 10 minutes after the stadium lights came on to tell us that it was time to go home.

More recently, I remember watching Tom Waits sing “Day After Tomorrow” at the tail end of the Daily Show and hitting ‘mute’ as the song faded so that the commercials Comedy Central runs wouldn’t ruin the vibe… I wanted to sit in that moment for a while.  There was something special about it.. more than special.. was it sacred?

Well.. I suppose that is something I am comfortable saying about my new album and the song choices I made…

I believe there is as much of God in the songs of Glen Phillips as there is in the songs of Phillips, Craig and Dean; as much of the Kingdom revealed in the songs of Tom Waits as in the songs of Chris Tomlin.  It is my opinion that to believe otherwise is to believe in a god too small to truly be God.

In a book entitled “For The Life of The World,” Alexander Schemann (a household name for obvious reasons) writes..

“The world is a fallen world because it has fallen away from the awareness that God is all in all… And even the religion of this world cannot heal or redeem it for it has accepted the reduction of God to an area called ‘sacred’ as opposed to the world as ‘profane.’  It has accepted the all embracing secularism which attempts to steal the world away from Go
d.”

The moments I’ve had with the artists whose music makes up this new project have been sacred… undoubtedly.  It is key to note that these sacred moments have, for the most part, taken place outside of the boundaries of the christian marketplace and the ‘area’ generally reserved for the the activity of God.  These artists and their songs have been central to the necessary undoing of the expectations and limitations I habitually place on God; expectations of how, where and through whom God is revealed.  I recognize God in their art and I believe it is a duty, as an artist and a christian, to point Him out where He is and celebrate Him there.

Here is the track listing:

1. Georgia Lee (Tom Waits)
2. You Can’t Always Get What You Want (The Rolling Stones)
3. Save Me (Aimee Mann)
4. Fly From Heaven (Toad The Wet Sprocket)
5. Wildflowers (Tom Petty)
6. Head Like A Hole (Nine Inch Nails)
7. No One Is To Blame (Howard Jones)
8. Stripped (Depeche Mode)
9. Please Please Please Let Me Get What I Want (The Smiths)
10. Freedom 90 (George Michael)

You can purchase the album here.