Showing posts with label music. Show all posts
Showing posts with label music. Show all posts

Sunday, April 24, 2011

Xristos Anesti

Jesus lives, and so shall I.
Death! thy sting is gone forever,
He who deigned for me to die,
Lives, the bands of death to sever.
He shall raise me with the just:
Jesus is my Hope and Trust.


Jesus lives and reigns supreme;
And, His kingdom still remaining;
I shall also be with Him,
Ever living, ever reigning.
God has promised: be it must;
Jesus is my Hope and Trust.


Jesus lives, I know full well,
Naught from Him my heart can sever,
Life nor death nor powers of hell,
Joy nor grief, henceforth forever.
None of all His saints is lost;
Jesus is my Hope and Trust.


Jesus lives, and death is now
But my entrance into glory.
Courage, then, my soul, for thou
Hast a crown of life before thee;
Thou shalt find thy hopes were just;
Jesus Christ, our hope and trust..

Monday, April 12, 2010

The Peace Train

I'm going to totally co-opt this song by Yusuf Islam (nee Cat Stevens). This certainly wasn't what the author intended, but this is what I hear when I listen to this song.

Listen to it. This is a great performance. But, this time, every time he sings the word "peace train," replace your mental image of a train with an image of the resurrected Jesus.

All the hope, all the longing, all the joy that this song encapsulates is not just a misty dream. It is concrete and real and embodied (not personified -- embodied) in the resurrected God-Man called Jesus Christ. His resurrection is just the mighty Locomotive of Life leaving the station, bringing the whole creation along with it, us included, on the way to the World Remade.

Jesus is the Peace Train.

Saturday, March 6, 2010

Canned Goods

My friend Wendy has begun a lovely little blog called "Little Farm in the City" about her experience as...well....as so many things. I encourage you to visit.

Her recent post is on ratatouille, and how it seems to her like eating summer. Her writing reminded me of a song by Greg Brown called Canned Goods. It really is a beautiful and evocative song.

Peaches on the shelf 
Potatoes in the bin
Supper's ready, everybody come on in
Taste a little of the summer, 
Taste a little of the summer, 
You can taste a little of the summer 
my grandma's put it all in jars. 


Here is a very passable rendition I found on You Tube. You can also listen to Greg himself doing it on Last FM or Lala.com


Friday, January 22, 2010

If You Knew Uke Like I Knew Uke

Apparently the ukelele is a real musical instrument, not a toy.

The first video is from the Blue Stone Folk School. Hat Tip to my old friend Joni Back-Bubenzer, who is a regular participant and ardent supporter of this terrific musical experience in central Indiana.

I love the fact that the other takes here include a concert uke and a resonator uke. Wicked cool.







Friday, December 25, 2009

Thursday, December 10, 2009

Jesus Christ, the Apple Tree




The tree of life my soul hath seen,
Laden with fruit and always green:
The trees of nature fruitless be
Compared with Christ the apple tree.

His beauty doth all things excel:
By faith I know, but ne'er can tell
The glory which I now can see
In Jesus Christ the apple tree.

For happiness I long have sought,
And pleasure dearly I have bought:
I missed of all; but now I see
'Tis found in Christ the apple tree.

I'm weary with my former toil,
Here I will sit and rest awhile:
Under the shadow I will be,
Of Jesus Christ the apple tree.

This fruit doth make my soul to thrive,
It keeps my dying faith alive;
Which makes my soul in haste to be
With Jesus Christ the apple tree.

Music by Elizabeth Poston
Words by Joshua Smith of New Hampshire 1784.




Friday, November 6, 2009

Operator, Get me Jesus

Our church is doing something new next week. We are a pretty small group, somewhat scattered geographically. We want to have an impact for Jesus, and are realizing that it might be a very good thing if we went to him in prayer more. So we are going to attempt to eliminate excuses about travel time, gas money and so on by holding a prayer meeting by conference call.

Reminds me of this song...

Sunday, October 18, 2009

11:11

Rodrigo y Gabriela have come out with a new album titled 11:11. Holy Smokes. All new original material, no covers. What I have heard is just outstanding and every bit as energetic and passionate as their original album. This is music that make my hair stand on end and puts fire in my belly.

This is a live performance of one of the numbers from the new album. I love how Gabriela is so sweet, with her halting french at the beginning, but give her box with some strings on it and she is all business.

Saturday, August 15, 2009

Ramayana Lite


I recently stumbled across one of the most amazing films I have ever seen. I am fascinated by it and keep going back to watch sections of it on YouTube.

Sita Sings the Blues is a personalized retelling of the Ramayana, one of the great sanskrit epics, the twin tale of the Mahabarata. The movie is subtitled The Greatest Breakup Story Every Told. Nina Paley took inspiration from this ancient tale, the breakup of her own marriage and the songs of Annette Hanshaw. She created this stunning interweaving of animation styles, ad lib interview, storytelling and music. The animation alone is inventive and beautiful work, fascinating to watch and sheer delight. The integration of Annette Hanshaw's music is exceptionally clever, but manages never to feel strained. And for westerner's like me, this Ramayana lite is an easy way to be introduced to this ancient and profound tale.


It's about 1:20 long, but worth every bit of it. If you want to take it in chunks, it is also available on YouTube broken into 10 sections. I warn you...they are like potato chips. You may not be able to stop once you start.

As you might imagine, there are many detractors of this film. Because of it was made by a white american woman who is not Hindu, and because it takes a light tone regarding some things that many Hindus feel are very sacred, it treads some difficult ground. As a westerner, I can see where Ms. Paley actually was working out of a real reverence for the material, but her way of honoring it is to personalize it. She makes it very clear also that she is really focusing on the role of Sita, and developing her concept of Sita's side of the tale. In the actual sanskrit story, Sita's role is very small -- almost a side note -- compared to that of Raman.

The idea of honoring a story by personalizing it is a very western concept. I get it, but I can see why some of her critics might not. Regardless, I would encourage everyone to see this.

Tuesday, July 28, 2009

Don't Laugh...It Could Happen



Stumpy Worship

I recently attended a half day conference on worship and leading worship. It was conducted by a well known worship leader and musician (or perhaps he was a musician and worship leader). I say "well known" but that really is a relative sort of thing. That is to say he is well known in certain praise-and-worship-leading worship leading circles. Yes...I meant that sentence to read that way.

I suspected that I was in for something less than stellar, but I went into it saying that I was not closed to his message. I really was "openish" to what he had to say. I must say that I was not disappointed.

His initial message, about an hour and fifteen minutes of expounding on 2 Chronicles 29 was actually pretty good. Not earth-shaking, but a reasonably solid sermon on how YHWH calls us to worship Him and how he uses worship to shape us. Then we went to the Q&A and this is where we began to part ways. Every question and every answer was about music. The underlying assumption was a basic equation: music=worship. The reflexive property applies and it is an exclusive relationship. Worship is music and only music. There was no discussion of the reading of scripture, sermons and homilies, coporate prayer and confession, or even of sacraments. In his explanation of the text, he focused on sections like this:

As the offering began, singing to the LORD began also, accompanied by trumpets and the instruments of David king of Israel. The whole assembly bowed in worship, while the singers sang and the trumpeters played.
Yet he completely ignored these sections, and their implications for Christian worship:

They brought seven bulls, seven rams, seven male lambs and seven male goats as a sin offering for the kingdom, for the sanctuary and for Judah. The king commanded the priests, the descendants of Aaron, to offer these on the altar of the LORD. 22 So they slaughtered the bulls, and the priests took the blood and sprinkled it on the altar; next they slaughtered the rams and sprinkled their blood on the altar; then they slaughtered the lambs and sprinkled their blood on the altar. 23 The goats for the sin offering were brought before the king and the assembly, and they laid their hands on them. 24 The priests then slaughtered the goats and presented their blood on the altar for a sin offering to atone for all Israel, because the king had ordered the burnt offering and the sin offering for all Israel.
It was as if all that other stuff, the altars and the utensils and the blood and the animals and the sacrfice...that's not worship. It's something else.

Of course, Jesus is our sacrifice. We make different kinds of offerings than Hezekiah's priests, but our offerings ought not be limited to the musical kind. At one point, he even said something like, "I led them in worship for about 30 minutes, and then Paul preached..." I managed to not scream -- but just barely.

It's all just too truncated. Not wrong really, because music is and can be worshipful. But it is like playing basketball without any arms, just legs. You can do the running around part, but there are huge sections of the game that are simply missing. It would be easy, if you didn't know better, to think you were actually playing the game, because you could certainly still get all sweaty and out of breath from running around on the court, but it ain't the real deal. It's just part of it.

When worship is singularly about fuzzy feelings and the buzz you get from loud instruments played too high for too long, then it is so limiting. The scripture makes it clear that the apostles dedicated themselves to prayer, reading the scripture and the breaking of bread (communion). There is no mention of music. How did we get to the point where we have gone to the polar opposite of the Church of Christ and those old school orthodox Presbyterians that actually banned instruments? Now we don't ban music, it's ALL about the music.

The seminar section was followed by a 2 hour "worship concert" where his band performed lots of the music they had written for worship. I kept a rough count and I would estimate that about half the songs were actually about Jesus, using biblical images and wording to sing about God's character and work. The rest tended to be songs that expressed the singer's love, passion, commitment, dedication, etc. Nice songs, but dangerous because they sound like gospel, but they are not. These "Jesus is my boyfriend" songs did not dominate, but they were certainly a significant part of the repertoire. I can't condemn them entirely, because there is certainly an element of this responsive lyricism even in the Psalms. Yet it seem perilous to repeat them so often because the lead us to think that we can impress God if we are passionate enough, committed enough, or love him enough. Safer, I think, to repeat songs and stories about what God has done and is doing. Dead men can't sing, but Jesus can raise the dead and give them new voices.

One of my colleagues spoke in his defense to say that in the area from which he comes (Belfast Ireland) and in which he ministers, he almost certainly is reaching people who have been too long chased from the gospel by the church. I allow that this is almost certainly true, and is a perfect example of how God's grace can and does reach across our shortsightedness and incompetence to draw his people to himself. He meets us even in the stumpy awkward sessions we call worship services and his gospel prevails -- in spite of what form or shape our meetings take.


Monday, May 18, 2009

Log Driver's Waltz

The song is nice enough, perhaps a little unintended but sweet double entendre. But what grabbed me is the footage at the beginning. It humbles me. I think of the men and women who built the nations that occupy this continent, going back several generations. The sheer physical competence of those people makes me feel small and unaccomplished. We really do stand on the shoulders of giants.

Saturday, April 4, 2009

Chicken Rosemary Potato Bean Soup

My cousin Nancy is a songwriter and musician. She has a lovely and gentle heart, and it comes out in her music. Whenever I hear her sing, I can't help but seeing this sweet hippie chick that you just can't help but like. Not spacey, not saccharine, but just someone who enjoys simple, beautiful things. 

I also admire how she has been taking steps over the past several years to get her music out there. She has recorded a few very nice CD's, and has been doing concerts at various venues around Boise Idaho, her hometown, as well as reaching out through a website, blog, CDBaby and even facebook and myspace. I can't speak for her, but it seems to me that it's not about getting rich as a musician (although I don't guess that she would turn down money if offered), but she is diligently seeking ways to share her music with the world. It's step by step, a learning process,and I'm pretty sure she has seen her share of setbacks and disappointments. But the process is progress. I appreciate the strength and perserverence it takes to lay your life's work out for everyone to form an opinion. That is no small thing.

She recently put up a song on YouTube called Chicken Rosemary Potato Bean Soup. It creates such a warm and delightful domestic picture of a warm dinner on a cold night. It strikes me as kind of a winter song, but even though it's turning rapidly to spring, nights are still chilly enough here in New England that it still fits. I can imagine hearing this song played on a Sunday night public radio folk show. It has a nice feel to it.

You can find her website HERE.

Thanks Nancy. I'm posting your song with the lyrics. 




5:45 with evening descending –
The night before us pending
Glad for the wood pile Stan stacked by the house
Stoke the fire before it goes out

Potato Bean Soup simmers to hot
Throw in some chicken (since that’s what we’ve got)
Light the candle I just bought
Throw the spices now into the pot

CHORUS:  CHICKEN ROSEMARY POTATO BEAN SOUP ON THE STOVE
LET’S ADD THE LENTILS THAT BENJAMIN JUST BROUGHT HOME (from the road)
WHAT WOULD BE PERFECT IS SOME PAN BIGIO (warmed on a stone)
HALF AN HOUR AND WE SHOULD BE GOOD TO GO

Call up Ashley and tell her the soup’s on
Why don’t you bring Billy; stay as long as you want
Or if you can’t stay take some home for tomorrow
I’ll tuck in the recipe so you can follow

Repeat Chorus

© NancyKellyMusic 2009
Penned September 29, 2008   

Monday, February 16, 2009

Fecal Badinage

U. Utah Phillips may be my favorite old communist. He is a maker of song, raconteur, unabashed socialistic union partisan and general rabble rouser. For all that he is a true and authentic delight to listen to. He maybe even more favorite to me than Pete Seeger. You just got to appreciate a man that can carve a tale with such callous-handed mastery, wielding words like the sharpest wood chisels and an old honest-to-god 50 grit voice. Rural ribaldries. Raucus rusticana. Fecal badinage. Oh the language!

Phillips passed on this last year. His presence will be missed.
    




Thursday, January 29, 2009

Practical Ecclesiology 9 - Matters of the Heart

I was introduced to Bob Bennett in college, in the mid-80's. He has a golden tenor voice, girded up with expressive guitar work, and singing images that I found by turns beautiful, uplifting, heart rending, and challenging. He does very very good work. He is not, however, the sort of singer songwriter that will really ever make the big splash. I don't think he would put up with the sort of poop that is required to make that big splash. 

I have always sensed in his work a rigorous integration of his faith, his life and his art. I appreciate that. 

This song speaks for itself. Listen to it, and those of you who know our church may find that it touches on some of our current dilemnas.


Sunday, December 21, 2008

In the Bleak Midwinter

This is a beautiful song, often rendered by choirs in reverberating chapels with vaulted arches lost to sight high up in the darkness. This is a unpretentious and straightforward rendering by a woman with a simple but affecting manner.


Wednesday, October 22, 2008

Charlie Mops and Ipod

I'm so close to being lucky it's a pity.

On one of my recent sojourns to the Commonwealth to the south of us, I came upon a sad little ipod, dented, scarred and obviously lost. I picked it up and stuffed it in my briefcase for examination later. I finally got to it today, and imagine my amazement to find that it worked!

To make a long story short, I probably have located the owner by finding her name recorded in the software. A quick Google reveals that she is an athlete in a local community college located about 10 miles from where I found the ipod. Her name is all over the local papers. Since the only other person with her name that Google brings up is in Australia, it's a safe bet that the athlete is the owner. I sent an indirect message to her coach, since I could not get her address and I figured it best for security purposes to work through an intermediary. I expect to hear from the owner and make arrangements to return the wayward device.

But....until then, I'm pillaging the playlist to see what new music I can find. So far, I kind of like a lot of what I'm hearing. There is a fair amount of irish influence, including irish rock and roll, some live recordings of bar bands. Surprising little rap, hip hop or so-called dance music. And then, like a jewel, I discovered this one beautiful standout among them all...

I found a delightful version on youtube.



I remember watching Tommy Makem and the Clancy Brothers on NH Public Television when I was but a lad. I loved that music. I was so surprised to see the Clancy Brothers on the Ipod of a young woman. Of course, the subject matter may have influenced her choice.

The battery is almost dead. We'll see what else I can find.

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UPDATE: 10/23/08
I have since located the young woman who owns the ipod and made arrangements to sent it to her in the mail. More's the pity. I thought for a minute there that God was providing me with an ipod. Nope. Just using me to return someone else's. I hope this is important to some vast eternal plan.

Tuesday, September 30, 2008

He Got the Answer

This may be the antidote to the video I recently posted. I don't think the video itself is all that good, but the song....it brings back memories.

I remember listening to this a kid, feeling pretty rebellious. 

A) It was rock and roll - the devil's music.
B) It purported to be Christian, which made it even more insidious. 
C) It had "the perfect lay" in the lyrics. Oh my goodness.

I also remember how it gave me a sort of superior feeling, because I had Jesus, and all those problems he lists weren't my problems. They were problems for those unrighteous unwashed over there. The poetry is so vivid and over the top that the point got a little lost on this good clean Christian kid. Of course, we're all looking for the perfect lay, and we all have dirty needles in our purple veins. All of us. 

But you know what? I know better now. More important, I also know that it's OK. Jesus' got the answer.

Sunday, September 28, 2008

Stop Him before Someone Gets Hurt!

This makes me want to start a punk-metal-goth band, so I can cover this tune properly. My video would involve lots of explosions, people falling from buildings in slow motion, biting the heads of small animals and birds, masks, people wearing wings, screaming incoherently, and faces with black tears painted on them. 

Maybe Ben from 10-4 Good Buddy would direct my video and they could play it during their early worship service at his church. It would be very missional, transformative, and seeker sensitive. 

With friends like this...



A hat tip to Wheat Among Tares and Internet Monk