Friday, October 27, 2006
My Music
One of the ways I cope with hard times is by getting absorbed in my music. Ever since I was young, I always found refuge in listening to meaningful songs. I find that there are two sorts of people in the world: those that find music meaningful and look forward to experiencing music just for the pure joy of the music, and those who see music as something to have in the background. How can you determine which kind of person you are is simple: would you be happy to spend an evening by yourself listening to music and doing nothing else?
So, for me, during this time of stress and troubles, I have latched onto a couple of bands whose music really has said some of the things that I myself cannot verbalize; songs which lift my spirits, bring me to tears, and make me think. The first band is The Lost Dogs, a group I have written about before. As a big fan of this group, simply posting links to the lyrics of some of these songs does not do them justice, but it is one way I can support the band. Three of their songs that have been a blessing to me these last eighteen days are: Jesus on the Shore, Crushing Hand, and Blessing in Disguise. I cannot say enough good things about this group: each of the members individually and all of them together are so talented, in a musically just world they would all be superstars.
The second band is The Violet Burning, a group I stumbled upon while keeping up with the Lost Dogs. Several songs from the Faith and Devotion of a Satellite Heart album are so worshipful and heartfelt that whenever I hear them I feel refreshed and purified. What is so amazing is that these two groups are almost exact opposites: the Lost Dogs play a progressive country/Americana style while the Violet Burning are much more Alternative or Modern sounding.
Thanks to everyone who continues to ask how I am doing: I am still sore and unable to do anything to exert myself. I am going to physical therapy and seeing my doctor to determine the best course of action. Continue to pray for my wife, my healing, and wisdom on how to best deal with insurance and health care management. ΒΆ 7:27 PM 1 comments
So, for me, during this time of stress and troubles, I have latched onto a couple of bands whose music really has said some of the things that I myself cannot verbalize; songs which lift my spirits, bring me to tears, and make me think. The first band is The Lost Dogs, a group I have written about before. As a big fan of this group, simply posting links to the lyrics of some of these songs does not do them justice, but it is one way I can support the band. Three of their songs that have been a blessing to me these last eighteen days are: Jesus on the Shore, Crushing Hand, and Blessing in Disguise. I cannot say enough good things about this group: each of the members individually and all of them together are so talented, in a musically just world they would all be superstars. The second band is The Violet Burning, a group I stumbled upon while keeping up with the Lost Dogs. Several songs from the Faith and Devotion of a Satellite Heart album are so worshipful and heartfelt that whenever I hear them I feel refreshed and purified. What is so amazing is that these two groups are almost exact opposites: the Lost Dogs play a progressive country/Americana style while the Violet Burning are much more Alternative or Modern sounding. Thanks to everyone who continues to ask how I am doing: I am still sore and unable to do anything to exert myself. I am going to physical therapy and seeing my doctor to determine the best course of action. Continue to pray for my wife, my healing, and wisdom on how to best deal with insurance and health care management. ΒΆ 7:27 PM 1 comments
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Dave-
I was raised Pentecostal; I was raised to believe in a spectacular God. Now, I've only sometimes had the faith to ask for spectacular things... but your surviving under that truck was the act of a spectacular God.
And after this, do I any longer have a choice? I'll pick up some Lost Dogs.
I noticed also that, in listing all the ways God has used your accident, you forgot to mention that you've had time to do a lot of really cool blogging. Welcome back to the ether.
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I was raised Pentecostal; I was raised to believe in a spectacular God. Now, I've only sometimes had the faith to ask for spectacular things... but your surviving under that truck was the act of a spectacular God.
And after this, do I any longer have a choice? I'll pick up some Lost Dogs.
I noticed also that, in listing all the ways God has used your accident, you forgot to mention that you've had time to do a lot of really cool blogging. Welcome back to the ether.
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