Nothing: The collapse of faith and David Bazan’s “Curse Your Branches”

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Maybe it’s the music industry, maybe it’s something private, or maybe it’s just rebelling against his youth, but whatever sparked it, it seems like David Bazan’s transition from Doubting Thomas to agnostic is complete.

Through his poetry, Bazan has always wrestled with the church, it’s believers and it’s practices, and that’s what has drawn so many people to Pedro the Lion over the years. And whatever Christian-related content that drew people in, Bazan provided just enough antidote to keep those listeners in check.

The band’s first record was released in 1997 on the so-called Christian punk record label “Tooth and Nail” in 1997. The “Whole EP” (say it out loud a couple of times) begins with a song called “Nothing,” which introduces the listener to a man who embraces philosophy over morals and rules. At one point, he says “It’s just not true, that there’s only one way.”

The EP then goes on to that character developing a drug habit (“Fix”), trying to kick it (the excellent “Almost There”), then seeing a friend who overcame his addiction thanks to “Mr. Hole-fixing man” (“Whole”). That album concludes with “Lullaby,” which has become an anthem for modern Christian life. I love this song so much, that I’m going to include some of the lyrics here:

Sun shines, and leaves blow and my hope like autumn is turning brown.
I know it seems like I’m always falling down.
And it does not matter to me, although it seems like it should.
It’s because I know I’m understood, when I hear him say…

“Rest in me little David, and dry all your tears, you can lay down your armour and have no fear.
Cause I’m always here when you’re tired of running, and I’m all the strength that you need.”

“Lullaby” is followed by an instrumental, “Hymn,” and it’s all over. Ever since I first heard this song almost 10 years ago, I still need that instrumental track to fully recover from “Lullaby.” Personally, I imagine the “David” here as King David, and how he would converse with God, but it’s easy to hear this and believe you are listening to some of David Bazan’s most honest, powerful and uplifting songs ever.

But ever since “Whole EP,” David has been fighting against that sentiment as hard as he can… I’ve read that in the past, he’d be playing his songs and people would be having intense emotional reactions, while he wasn’t feeling anything, and was uncomfortable with manipulating people like that.

With his next record, “It’s Hard to Find a Friend,” you can hear that instead of embracing this kind of cathartic narrative, he instead explores new stories and characters, like the memorable father and son exchange in “Big Trucks,” the man who finds out his girlfriend has been cheating on him in “Bad Diary Days,” and the guy who has a problem with natural beauty in “When They Really Get To Know You They Will Run.” But there’s still religious material as well, like “Of Minor Prophets and Their Prostitute Wives,” a retelling of the obscure Old Testament book Hosea. Then finally, the album’s finest moment, “Secret of the Easy Yoke,” featuring a man who feels unmoved and annoyed by his friends and their seemingly perfect devotion. However, by the end of the song he’s turned to “Peace be still,” a mantra of simple confirmation and encouragement.

(Yes, there was “Promise” originally at the end of this record, but supposedly Bazan was told to add an uplifting song to the end of the record, and on the re-release in 2001 was left off.)

In his next record, the EP entitled “The Only Reason I Feel Secure (Is That I’m Validated By My Peers)” he returned to the more introspective side of his writing, peaking with a beautiful rendition of “Be Thou My Vision.” From there things turned rather dark, with the warning of the powers of sex and power and murder in “Winners Never Quit,” a story of two brothers: the “good” Christian who is secretly bad (and murders his wife then commits suicide), and his “bad” Christian brother who is arrested while driving drunk and goes to jail. “Bad Things To Such Good People,” the final song from the brother in jail, describes the arrogance of his father and contains a somewhat controversial line: “All the while, the good Lord smiles and looks the other way.” You could interpret it as the Lord is simply forgiving both the father and the son in jail of their sins, or you could also look at it as the Lord is simply letting chaos reign in their life and doing nothing about it. (Starting to sound a little like what Bazan is saying in “Curse Your Branches,” right?)

Actually, for a good statement of where Bazan was at around the time of “Winners Never Quit,” check out this great interview here.

Then there’s the amazing rock record, “Control,” easily Bazan’s most distressing record, which tackles infidelity, global warming and modernization. While he was merely baiting his Christian listeners in “Winners Never Quit,” in this record he finally tells them to buzz off with “Rapture,” a song about an adulterous couple having dirty motel room sex and one screams out “Oh my sweet rapture, I hear Jesus and the angels singing Hallelujah, calling in me to enter the promised land.” Later in “Priests and Paramedics,” a priest at a funeral for the adulterous man gives his people gather a bitter pill: “You’re gonna die. We’re all gonna die. Could be twenty years, could be tonight. And lately I have been wondering why we go to so much trouble to postpone the unavoidable and prolong the pain of being alive.”

“Control” then adds a question mark in it’s oft-debated finale, “Rejoice,” which says “Wouldn’t it be so wonderful if everything were meaningless. But everything is so meaningful and most everything turns to shit. Rejoice.”

Following that, David seems content to slowly go darker and more skeptical, all kind of staying in this ambiguous Christian world viewpoint, like on “Achilles Heel” and the synth-only record, “The Headphones,” throwing in the occasional four or seven letter world to rankle his critics.

However, with his first full album under his own name, I feel like things are a lot different. Things are personal again, however, it seems like the sarcasm has been replaced with vitriol and anger. “Hard to Be” kicks things off with an indictment of the creation story as a Christian’s excuse for misbehaviour, and ends with his graduation from “believer” to “non-believer.”  There’s “Bless this Mess,” which either celebrates the inversion of popular Christian parables (the wheat and the chaff, the candle under a bushel), or celebrates those who flaunt them. “Harmless Sparks” takes on pedophile priests and inserts a confession of his own doubt and it again conflicts with his family. “When We Fell” indicts the threat of Hell as motivation for belief. In “Bearing Witness” he’s sick of “making the pieces fit” and in “Heavy Breath” he reassures his God-fearing friends that life without him isn’t any different.

The album ends with “In Stitches,” which instead of reaffirming anything, seems to confirm David’s agnostic attitude. He’s still talking to his God, but like the entire album all along, it’s in the tone of talking to someone who has been betrayed by an ex-lover. (A common description of “Curse Your Branches” is that it’s David Bazan’s “break up album” with God).

I’ve been thinking about it, and to me, from a lyrical point of view, it seems like David has finally turned into the character he voiced in “Nothing” way back in 1997 on the “Whole EP.” Happier to go his own his own way, and giving up the struggle of belief.

I’ll admit that I don’t know David personally, and I don’t what’s really in his heart. For all I know that this is just a natural progression of his writing, and his relationship with God is his own business, so I don’t want to come across as judging him for what he’s chosen to believe. I don’t even want to go into the whole alcoholism thing either, despite it being such a large presence in his songs, because again, I don’t need to be judgmental of that (especially when I see my own struggle with that as well).

I guess after being such an intense fan, and hanging on much longer than a lot of my other Christian brothers, I don’t think I can hold David’s songs as close as I once did. I’m still totally in awe of his talent, and I’ve been forever changed by his writing, but “Curse Your Branches” seems to be the album at which when I have to keep his music out of reaching distance. It’s not enough that I can recognize that I disagree with much of what he has to say, because I’ve been to all the places he visits here. I personally want to move past those places, so while I appreciate and respect what he’s done, I can’t dwell in it like other albums he’s done.

However, part of me also knows that if I give up on him now, I might miss out on him coming around to the final “Lullaby” chapter in his records, which is just a too glorious prospect. Johnny Cash and Mike Knott worked in similar circles, so anything is possible, right?

(As a post-script, I know there’s so much more I could talk about here too, like the Christmas EPs, his relationships with other “Christian” artists like Damien Jurado, but this is sprawling enough already).

(As another post-script, is that I wanted to note that I’ve had the pleasure of seeing him perform many times over the years: Opening for Low at Lee’s Palace, rocking out the Horseshoe a couple times with TW Walsh, playing Buffalo with Starflyer 59, another Buffalo set done completely solo at the Mohawk, a solo show at the Music Gallery, a solo show in Seattle at the Crocodile Cafe with Damien Jurado and Ben Gibbard, and his return to Lee’s Palace with a full band in tour for “Curse Your Branches.” Whatever he does, I’ll still continue to come out to the shows, because they are always powerful experiences.)

(As one final post-script, I have to point out something funny Matt McKechnie wrote about me on his blog, taken from the last Bazan show at Lee’s, “I saw my friend Tyrone (of Silver Speakers) standing stage left with the look of an awed child meeting Santa Claus.”)

The worst feature of the t.o.night newspaper

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Being a print-based outlet is a tough slog these days, and I don’t want to heap undue criticism on any publication in particular (considering I also work for an online media outlet).

But…

The free afternoon glossy “t.o.night” has a simply terrible feature. The last few times I’ve picked it up from a faux newsie at Osgoode station to read on the subway ride home, I’ve noticed the most peculiar self-promotion sitting on the paper’s back page.

Instead of say, a scantily clad woman barely wearing American Apparel, “t.o.night” likes to show off an “imitation is the sincerest form of flattery” type ad, where they show how a daily paper publishes a similar story that “t.o.night” ran the afternoon before.

Now, I won’t pretend to know any more about the print process than I do (like I said, online is my world), but first of all, I doubt that Metro is looking at t.o.night for story ideas, especially since I expect they’re likely halfway finished laying out the paper before the glossy even hits the streets. The other beef I have is that some of these simliar stories are all basically based on the same wire put out by news wire services like Reuters or Canadian Press. (And the free dailies are heavily bolstered by wires… that’s what keeps costs down, and why they are free).

It works like this: in the morning, the wires (think of them like a borg-like news entity) push out the latest news stories. Actually, they push them around the clock, with constant updates all the time.  So at say, 6:30am or 9:30am or 11:30am, whenever the latest story moves, any organization who subscribes to their feed will see the updates.

So your favourite online news outlet (like CTV.ca News), which updates the news all the time, will have the latest, updated news stories. So if a story moves at 11am, you’ll see it at 11am.

Then, six hours later, that same news will show up in “t.o.night.”

Then, the next morning, that same news will show up in “Metro” or “24 Hours.”

Sure, “t.o.night” will have the story on dead trees well before someone else will have it on dead trees, but that doesn’t make their reporting or presentation any better (if there’s any original reporting going on at all). If I were them, I’d look for more interesting features and commentary and build the paper with more of a voice… since Blog.TO is already giving them content, and Torontoist has had ties to other outlets, maybe Toronto Mike or the Martini Boys are willing to sell them some content.

Despite my problem with their practice, I’ll still probably read an issue of “t.o.night” when it’s handed to me. But once the TTC finally puts some cell phone service underground, I think I’ll stick with browsing the latest news on my iPhone instead.

Put Yr Heart Into It 038

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So, because of the many, many weddings happening in October this year, I decided to unearth a CDR from 2005 for the podcast this week. This was a wedding mix that I gave out when I got hitched, and it features music from the ceremony and reception. We really put a lot of thought into the music we wanted to use that day, especially the ceremony, because we wanted to make sure that we used music that we liked, and music that is important to us. I’m glad we did, because whenever I hear those particular songs today, I always think of those moments. Artists featured include The Beatles, Jimi Hendrix, Bright Eyes, Neutral Milk Hotel, the Decemberists, 100 Portraits and Waterdeep, My Morning Jacket, Modest Mouse, Postal Service, Death Cab for Cutie, The Cure, By Divine Right and Broken Social Scene (ouch, that is so 2005, isn’t it?).

Maybe I’m missing something here: Some thoughts on “community,” the city and the gospel

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This week our Grace Gathering (a Grace Toronto Church bible study) was talking about values, and what values we think our city has, and what kinds of values we should have as a group of Christians in the city. One of the values we talked about was “community,” which seems to get a lot of lip service, but I think I really understand it.

In the broadest sense, “community” is an organized group of people with a set of values or a group in a certain location (thanks wikipedia!), or more specifically, people who share “intent, belief, resources, preferences, needs, risks” and other factors.

From that article, I also found Scott Peck’s description of community building, from a “pseudo-community” to “true community,” which as an end result, sounds like an awesome place to be:

True community: the process of deep respect and true listening for the needs of the other people in this community. This stage Peck believes can only be described as “glory” and reflects a deep yearning in every human soul for compassionate understanding from one’s fellows.

Personally, I think I’ve been involved in various different types of communities over the span of my life. Some went deeper than others, but I think groups like Beavers/Scouts when I was in elementary school, Beyond Existence (youth group) in high school, and Campus Crusade for Christ when I was in university, all provided a true “community” type environment.

However, leaving Kingston and Belleville behind and moving to Toronto, I don’t know if I’ve ever felt a part of a community in the same way as those experiences. Like many people in Toronto, I wasn’t born here, I didn’t have family here, and I really had to find my own way to figure out where I belong (still haven’t achieved that though).

And in Toronto especially, I’ve noticed that jobs/careers don’t seem to foster community either; most people will hardly ever spend recreational time with co-workers outside of the job site, and instead lead fairly fragmented lives.

I’m guilty of this: I have my “working” life, my married life, my church life, my family life, my sports life, and my arts life, which overall, doesn’t seem to crossover so much. I see coworkers during the day, my wife in the evenings, my church friends on Tuesdays and Sundays, the TFC on Saturdays, my family every other month, but I never really do any one of those frequently enough to develop or foster true community.

Perhaps part of my problem is physical location: I live on Danforth East, go to work on Queen West, go to church on Queen East, check out football in Parkdale and do shows in Kensington… it’s all downtown, but it’s also very, very spread out. But as more and more friends move out to Danforth East, and more interesting bars/coffee shops/restaurants open up in the hood, and maybe someday even a Grace Toronto church plant move out there, maybe I’ll feel like it’s a true community?

Maybe that’s why a group like The Society in Toronto, a community which people pay to join, and in exchange are cultured and entertained, can exist and be successful (though at times, it seems like this is a short cut to authentic community).

Though I love the internet and the mass dissemination of information it has created, I also feel like it has eroded the idea of community as much as it has fostered it. The internet allows me to find other people who love Pedro the Lion just as much as I do, but it also gives me a sense of false community through Myspace, Facebook and Twitter, where my “real” friends dwell, but is also bolstered by a large group of “fake” friends too.

There are exceptions though: there does seem to be a rabid shoring up of communities in the downtown music scenes, with groups like Wavelength, Pitter Patter and Two Way Monologues, bringing musicians and music fans together, as well as big events like Caribana and Pride, and even the countless marathons that jam up traffic all summer. But I wonder, that though there are communities developed there, they all seem to be “event” based more than anything else. Looking back to the “True Community” definition, I don’t think these groups apply.

When I explore my own mental health, and read about the experiences other people have had with anxiety and depression, I’m often overcome with emotion because it’s like I’m finally knowing that someone else has experienced what I have experienced, and in that knowing, there is some form of refuge: somewhere I can belong.

However, that refuge is not nearly as deep as the one I find in the gospel, where I can find the ultimate sense of belonging; one that will carry with me through every stage of life. To end this thought, I’ll leave you with a quote from Psalm 36, verses 7 to 9.

How precious is your steadfast love, O God!
The children of mankind take refuge in the shadow of your wings.
They feast on the abundance of your house,
and you give them drink from the river of your delights.
For with you is the fountain of life; in your light do we see light.

Don’t let it bring you down: Nuit Blanche 2009

So I managed to make most of my must-catch exhibits, and waiting till after 1 to go out helped, but I really should have just waited till after last call. This was the first time I did “Zone A” and while it would be easy to complain about all the idiots/jerks/whathaveyou out for the night, basically getting blasted, yelling at the top of their lungs and making fun of projects, I decided to stay positive and enjoyed myself, without getting too mushed in human traffic along the way. Here’s a few of my photos of the exhibits I saw.

Wasted Breath: Awesome. I don’t think those who were wandering by noticed they were moving.

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No: Yes.

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Bay street midway: Popular, probably because it was a ride. The Seven Eleven nearby also had quite the draw.

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Monopoly with real money: Nice, concept, but hard to watch for more than 5 minutes.

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Lights at city hall: Probably the biggest and best of the night.

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Big inflated silver bunny: Hopefully less of this next year.

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Steel cage match at the bus terminal: Nice setup, lame wrestling.

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Random band in the atrium: Noise, but a welcome break.

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Massey Hall: Wonderful, but it must be so tiring for the performers.

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The moon: Perfection.

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Mercy and sausage: Wonderful way to end the evening out in Liberty village.

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After getting home around 7 and sleeping to noon, I’m feeling pretty off, but overall it was a great night, and I’m looking forward to next year! If you want to weigh in with what you saw, leave a comment!

Put Yr Heart Into It 036

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When it rains it pours: despite not many concerts this summer to get excited about, I’ve found myself in the middle of a pretty dense run of amazing shows this month. So far I’ve seen Stryper @ the Reverb Sunday night, Thursday night I caught Sufjan Stevens at Lee’s Palace here in Toronto, Sunday night I’ll check out Andrew WK doing his experimental solo piano thing at the music gallery, then Wednesday night Daredevil Christopher Wright is back in town at Free Times Cafe. And there’s still Dave Bazan and more to come! (Even Transiberian Orchestra!)

This week’s podcast includes: Ryan Dahle, Dan Mangan, Sea Wolf, Yukon Blonde, Ox, Taken by Trees, Shannon Stephens, Racoon Bandit and Schomberg Fair.