Positive music progress update: Matt Maher and the various kinds of cool and un-cool Christian music
We're already in February, a good month and a bit into the new year, and I'm starting to feel like I'm making a little progress with this "positive music" trial. It's been very difficult, but I feel like I'm learning a lot of new things about the power and influence of music on my life, and the role it can play in my mood and attitude.
The biggest challenge I've been taking on is attempting to give "CCM" (aka Contemporary Christian Music) a fair shake, and an opportunity to take a role in my life. Like any other guy who was raised listening to a lot of rock and experimental music, I find some of it tepid from a "listening experience" point of view, and at times embarrassed by the lame prose and poetry some of these songs employ.
"Christian music" is a very complicated idea or concept. That is, it's a broad term that can apply to a number of very different forms where the common denominator is Christ himself. For example, there's "Ministry Music," which are the kinds of songs sung in churches by worship leaders and congregations, and there's the "Christian Pop," which is like Ministry Music, but is less about being congregational and more slick like pop music. There's "Don't Call Us" Christian rock (Christians in a band, but not a "Christian Band", which is music made by Christian musicians, sometimes on Christian labels, and sounds like mainstream rock music, usually with ambiguous lyrics that could be interpreted to have Christian content (think Switchfoot or Lifehouse). And finally "Cool Christian" music, which almost doesn't exist at all, but artistically speaking, is a high-point in art, which earns high praise from critics and popularity from all corners, with a healthy mix of Christian content and skepticism. Many Don't-Call-Us musicians aspire to have "Cool Christian" success, but it's only the most freakishly talented that earn this acclaim: i.e. Sufjan Stevens, David Bazan, and in my opinion, The Daredevil Christopher Wright.
To explain how these all kind of fit together, consider the term "cool." Essentially, cool is that unattainable quality of being compelling and stimulating, without the appearance of effort or engagement or earnestness. Miles Davis was cool. Joy Division was cool. The Ramones were cool. Red Kross was cool. Basically being cool means not caring about being cool. Cool is disengagement, or at least, the appearance of being disengaged. (Wikipedia: Cool)
Christian music isn't cool.
And that's okay.
Every so often a "Cool Christian" artist comes along, and in itself, that is an amazing and miraculous thing. I'm willing to accept that this pokes a pretty big hole in my Christian music theory. Regardless, Christianity in itself is not a "cool" medium: it is usually earnest, passionate and emotional, and is overall not condusive to "cool." The Gospel is a simple message of truth: however, simplicity and truth are not "cool" values.
That's not to say Christians don't try to make it cool: Take a look at the Mars Hill/Rob Bell type movements happening across the globe, with their sometimes-emergent approach to church and worship. Interesting to note: these types of Churches are usually only popular in stereotypically unsophisticated suburban centres and not in cool urban areas where artists usually locate themselves. Is "cool" church uncool? (Yes)
So if we accept that Christianity by itself is not cool, and by extension the Church isn't cool, then "Ministry Music," the Christian music that dwells in Christian sanctuaries, can't be cool. It has to be. If only on a utilitarian level, it has to be music that can be sung communally by singers of all talents, and has to have a broad accessibility. At times, passionate, while also provoking a passionate response. Simple music and melody played by a mixture of musicians from a variety of backgrounds, with mostly amateur, weekend-warrior levels of skill.
Ministry Music can be amazing and powerful, and it will never be cool, no matter how much some people want that to change, no matter how many U2 or Coldplay-esque effects or riffs are thrown in. (And yes, I believe U2 and Coldplay are not cool). Ministry Music is a difficult aspect of Church life, and at times is given a too-high value in Church communities (even if we call it praise and worship).
The thing is, I don't necessarily want to listen to Ministry Music all the time: While I do love to worship God, I also want to be stimulated and well, swayed by the cool. In the past, I've lumped all Christian music into the same un-cool category, and focused all of my listening (and creative) efforts on "cool" music. I've never thought I had a problem with being exposed to non-Christian content, but as I examine and challenge my own identity, one change I have to make to myself is allow my identity to appreciate and understand Christian music.
In short, I need to find a way to let Christ and Christian content dominate my life, because frankly, the world robs me of my enthusiasm and love, and I need to be continually reminded of God and his presence and direction in my life. So I've been trying to find a way to let Christ dominate my music-life, with a healthy dose of other "positive" music rounding it out.
So here's how it lays out for me: I'll still listen to the "Cool Christians," and if at all possible, I won't waste my time with the "Don't-Call-Us-Christian-Band" imitation rock like Mutemath (I apologize to my readers who love Mutemath, but if you know me, you know that you shouldn't take it personally... If you like it, that's all that matters). "Ministry Music" is amazing in Church, but it's hard to listen to on it's own merit... however, that is the music I need more of in my life, so I need to find "Christian Pop" that is not too slick and overproduced for the masses, yet positive enough for encouragement and gritty and interesting enough to have my tastes placated.
It's a tall order, but so far I've found a few releases which I think stand up to my pretty demanding criteria. You might have already read about Scandinavian Metal Praise, which is my first real find in terms of great Christian music, but I really should tell you about the music that has given me the most encouragement and inspiration in the past month: Matt Maher and his record, "Alive Again."
I first discovered Maher when I was looking for new and interesting worship songs, when he appeared on a YouTube Christian Cafe type show, where he taught a song called "Lay it Down," from his album "Empty and Beautiful." I didn't particularly love that record because it was a little too overproduced and it didn't speak to me lyrically, but that song stands out as a high point, and we've enjoyed singing it together at Grace Toronto Church.
But thanks to my S.O., who heard a song from Maher's new record, managed to figure out iTunes for the first time, bought the album, and put it on her own iPhone. I never gave it a close listen, and it was only until after I started my "positive music" project that I gave it a second look.
If there was ever an opportunity to point to God's providence in my life, it is evidence in the album "Alive Again" crossing my path at the most absolutely perfect time. I don't know if Maher has ever experienced anxiety and depression like I have, but the lyrics all over "Alive Again" address the kinds of feelings and doubts I have been feeling, while also reminded me of the purpose and perspective and God's own promises.
Here's a look at the lyrics from the album's title track:
I woke up in darkness
surrounded by silence
oh where, where have I gone?
I woke to reality
losing its grip on me
oh where, where have I gone?Cause I can see the light
before I see the sunriseYou called and you shouted
broke through my deafness
now I’m breathing in
and breathing out
I’m alive again!You shattered my darkness
washed away my blindness
now I’m breathing in
and breathing out
I’m alive again!Late have I loved you,
you waited for me,
I searched for you…
what took me so long?I was looking outside
as if love would ever want to hide
I’m finding I was wrongCause I can feel the wind
before it hits my skinCause I want you!
Yes, I want you,
I need you
And I’ll do what ever I have to
Just to get through
cause I love you
Yeah, I love you!
Or there's another verse on "Sing over your Children," which again speaks directly to my own predicament:
I flirt with the world,
It steals my love for you.
My fear grips my faith,
And I am left unmoved.
I could go on and on and on like this with every song. It speaks to me so profoundly, that I can't seem to go a day without listening to it: I often start it up while waiting for my bus in the morning, just to help me get my head on straight for the day, and place a right attitude in my heart. At the same time, I have to comment that I also LOVE the guitar sounds on this record, which is very uncommon on "Christian Music" records, which is just another bonus to this album, and allows me to love it all the more.
The fact that God has provided this music to me, through the talent of Matt Maher, I am so thankful for this piece of encouragement, and it is helping to enlighten me as I fight against my own personal "stubborn darkness." I hope to someday be a musician as full of life and the spirit as Maher, no matter how "un-cool" that makes me.
So please, if you are in my position, or don't listen to much Christian music (and wish you did), try starting here! I hope you get as much out of it as I did.
Because handling a snake is taking the easy way out
There's a rather obscure American church you may have heard about, where members pick up and handle deadly snakes as part of their routine services. You know, you've got your Fender guitar amps, your pulpit and PA, and then, a whole pile of poisonous snakes.
Generally associated with the primarily rural (and Southern) Church of God, this church embraces a rather literal take on a couple of the final verses in Mark 16.
17-18"These are some of the signs that will accompany believers: They will throw out demons in my name, they will speak in new tongues, they will take snakes in their hands, they will drink poison and not be hurt, they will lay hands on the sick and make them well."
Now, to get technical for a moment, verses 9-20 of Mark 16 (the last chapter of that particular book) are generally excluded from "The Bible" because those verses did not appear in some of the more important early manuscripts, and because of their "different style and vocabulary," also raises doubts.
This pentecostal sect takes this verse literally, and so believes that if they've been anointed by God, then they will not be killed when bitten by the snakes, and they claim to celebrate this miracle during their services. Besides the obvious, it's clear why snake-handling is not a mainstream practice: it' s a generally held interpretation that in this reference, Jesus was speaking specifically to his remaining 11 disciples, not necessarily everyone who believes in him.
I will admit that there is a part of me that had the courage these snake handlers do, believing that God would protect me from a very real, very specific and very immediate harm.
But the more I think about it, the more it seems to me that these snake handlers are taking the easy way out. Sure, it's dangerous picking up a snake, and it is a demonstration of their faith (albeit misguided), but what do they do the rest of the time? Personally, I think there's more courage involved in a daily, humble faith that grows deep with routine reflection and fruitful acts of obedience. Faith is not about engaging in a public spectacle like the snake handlers: faith is deeply private and personal, and God alone knows us in our stillness.
So back away from the snakes.
Nothing: The collapse of faith and David Bazan’s “Curse Your Branches”
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.")
Rob Bell’s first visit to Toronto

Rob Bell came to Toronto, but Toronto did not come to see Rob Bell.
The author, Mars Hill pastor and sometimes-controversial "Emergent" theologian, began his presentation called "Drops like Stars" on thoughts about suffering and creativity with the usual "where's everybody from" kind of preamble people on tour often give.
Except the night got off to a weird start when he asked if people at the Queen Elizabeth Theatre were from Toronto, and he got a rousing "NO." Muffled shouts from the audience later indicated that many were from London, Waterloo, Barrie, Burlington, and assorted other suburban communities well outside the 416 area code and beyond.
(Earlier in the night, I was riding the streetcar down to Exhibition Place, and I was the only person on board... this explains why. I guess it also explains why most people on time for the 8pm start and why there weren't stragglers arriving all night long. I have a few thoughts on why that might be, like how the "Mars Hill" style -- born in a suburb of Michigan -- appeals primarily to suburbanites and not the sophisticated downtown intellectuals, or maybe the downtown core is simply and profoundly "un-churched," but I will leave those ideas for a future post.)
Rob Bell is a very gifted, talented speaker, and despite his presentation being nearly two hours long, he easily holds the audience's attention the entire time. I won't go into the content too much here. The QET wasn't sold out, but it was nearly full and I imagine next time he comes to town, he'll likely sell out a much larger venue. Bell was accompanied by a handful of hilarious slides and video on a giant screen, and even had his own U2-esque theme music that bookended the night: During his final story, I kind of thought it was an annoying ringtone going off at first. With no "worship" time or prayer time, I don't think it was intended to come off as a "church" type night.
The other strange thing I noticed, was during an audience participation moment, he looked at somebody and asked, "Are you taking notes? Cool, let me see!" Strange because, why wouldn't he think people would take notes, right?
...Did I mention that "Drops Like Stars" is also the name of Rob Bell's new book, and that this is the tour supporting that?
Before the presentation began I figured I would beat the line afterwards and pick up the amazingly designed hardcover version of the book. After I bought a copy, one of the staff told me not to look at the end, because it would spoil tonight's presentation.
Weird, I thought.
After looking at the book on the TTC ride home, I can see why: The presentation isn't exactly an elaboration on the themes of the book; it's basically Rob Bell reciting the whole thing, nearly line-by-line, image-by-image. No wonder he was surprised someone was taking notes... if you bought the book or were planning to, you were wasting your time.
(I'll need a lot more time to expand upon a lot of the thoughts within the book itself, which is beautiful and engaging, but I'll meditate on it a while first.)
I was also surprised about how much the night seemed to be like a "motivational speaker" type event, and not quite a "Christianity" type event... there was discussion about Jesus and the cross, but not as much as there was about art theory, and quotes from famous authors of different stripes.
One of the criticisms that people have with Rob Bell and the emergent movement in general, is that sometimes it lacks a strong foundation in the Bible itself. "Drops like Stars" on the surface seems like it suffers the same fate... beyond a retelling of the prodigal son story at the beginning, and a smattering of other quotes, it seems like Rob Bell is building his thesis from more non-Biblical sources.
(Another quick diversion: Why is this a bad thing? Because most Christians believe that the Bible is directly inspired by God, that he is directly revealed through it, and regular study of it will give you bring you closer to him. Basing Christian ideas and theories on things outside of God's word is like building a house on a sandy beach, and it can trick believers into believing un-Biblical things. If you want to read more about some criticisms of the emergent movement, take a look at "Why We're Not Emergent By Two Guys Who Should Be," because they explain this kind of caution better than I can.)
The thing is, as a long-time Christian myself, I can tell that Rob Bell's message is a Christian one, and I'm confident that you can find explicit Biblical references to most, if not all, of the points he makes... it's just strange that he doesn't. For the "post-Christian," or the Christian sick of the modern-day church, I think this approach would appear refreshing -- and it is. But I wonder about people who don't know about Jesus... are they going to "get it" in the same way? Will they "get it" more? I don't think it will be as clear to those people who don't already have a fairly broad knowledge base.
Overall, it was a very enjoyable night, highlighted especially by the moments of audience participation. I was inspired, and it made me want to start creating new media type presentations for my own church. So if you are planning on seeing Rob Bell on the tour, by all means go... but if you haven't bought a ticket yet, save your money and buy the book.
Oh, and for those who were there or read the book, I'm Will Ferrell too.
(Photo of Rob Bell and "The Squirrel" by Gbrenna)


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Should I keep writing about material things?
Would you like to see something written up about this lamp?
Just a quick bloggy existential crisis: I've been thinking long and hard about the kinds of things I think long and hard about, and what I write about, and if that's worth writing about.
The quick and easy answer is no, of course not.
The truth is, it's really easy to write about things I've bought or received or found. I can look at it, describe it, vaguely share what it is I like about it, provide some background on it and where it came from, and where I put it in my home. Because hey, sometimes I'm proud of my stuff: I think it's pretty cool, and I think I've worked hard to earn it, and I want to show it off. Sure, my vintage Lotte lamp is but a fraction of the value or a house or loft or car, but it's valuable to me!
But I'll also admit that writing about -- or investing any sort of value -- in material things that are trivial and frivolous is a shallow en devour. Sometimes it makes me feel like writing about goods and trinkets feels like the written equivalent of tumblr post featuring the account of an ingénue's daily thrift-store/American Apparel "outfit" and sure-I-did-it-myself haircut.
So where is the line drawn? Why stop at "objects," when maybe I should also stop writing about "places," "stores," "food," "concerts," "books" and "movies," right? At a certain point, that even gets a little shallow, right? Even writing about my own writing, musical or otherwise is even sort of selfish, right? To go even further, who cares about what I have to thing about Government/Religion/Art in general?
The downward spiral can go even further: Why write that novel? Why take that photo? Why hack that Ikea? Well, I could go on, but you get the point
Here's what I think: As long as I never lose sight of the big things are actually important (God, family, community, love, culture), there's not a good reason why I can't adorn my life or my writing with diversions that add a little embellishment. After all, these kinds of things are the spice and flavour of life -- to a point.
For now, I'll stop this train of though here, and leave you with a quote by my favourite philosopher, Soren Kirkegaard, from "Fear and Trembling."
Thanks for bearing with me on this... we'll now return to your regularly random updates about whatever.