The Grateful Christian

Essays, opinions, and works-in-progress by a conservative Lutheran pastor.

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In order of importance, I am a: Husband, father, pastor, hobby programmer, writer. Thoughts are but coins. Let me not trust instead
Of Thee, their thin-worn image of Thy head.

--C.S.Lewis, The Apologist's Evening Prayer

Monday, February 21, 2005

Literate rockers?

Who are today's literate rockers?

I listen to a lot of 60s and 70s rock music. People call it "oldies," which I find funny, since it's not old to me. Anyway. I have been in particular a collector of bands that have something to say beyond, "Oooh baby, you're hot, I want to get you in bed."

They don't have to be saying something profound, they just have to be saying it well. For instance, Jethro Tull's "She Said She Was A Dancer" (CREST OF A KNAVE) is not really profound--it's about a rock star trying (and failing) to pick up a Muscovite woman--but there are some great lines in there:
She was the nearest thing to Rock and Roll
That side of the velvet curtain
That separates eastern steel from western gold.

Ian Anderson (front man for Jethro Tull) writes literate lyrics. So did (or do) Rush, Supertramp, Steely Dan, Joni Mitchell, Crosby-Nash-Stills, Neil Young, Peter Gabriel, Tom Waits.

I am particularly interested in songs that express philosophical ideas. Counting Crows' "Round Here" starts out with a particularly good example of what I mean:
Step out the front door like a ghost into the fog where no one
notices the contrast of white on white.
And in between the moon and you the angels get a better view
of the crumbling difference between wrong and right.

That's the kind of thing I'm after.

So, whaddya say? Who's writing stuff like that these days? Thanks for your help.

Sunday, February 20, 2005

Lurking no more!

Ok, this is weird for me. I can't get over the feeling that this is incredibly self-indulgent, for me to post these things, and take up bandwidth with my thoughts and ruminations. But I have some things to work out, so that creaking noise you hear is me going out on the limb...

I have to write. You don't have to read. But if you are here, then welcome!