Musical Monday vol. 8

I apologize about the lack of a sports post on Friday. But I can explain!

Football is actually easier to write about than baseball, I'm realizing, in part for the many reasons I disliked it so much for so long. It's heavily commercialized. Every game has a whole week to get hyped up into a Clash Between the Gods and the Titans All Over Again, and This Time It's Personal. All the strategy and tactics of the game are sliced up into little sound bytes, then the sound bytes are sorted out by TV pundits. Who, like prospectors panning for gold, will take one or two shiny nuggets of awkwardness or poorly-phrased cliche, and on the basis of such, attempt to stake out a claim on a probably-nonexistent story.

Baseball, by contrast, is a much slower and more elegant game. It has just as much commercial penetration and is just as swarmed by pundits aiming for a scoop, true. But there are literally more than ten times as many baseball games than football games in each sport's regular season--162 to 16. And once the season starts, games occur on almost a daily basis, so there's less time to build up a crazy story around any particular game. Baseball is more about numbers, the history of various players as they travel to one franchise to another, statistical averages over time. In other words, things that take a significant knowledge base to write about intelligently. Which an extremely casual, possibly ADD-having quasi-fan such as myself has trouble carrying around in her brain!

(Of course, I still know how to make a monkey wrench or which combat items to use when I'm fighting Spam Witches in the Valley of Rof L'm Fao in KoL. But those are things I do almost every day! And it tells me funny jokes all the time!)

Going to open mic night with my little sister was way more in my comfort zone, and about as far removed from the glitzy world of professional athletics as one can get. This is a little cafe, not too far a drive from Elgin, where young people get up on stage in front of one another and attempt to amuse with comedy or entertain with music.

For many it was only an attempt. There was some silly show on mute in the background, and more than one person ended up just providing an awkward soundtrack while we all learned, for example, that if you're up in front of a firing squad and they all intentionally miss because they think the charges against you are stupid, you can still die of a heart attack because you believe you've been shot. I'll keep it in mind if it ever comes up! And wait to be killed by actual bullets. Cheery thought.

We ended up getting to sing almost dead last, because everyone seemed to have a reason they needed to get home early. Understandable, and an unfortunate side effect of scheduling open mic on Sunday nights. Why they don't do it on Friday nights, when most people are likeliest to be free the next day, I do not know. But it's been going on long enough that I suppose it's a tradition now, in other words a habit agreed upon by many people. And if one person's habit is hard to break, trying to get thirty to fifty people to all break a habit at once has got to be bad for business.

Still, it made me a bit wistful to see one group after another get up and leave. The more Americal Idol I watch, the less appeal the world of massively commercialized music has for me. But it still hasn't killed my craving for audiences. I want to get to has. I want to earn by being not lame. I want to singy my shiny sounds for more than fifteen people someday! Very much yes!

*does dance of impatience*
(which bears an embarrassing resemblance to dance of needing bathroom)
(which comparison would probably have the late Dr. Freud penciling me in twice weekly)

Anyway, along with a couple old favorites like [but the ghost] and [static], I got to play one of my new songs. Very, very new. Like *checks practice grid* written on Friday. It's been my tradition on Musical Monday to include the lyrics of a new song if I've got one, and this is one. But I am still nervous about this one because of the nature of it. Y'all know I recently said some stupid things and had a fight with my big sister Amber. That being the biggest thing on my emotional horizon, it is what I wrote about. Moral of the story of the song is: my misperception and impulsiveness caused you pain. Recognizing this fact is also painful. I employ some hyperbole, but I hope not too much.


I hit a sour note
stepped on a sidewalk crack
bus barreled down the road
driver did not look back
reached underneath my coat
for what controls the sound

my fingers turned the volume down

my voice it would have shook
I pressed the keys instead
what I wrote must have looked
different than what you read
I guess I lost my chance
to tell you what I mean

when tears wiped my words off your screen

I know I earned this blame
my sin has found me out
I went and called you names
after you'd come to doubt
I'd want you in my life
because we disagree

about a man from Galilee

I have a bottle here
that says it's not impressed
neither are you, my dear
I beg you, be my guest
come take a look around
before we blow this joint

you'll see somehow I missed the point

cause I jumped up
and bit you
all you fed me is what you consume
I did not mean
to hit you
saw you standing in another room
if I'd just thought
to listen
if I can't see you that doesn't mean you're

missing, missing, missing


Amber E said...

Awww, sweetie. I'm not missing and I loves ya. I had forgotten that I was mad at you. Not forgotten the event but the emotion of anger just slipped away forgotten. Dear wordsmith sister you are very creative.

You know I'm still dithering about what I've been dithering about for a couple of years. I really feel drawn to the Catholic church like that's where I belong. The problem is, to quote a song, that they do not always have the 'joy, joy, joy, joy down in their hearts' and they should because of the Good News. (I hope you have not been away from church and God etc. to forget what the Good News is).

Anyhow, if you are not too bored by the room I'm in here is what is going on. Protestants have (excuse my bad Latin spelling here) Sola Scriptura basically the Bible is the only Authority and the Holy Spirit helps us to interpret this. Fair enough. The problem is when everyone interprets scripture whether on there on from scratch or picking their own theological background things can get muddied and we get theological issues. However on the plus side Protestants, particularly places like Mom's church and Kris and Julie's church and Moody and Willowcreek are really amazingly awesome about the basics. Christ died to redeem us from our sins etc. You remember you can't go to a concert at Moody without having the Sinners prayer simply and kindly explained. They are not going to let someone walk out the doors without hearing the Gospel.

Okay, you remember songs like On Christ the solid rock I stand all other ground is sinking sand. Or symbosim such as Christ being the Cornerstone to the foundation. Well, churches like this have the basics right, so right and good. So what's my problem.

Well look, I actually buy the part of the New Testament where Jesus made Peter the 1st Pope. I'm still learning a bit about the Magisterium of the Church with the whole Catholic Church thing. Of course they believe the Bible. They also interpret the Bible with the help of the Holy Spirit but they have the traditions and teachings of Church going all the way back to Christ and Peter. Yes, I know Paul and Peter's co-disciples were cool people too we are not knocking that. Okay, So we have The Catholic Church which has spent the last couple thousand years with really good people, like saints, and really bright really good theologians spending lifetimes studying scripture and praying. Do you realize how may heresies you are renouncing in those prayers by the Nicean Creed etc. The Catholic Church has put an amazing amount of thought and prayer into the teaching and doctrines and I think they are right. The problem is that it is a big clunky institution. Do we care if they have resolved complicated theological issues if they miss the basics. Remember hearing Ronda's testimony. She missed love, support and help in the theologically doctrinally correct Church that she got from the scruffy upstart Protestants who go around interpreting things themselves....

So you see where I have a dilemma. I can't just keep sleeping in on Sundays and avoiding the questions. I am considering attending both. I mean it's not like the Montagues and the Capulets. Protestants and Catholics talk to each other and even generally admit that the other can be saved and go to Heaven....

So anyway, good song, I don't want us to have misunderstandings like that...

Amber E said...

Okay, but the man from Galilee bit. He was fully God and fully Man. Technically he ministered in Galilee and even though he was born in Bethlehem was usually called Jesus of Nazareth. He is the incarnate Word of God. So I would not agree that we disagree about a Man from Galilee because that would be agreeing with you. How is that for confusing.

I would love to agree with you in Christ and want you to live forever. Aren't I such a jerk, wanting you to live for ever and stuff. Still you are a skilled song writing person.

Love ya,

Fiat Lex said...

Oo, many words! :D *dances*

Second comment first (because I have been lax about checking up on this and you beat me to the punch!):

You're right about the fully man/ fully God thing. My reference was inexact! However skilled I am with words it is tough to fit "man who is also the fleshly incarnation of an infinite deity" into one line. I suppose I could have picked a different rhyme...
Hey, you have something that you've found to be really, really good, and the thought of me not having it is very saddening. That doesn't make you a jerk.

First comment:

Yah, Protestants and Catholics both have their own versions of the eisegesis problem. (Fun vocab word I learned just earlier today! It's when people interpret Scripture in a narrow way that supports their personal biases.)

With Protestants, each little group reaches their own consensus. But there's always wiggle room because believers will give each other the benefit of the doubt for being able to pray about it and reach their own understanding of God's intended message on a particular topic. Unfortunately, in practice it seems too me the amount of wiggle room people give each other tends to be based on social power, but the principle is there!

With Catholicism the institution of the priesthood has taken on the authority to definitively interpret scripture. Which means if an individual believer has trouble with the immaculateness of Mary or the precise mechanics of Purgatory, they've just got to swallow their objections. Catholicism requires people to have faith in a human institution, rather than just faith in and acceptance of Jesus. Which latter, according to the Bible, is the only hard and fast requirement for salvation!

But on the other hand, as you pointed out, the Catholics do have a lot of things right. They have put a heck of a lot of work into defining what's what, and they do have some textev in the Bible to back them up. True, their rituals are not terribly helpful for seekers who haven't had a solid grounding in the basics, as Rhonda unfortunately experienced. But they can be incredibly effective for people who do understand the interior transformation they're supposed to facilitate, and who put sincere faith and love into carrying them out.

Actually, I remember one of Dad's pet peeves with the Catholics involved a change they made to the Mass, I think within the last hundred years. Originally, the priest conducted Mass with his back to the congregation, facing the cross. Which symbolized that he was leading this group of his fellow sinners towards the presence of God. But they changed it, so the priest faced towards the congregation, with his back to the cross. Which symbolizes that the priest is somehow closer to God than everybody else, and stands between them and the direct experience of God's presence. I could totally see why he'd have a problem with that!

Ultimately, babe, I think (for whatever my opinion's worth on the subject!) that the most important thing in a church home isn't necessarily perfect congruity on the bookkeeping parts of it. The important thing is to find a group of people whose fellowship helps you feel safe and comfortable being vulnerable to God, while at the same time challenging you to grow both spiritually and as a human being. Because wherever you go, there's going to be good things and bad things, people you want to be BFFs with and people who make you want to beat them with blunt objects. The question is, what kind of a spiritual journey is a given church on? If they're traveling through territory that is on a different part of the map from the struggles you're dealing with, maybe they won't be much help to you. If they're sort of treading water, they probably won't be much help either.

I'm not saying you have to be a connoisseur! Not that long ago, even in the history of our own country, a person pretty much had to attend whichever church was in their geographic area. Even if it wasn't the best environment to nurture their faith. But you has options! Like with any endeavor, it's good to figure out where exactly you want to go before you set off in a given direction. Once you've got enough understanding to make an informed choice, though, I betcha you'll feel better once you've gotten moving. :)

Fiat Lex said...

Oh, I forgot to say this above. I have started reading The Case for Christ, and so far it's a really fun book! I guess being a reporter taught this guy some things about how to tell a gripping story, eh?