Welcome! You have accidentally reached the blog of a heteroclite follower of Jesus: dave wainscott. I'm
"pushing toward the unobvious" as I post thinkings/linkings
re: Scripture, church and culture. Hot topics include: temple tantrums, time travel, sexuality/spirituality, U2kklesia, role of the pastor, God-haunted music/art..and subversive videos like these.
John Piper defines emerging church as an "upper-middle-class, white departure from orthodoxy," "rebellious against megachurch" movement that "prioritizes relationship over truth" and is a "fading reality...whose leadership is in shambles." He calls Brian McLaren's new book a "catastrophe" (and admits he has not read it) The Tall Skinny Kiwi weighs in at this link.
"Many people’s concept of God is not intellectually sound, or it’s too intimidating and complicated. I’m thinking of these people who take the crucifix off the wall of the bedroom when they have sex." -Bono
(Thanks to Beth for posting, and translating from the French (link)
"UIC student Jason Connell used the appearance of the hate group to raise money for queer rights groups such as Human Rights Campaign, International AIDS Foundation and Chicago based Jerusalem Open House. Donations were named in honor of the Westboro Baptist Church and community thank you cards will be sent from the non-profits to WBC leader Fred Phelps. Connell called it a 'Lemons to Lemonade' situation." -link, more info
"Brian [Eno] used this really cheap electric harmonics device..to trap a bass figure that Adam had played...It was sort of like what Phillip Glass does with his work. You start with a very simple sequence of notes which keeps repeating, then you work other melodies on top of it. It can be quite effective."
Soundtrack it with the great song itself (play both versions below..Sherry comments comments on the delightful connection to "Unknown Caller" and it's 3:33a.m./Jeremiah 33: 3) reference..
I am a sucker for ethereal instrumentals. Some have called this U2's "other" Celtic song..
and Sherry's comments call to mind a Celtic spirituality:
...Life is about ebbs and flows, much like "Bass Trap" as the musical layers build and fade. There's also a playfulness within the song that teases you into thinking the melody is going one way but it doesn't. I enjoy the ability to get caught up in it on so many different levels, and depending on the day, I can take something different out of the song. For a "throwaway b-side," the listener can absorb so much. Come to think of it, bass traps are indeed low frequency sound absorbers.
As with everything else in life, the song ends and the headphones have to come off as there are things to tend to.
. By this point, my son's realized that the couch isn't tall enough to handle his ability to leap tall things, my daughter's dropped her milk bottle, and what's spilled on the floor isn't worth crying over. The phone rings again and suddenly those hands are back on the clock face ticking away as the bang and the clatter of the day gets cranked up to 11. Life begins moving again at breakneck speed and I'm once again that overachieving mom who tries to do it all. Tomorrow, I get my "Bass Trap" break and I get to forget about it all over again -- even if it is only for 3:33.
Related: U2 recorded another instrumental ("Endless Deep") a few years earlier...production credited to "U2 and St.Francis Xavier." How mystical is that?
Related: on U2's connection to the queen of Celtic music:
I don't know which image is more subversive, or hard to believe:
Sweet little Leigh Nash (or her character in the song) of Sixpence,
or God himself,
having a cigarette.
But both songs smoke.
I still can't believe they play the second one on Christian radio!
We might have to do the first one for church..
1)"Paralyzed" by Sixpence
I look out to the fields Where blood is shed upon the ground I breathe in, breathe out Change the channel, mute the sound I take a match, a cigarette, and a walk to clear my head Stomach's reeling at the thought of all those (human beings dead)
I breathe in, breathe out I'm going to an interview About a song, three minutes long I just need something to do
Especially when my dearest friend Was sent to cover Kosovo His last assignment brought a bullet And now he's gone, he's gone
Feels like I'm fiddling while Rome is burning down Should I put my fiddle down, take a rifle from the ground I need the Ghost to breathe a Northern Gale tonight 'cause I'm paralyzed, I'm paralyzed
I packed his books up, left the office Went to tell the wife the news She fell in shock, the baby kicked, And shed a tear inside the womb I breathed in, I breathed out, Soaked the gound up with my eyes It's hard to say a healing word When your tongue is paralyzed
Feels like I'm fiddling while Rome is burning down Should I put my fiddle down, take a rifle from the ground God give me strength to pray that You will set things right 'cause I'm paralyzed, I'm paralyzed
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2) "You Found Me" by the Fray:
[Verse 1] I found God On the corner of First and Amistad Where the west Was all but won All alone Smoking his last cigarette I said, "Where you been?" He said, "Ask anything".
[Verse 2] Where were you When everything was falling apart? All my days Were spent by the telephone That never rang
And all I needed was a call That never came To the corner of First and Amistad
[Chorus 1] Lost and insecure You found me, you found me Lyin' on the floor Surrounded, surrounded Why'd you have to wait? Where were you? Where were you? Just a little late You found me, you found me
[Verse 3] In the end Everyone ends up alone Losing her The only one who's ever known Who I am Who I'm not, who I wanna be No way to know How long she will be next to me
[Chorus 2] Lost and insecure You found me, you found me Lyin' on the floor Surrounded, surrounded Why'd you have to wait? Where were you? Where were you? Just a little late You found me, you found me
[Bridge] Early morning The city breaks I've been callin' For years and years and years and years And you never left me no messages Ya never send me no letters You got some kinda nerve Taking all I want
[Chorus 3 and outro] Lost and insecure You found me, you found me Lyin' on the floor Where were you? Where were you? Lost and insecure You found me, you found me Lyin' on the floor Surrounded, surrounded Why'd you have to wait? Where were you? Where were you? Just a little late You found me, you found me Why'd you have to wait? To find me, to find me
