Wood Shortage

Here is an alarming article about the serious problems in obtaining quality wood materials for making musical instruments. Real ebony and good koa wood is virtually unobtainable at any price and even Sitka spruce, which seemed to be endlessly abundant 20 years ago, is becoming harder to get and increasingly expensive.

This is a real problem, people. Not like that global warming yadayada.

Baby Pictures...

Hey! Drop everything and go look at these baby pictures. Who doesn't like baby pictures?!?!

Overheard...

Last Friday morning, I was riding the shuttle at the D/FW International airport, on my way to pick up a rental car. I sat opposite a guy in his mid-30's, who had that look, both relieved and anxious, of a businessman coming home. Some six feet away, on the opposite side of the luggage rack, were two gruff men, in faded jeans and casual shirts, grayed and in their 50's, talking about an imminent sales presentation of some vague, barely imaginable sort that was to take place in Waco later that day.

Their banter was ear-catching in that it was liberally seasoned with a bracing flow of profane exclamatory utterances and adjectives. Conversational, and yet startling in its extremity, given the setting and the fact that it would it would not be noon for several hours, anywhere in the hemisphere.

Anyway, one of these grizzled carpetbaggers then said this to the other, "What we really need is a coupla shots of JD this morning, ya know? You gotta feed the hair of that dog, I'm telling ya."

And that utterly inane and bizarre turn of phrase has left me bewildered and amused ever since. My gaze met that of the guy sitting across the aisle from me and we traded subtle, wry grins at what we had just heard. I suspect that it will be a long time before I hear another colloquial expression so violently abused as that. At least I think I hope so.

pensieri nel passare...

...which means "thoughts in passing", in Italian. I don't really speak much Italian, mostly just musical terms. But I hope to go there soon, probably Rome. We want to celebrate our 25th anniversary (next year) in Italy. Because we think that would be really cool. What follow is a stream-of-consciousness spiel:

This seminar thing that I'm attending, which I mentioned previously, is alternatively interesting and then sometimes not-so-much. Which reflects not in the slightest on the presenters and their program so much as it reflects on my perceptions of how applicable it is to my vocation. The quality and content of the teaching is quite commendable. At the end of it, Lord willing, be a Certified Church Consultant. We had reasonably engaging sessions today on demographics and marketing. And one guy, Bob Adams, conducted a very interesting overview of contemporary myths and trends relating to megachurches, emerging and missional type churches, multiple site and multiple venue churches... Okay, I know that may all sound very boring, but it wasn't. Bob is a really smart guy who has compiled a lot of bonafide research about such things and he presents it very well. I was pleasantly surprised that some of my personal notions about these things were actually at odds with the facts. Who knew!?!? Learning is good even though my brain is now tired.

I have eaten twice now at my favorite Mexican restaurant en todo el mundo. Danal's Mexican Restaurant is on O'Connor Road, a couple of miles south of Hwy 183, down the street from Irving High School (from whence Nancy graduated) in Irving. I took a picture but can't get it online at the moment. When you are in the D/FW area, you must eat there. We always do. Once, after driving all night straight through from Indiana on the way to my in-laws house in Hillsboro, we stopped at Danal's in the early morning and waited in the parking lot until they opened. I hope to go at least one more time before I leave on Saturday. It is not fancy, but it is just the best Mexican food anywhere. The tortillas are made fresh on-site daily and the warm salsa is like none other. Everything they make is great, but I recommend any of the enchilada dishes.

After attending Gateway Church's 10:30 AM service on Sunday morning, I went straight to the big gun show. My brother-in-law, Steve Hockett, is an antique firearms dealer and one of the best gun shows in Texas is the semi-annual one at Market Hall in downtown Dallas. It was a lot of fun, hanging out with Steve and his friend, One-armed John. There were some amazing guns for sale and show, both old and modern, of every size and description. There were a couple of interesting museum-type displays, too, including an impressive collection of large calibre antique machine guns. Another booth had a terrific display of some 2 dozen vintage Kalashnikov AK-47's, modified, in various versions, and collected from all over the world. And there were some gorgeous, authentic, old Cowboy gun collections. It was great. Guns are cool. I am going to have to go shooting more when I get home.

Last Friday, I visited one of my friends here, Buzzy Murphy, of Murphy's Music. Buzzy has a great music store. He is a customer of mine, I've known him for years, I graduated from high school with his big sister, and his family has had a music store in Irving since just after Texas declared independence from Mexico, I think. Any way, business-wise, I take care of him and he takes care of me. I had brought one of my guitars with me on this trip to practice, but when I got here I decided I wanted some type of small, personal headphone practice amp device. So I called Buzzy and then stopped by so that he could make me a crazy deal on a Boss Micro-BR digital recorder. It's a tiny little thing, but the Micro-BR makes the perfect personal practice tool, with it's built-in drum machine, excellent guitar tone, and (really basic) 4-track recorder built in. It also plays and records mp3's, and will even do "time-stretching", which means you can load in, say, Stevie Ray's version of "Mary Had A Little Lamb" and slow the playback speed way down so you can play along with it and learn the tune. It was cheap, it sounds great, it is smaller than a Louis L'Amour paperback, and it is very shiny. I am pleased.

That is all...I've got to get to bed. Today was long, tomorrow will be longer.

Gateway Church - New Live Worship Album Recording

Friday night, I attended the live recording of a new worship album by Gateway Church, located in nearby Southlake, which is just north and west of the D/FW airport, not far from our offices in Grand Prairie. I was there at the invitation of the worship pastor, Thomas Miller, who has been a friend for some twelve years or so, since we served together in the music department at another church.

Gateway is a rapidly growing congregation in a rapidly expanding section of the D/FW Metroplex and I have a number of friends and co-workers who work or attend there. Under Thomas' direction, Gateway Worship has assembled an excellent cadre of musical and technical talent.

This CD/DVD will have a number of new worship songs that will feature several emerging worship music writers and performing artists. In addition to Thomas' inspired singing and leading, there were top-notch vocal performances by Kari Jobe, Walker Beach, Zach Neese, David Moore, and others. Kari Jobe has a powerful, richly beautiful voice and a very mature musicality that belies her age. She is especially good at the slower, ballad-type songs, which every professional singer will tell you are typically much more difficult to sing than uptempo pop or rock-style tunes. Thomas, Beach, and Moore handled most of the rock-and-roll leads, but Zach Neese sang lead vocal on just one tune, that he wrote, that I liked a lot. Excellent vocal work, compelling lyrics, and a distinctly different sounding song, stylistically, and it really stood out.

The instrumental performances were all solid and well-delivered, with a minimum of solo features. I would have liked to have heard some more guitar shredding, actually, and there was room for it. But then, that is clearly a personal thing with me, and I have no complaint with anything I heard. Everybody sounded very, very good, tight and rehearsed, but clearly not intimidated by the pressure of the live recording vibe. Lots of good sonic textures, layers, and rhythmic complexity - very thoughtful and creative arrangements. The drum sound in the room was excellent and both drummers played very well. The bass player was really fun. Reserved in demeanor, but his six-string rig provided some amazing, room-filling, low-end presence.

The two choir ranks, probably totalling 200 voices strong, really added to the energy and power of the songs, too.

One of my favorite things, though, came in the middle of the evening when they stopped the recording and Thomas invited their senior pastor, Robert Morris, to the stage. He gave a short, thoughtful devotion, lead us into a time of prayer, and then the serving of communion to the worshipping audience. Really special and something I wouldn't have anticipated.

This will be Gateway's second release on Integrity Records. They have some "industry buzz" going on, so there were some music industry notables around, including Don Moen. The church has a top-notch professional technical staff and a lot of the audio and video production tasks were done by their own folks, staff and volunteers. There were some outside pros involved, too, naturally, and a couple of truckloads of state-of-the-art recording, camera, and production gear.

It was a profound blessing to be a part of this worship event. My heart was lifted and I was encouraged by the whole experience. I flew in a couple of days early just so I could take it in, and I am very, very glad I did.

Like a whole 'nother country...

Today I am blogging from Texas. I am here on a business trip, having flown in yesterday morning to visit our home office, the ProAudio.com corporate headquarters. I spent the afternoon there, visiting old friends, meeting new friends, and getting some work done. I am fortunate to work for a really good company and with some really great people. Mark Bradford, my boss, is one of the very best men I have ever known. For 15 years he has been a mentor, friend, and a premier example of what it means to live one's daily life with faith, integrity, humility, and intelligence. And no, he doesn't read my blog.

I am here primarily to take part in a training and accreditation seminar next week in Arlington sponsored by the National Association of Church Design Builders, which is an industry trade group that, obviously, focuses on the specific needs of churches in the construction of worship facilities. This is a sizable slice of my company's business already and it looks like thsi will be a worthwhile affiliation. At the end of the week, if I behave myself and pay attention, I will be a Certified Church Consultant. That, and about $3 will no doubt entitle me to my vente Americano, black and hot, at the local coffee shop, but still, it looks like the NACDB may provide some good leads and networking opportunities. I have accumulated a number of such "credentials" over the years, and they are largely meaningless in terms of really impacting what I do. But I remain open-minded and optimistic, because one cannot always judge the future by the past. Only time will tell whether or not this was a smart move or simply 4 days out of my life that I'll never get back.

Regardless, it is fun to visit Texas, land of my birth, the crucible of my formative years, the backdrop for the first couple of decades of my adult life, etc., etc. I could go on an on about how the Dallas/Fort Worth area has changed so much over the years. It has been one of the most dramatically expanding areas of the country for several decades, now, but in the 8 years, more or less, that we've been gone it has really just gotten crazy. There are whole towns and cities that used to be on the periphery, like Grapevine, Lewisville, Flower Mouond, Mansfield, and Southlake, tht are now fully immersed and integrated into one sprawling, amoebic organism of commerce and community. The traffic is pretty terrible, but I am kind of enjoying the death-race aspect of it, so far. Roads that used to be two lane country highways are now congested six lane arteries into and out of various concentrations of industry and residential regions.

I am especially enjoying seeing the great diversity of international cultures, merging and contrasting - something I have always appreciated about this area. This makes for an amazing mixture of eclectic art, great food, interesting music, and fascinating personal interactions.

It is a great place to visit, but I'm glad I don't live here. I like living in rural Indiana.

MBPYNHO: Erin Lang

I hate linking to myspace, because it is an ugly place. Nevertheless, in my relentless efforts to share Music By People You've Never Heard Of, I offer here a link to Erin Lang's myspace page whereon she has posted some wonderful songs to listen to. Spare and warm, with a very engaging and beautiful voice.


Check her out.

Argh!

For the last fortnight I had this feelin' in me gut...I ken'd the time was nigh, but I was unbecertain of its exactitude.

But today, mates is the day. Aye, today.

The one and only day in which piratical sailor talk is not only permitted, but encouraged. So, avast there and have at ye.

Hollywood Goes To War...

"Will Americans want to see a movie about a war if they don't know how - or when - it will end."

Not me. And I really enjoy movies. New ones, old ones, popular ones, obscure ones, chick flicks, westerns, war movies, documentaries, martial arts, drama, comedy, silent, and movies with subtitles...movies are lots of fun and a great form of entertainment. But count me out with regard to this fresh, steaming pile of modern war movies that is about to kerplop into our local cineplexes.

First, I can't stand movies that preach at me. Even the ones whose message I agree with inevitably become grating before they are over. And I don't see any in this batch on the near horizon that even come close.

Secondly, when was the last time you saw a Hollywood movie with a controversial contemporary theme that actually got it right? I've seen the trailers for some of these movies and read enough of the pre-release info to know that the filmmakers intentions are to use their own brands of shock and awe, of blood and gore, of emotional extortion to cast America into the worst possible light. Do I really need to go see these movies to know they suck? Why do I want to spend money enriching and empowering the people that make movies like this? Guess what, I don't. And I won't.

Thirdly, as fun as movies can be and as highly artistic as they occasionally are, when they are burdened with such heavy-handed idelology and that relentless enlightened activist vibe, they just don't work. They lose the groove. The last thing I need is for Hollywood to be trying to tell me what it is I should think about anything. They don't add to our understanding or give us perspective...no, they suck it clean out of you heart and head.

I hope Hollywood loses millions of dollars on this whole batch.

I can't wait to miss these on cable, too.

In love with Jesus...or not.

"Today our congregation was asked to sing, "Jesus, I'm in love with you"-a line that shows up, in one permutation or another, in several songs that occur frequently in our worship leaders' rotation. Well, I didn't sing it. It's wrong, and I try not to sing wrong lyrics."

Bill Kinnon's blog, achievable ends, which I am reading daily now and will blogroll momentarily, points to a prickly little essay about modern worship lyrics with the above opening statement by Professor John Stackhouse of Regent College in Vancouver. I'm not prepared to agree with all that Kinnon or Stackhouse say, but I think together they make an interesting and useful point. I'd enjoying hearing more discussion of the topic. As a worship leader, I confess that I have sung lyrics like he describes and have felt some vague discomfort from time to time, although not necessarily for the same reasons.

Dr. Stackhouse, whose most recent book (which I haven’t read) is entitled Finally Feminist: A Pragmatic Christian Understanding of Gender, also writes this interesting bit:

"...it gives me the homoerotic creeps to declare that I am "in love with" another man. And I don't apologize for saying so. A gender lens is interesting here, for a lot of men feel as I do (many have told me so), while many (not all) women seem to love telling Jesus that they are in love with him. I saw them, swaying with closed eyes and waving hands in the air this morning, singing exactly that. Maybe, indeed, they are in love with Jesus. But they shouldn't be."

I am no Greek scholar, but it is no secret that the word “LOVE” in a New Testament biblical context usually refers to the Greek words phileo, the warmth of emotion shared among friends, or agapao, which is a love founded on esteem, admiration, and an active sense of high regard for someone. The common noun form, agape, is, I believe, the most frequently used derivation and communicates affection, good will, love, and benevolence. Love’s sexual side, eros, appears only twice in the early Greek translations of the Old Testament, and does not appear at all in the New Testament. So, obviously, it does not inform discussions of or expressions of worship in any general or specific Christian context.

Dr. Stackhouse’s point seems to rest on his notion that the English language syntax utilized in the construction “I’m in love with Jesus”, necessarily refers to eros. That’s quite a stretch, in my opinion. It may well be bad poetry, but to strain so at the semantic nuances between “to love” and “to be in love” strikes me as being overly pedantic. Academically, it is a tenuous point at best, but if it makes him uncomfortable, then I agree, he shouldn’t sing it.

Poets, lyricists, and wordsmiths of every stripe have always stretched language and syntax in search of finding connections or creating new expressions. Though that is their function, their calling, and their art, it doesn't place them beyond the reach of criticism and the scrutiny of their peers. Sometimes the art is bad, without a doubt. And Kinnon's point at the end of his post about how bad lyrics lead to bad thinking about God is a very important one.

I encourage everyone to go read all of both posts referenced above.

Skilz

There are few blogtivities (which is a new word that I just made up) in the virtual world more pointless than directing attention to a blog entry by the inestimable Glenn Reynolds, of Instapundit fame. Not a bad thing to do, just unbelievably redundant, because, if Glenn has already linked to it then, ergo, everyone...no, I mean literally everyone... probably already knows about it.

Nevertheless, I have emailed this excellent little article written by Glenn for the Popular Mechanics website to several people today, so I figured I might as well post it here as well.

I am in complete agreement with the observation that, as our lives generally become more technologically advanced, and as the traditional social institutions of marriage and and responsible parenthood pitch and roll queasily on the roiling seas of cultural decline, that people have lost touch with some of the basic, important life skills.

What is more important? Being able to set up a wireless router or being able to change a tire? Knowing how to start a campfire or finding just the right avatar for your Second Life persona? Knowing how to shoot a .22 accurately or figuring out how to post video to your blog?

All of these things can be worthwhile, but we need to remember that implied in the use of the term "virtual", so often used to refer to things related to computers, video gaming, and the whole online lifestyle, is the opposing and complementary term, "actual".

My point is simply, again, that we need to make technology work for us, not against us. It needs to integrate into our lives in a useful, creative, and empowering manner. It needs to serve us and make our lives better, and not suck the energy, time, and motivation out of us.

Offeratory

BEAT PHARMACY

This weekend is our church's Fallfest/Friend Day celebration. One of the cool things I get to do this weekend, in addition to hosting a Blogging 101 demonstration table tomorrow, is to perform another spoken word piece, not unlike the one I blogged about back in February. I am doing it for the offertory.

This time I am using a slightly expanded version of the poem (it's not a poem, but I don't know what else to call it) that I posted here. For the musical underscore, I am using an edited version of Beat Pharmacy's tune, "The Monkey's Wedding" from their album Earthly Delights which sounds distinctly irreligious and, in fact, thematically has absolutely nothing to do with my poem. However, the percolating techno groove, with the hardcore funky wah-wah guitar part, the dreamy piano and muted jazz trumpet, captures a vibe that just seemed to fit. I did it for tonight's Contemporary service and it was reasonably well received (and by that I mean there was clapping). I will do it both for both Contemporary and ReMix services tomorrow.

So far, I haven't been able to wrangle the resources necessary to post original, homegrown videos to my blog. We'll see if that's going to be possible this time. If you are into techno, be sure to click on the link above and go to Beat Pharmacy's website. You can hear some great stuff there.

How Not To Tell People About Jesus

Just once. Just one time, I'd like to hear about how somebody came to be a follower of Christ through this kind of methodology. Not going to happen. I'm in agreement with this author's opening statement.

Saving the Music Industry - It's about the art.

"The music business, as a whole, has lost its faith in content. Only 10 years ago, companies wanted to make records, presumably good records, and see if they sold. But panic has set in, and now it's no longer about making music, it's all about how to sell music. And there's no clear answer about how to fix that problem."

This is an excellent article by Lynn Hirschberg, published in the New York Times Magazine that disects the problems in the music industry that I've written about here previously. This discussion is folded in and around a very insightful feature focusing on Rick Rubin, one of the very best, most successful, and visionary music producers in the last 20 years. He is an interesting man.

This piece actually holds a glimmering promise of hope, along with a sobering promise of inevitable change.

h/t ArtsJournal/Daily Art News, whose free online subscription I highly recommend.

Quote of the Day

"Have you ever noticed that anybody going slower than you is an idiot and anyone going faster than you is a maniac?" - George Carlin

Alright, so I admit it. I read it in this month's Reader's Digest. How about this one, "Judge not, that ye be not judged." - Jesus, quoted by Matthew in Chapter 7, KJV.

Deep Fried Oreos

There is nothing I can say that will add to the glory...

Just go here and read.

You can thank me later.

Oh, yeah...I'm the expert

Every year our church puts on a community outreach event called "Summerfest" or "Fallfest", depending on the season. The emphasis is typically on fun, food, and family and there is usually some theme intended to inspire curiousity and interest. This year's activities were originally entitled "Technology for Dummies" until we found out that is a trademarked moniker that is restricted. So the name has been changed to something else, but we are still going to have a kind of technology fair featuring a variety of "stations" where different aspects of consumer electronics, computers, and other technology are showcased in some fashion.

Proving once again that an "expert" is someone who knows only the slightest bit more than the guy next to him, I will be running a booth devoted to blogging. Basically, I will provide a 15-minute introduction to what it is and how to do it. Then I'll pass out a 1-page hand-out and take questions. This will go on for a couple of hours, I guess, and it should be fun. Obviously, I am really not an expert, but it will be worthwhile and fun. I intend to simply show how easy it is to create a blog and discuss some of the enjoyable aspects of blogging.

Heck, it could be a lot worse. Thankfully, I'm not going to be in one of the really difficult booths, like the one where they'll teach you how to set the clock on your VCR/DVR.

You can tune a piano, but you can't tune a fish

This is an interesting notion, that perfect pitch is genetic, traceable to a rare and specific gene possessed by 1 in 10, 000 people. There is still research to be done, but it is a fascinating subject.

I do not possess this gene, but in my musical life I've known a handful of people with perfect pitch. More than one of them mentioned that it is both a blessing and a curse. One of them, a friend who is a gifted bass player, said that it can be maddening at times, living in a world that wheezes, whistles, bellows, and mutters as it does. Because most sounds are no where near perfectly pitched, he would often find himself obsessively noting that this sound or that sound was almost right, but off by just so much, clashing abrasively with some other sound. The upside, though, was that he never, ever played out of tune, he could readily play numerous instruments surprisingly well without practice, and he could easily recall and analyze in detail complex melodies and chord progressions. He is a successful commercial real estate agent.

There are, in fact, teaching methods for sale that claim to be able to teach people to have perfect pitch. While that may well be possible, it is far more common among musicians to develop a heightened sense of relative pitch which, I've always believed is based on memory. My wife and son both have excellent pitch memory. When they sing a song, spontaneous and unaccompanied, they almost always nail it in the original key. I am not as good a singer as they are, but I am usually in the ballpark. These are handy skills and, while not intrinsically difficult to attain, typically come only with practice and experience.

A related skill that I have is that I can tune my guitar, both electric and acoustic, with out a pitch standard, even without being able to really hear the instrument. It is not "perfect", but it is usually close. I can sense by the way the strings feel, especially the A string. And once the A feels right, it is pretty easy to get the rest close. What my brain is doing in this case is responding to the tension of the string and the way it feels under my fingers when it vibrates, so it is more like muscle memory and less like an aural experience. I don't think this is an unusual skill, per se, and there are probably many guitarists who can do this. I developed it in my 20's when I worked in a couple of different music stores in Texas for several years. I have restrung and tuned many more guitars than most people, and I'm sure that is the source of this peculiar ability. It is all about familiarity and conditioning and I'm sure many other people in other disciplines have similar experiences.

The way we process and experience musical information and respond to sound is a never ending source of wonder and fascination, though. And it never ends. It is science, it is emotion, it is spiritual, and it is experiential. We will never figure it all out or reach the end of what there is to hear. There is infinite variety in musical expression...it is a glimpse into something beautiful, something personal, and something eternal. I understand only a few very small pieces of it, but I can't put it down. And I don't want to.

I won the Hoosier Lottery!!!

Okay, well, technically, ahem...that is not exactly true. I just wanted to see what it would look like in print. Because to have won would have required that I actually buy a lottery ticket. Which I didn't. My sincere congratulations goes out to whoever won, though.

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A friend of mine describes the public lotteries as "a special tax for people who are bad at math." I always liked that definition. There are any number of reasons why lotteries are a bad idea, and one of them is, in fact, that it it preys on people who do not have an understanding of or appreciation for basic statistical analysis. The same could be said, broadly, of many of the participants in the US Stock Exchange, I realize.

Another problem with lotteries is the brazen deceit that is perpetuated by proponents selling its virtues as a source of public money that will reseed regional economies, fund state projects, build schools, eliminate poverty, fund public healthcare, etc ad nauseum. Not surprisingly, there is typically far less than 50% of the money left over for such altruistic aims after the various commissioners, agencies, advertisers, and bureaucrats get there slice of the pie. Money that could have been far better spent at the grocery or any number of other places.

And, of course, it has been shown repeatedly that the target market for lottery customers consists of people who cling to the lowest rungs of the economic ladder.

And there are theological reasons that I won't even get into unless provoked.

All that notwithstanding, nearby Richmond, Indiana has made international news this weekend as the sight of the winning $314.3 million dollar lottery ticket purchase. So, hopefully we'll have a new millionaire among our neighbors. I pray it doesn't wreck their life.

I don't know why this weirds me out...

...but it does.

I hoping to get a new Mac laptop soon so lately I've taken to cruising around some of the Apple Mac sites and blogs and stumbled across this news.

What was the first CD you ever listened to?

Mine was "Power Windows" by Rush.


I had purchased it and Simple Minds' "Once Upon A Time", but I listened to Rush first. I was blown away by the fact that where there was no music, there was the most profound, utter silence. I imagined that it was silent like in a vacuum, like in outer space. I had an excellent pair of Sennheiser headphones and I thought it was the coolest thing I had ever heard, that silence.



The CD is 25 years old.

Tell me what you listened to first.

PSA: Dover Publications Clip Art

In lieu of anything more substantive, here is a Public Service Announcement. Dover Publications has a free weekly newsletter email to which one may subscribe that I can recommend. They publish a wide variety of books, cards, and other paper and electronic materials. Their newsletter is a sales promotion tool, to be sure, but it is as polite and unoffensive instrument as you are likely to see, and it offers something cool in return.

Each week, the newsletter features a sampler page of free clipart images from their publications. Dover encourages you to download and use this material in any way you see fit. Each week there are at least a dozen different interesting images from a variety of sources. Many of the images are iconic or historic and feature a broad range of style and design. I have reproduced a few here.

Those of you with an artistic bent will really like this, I think, and I encourage you to check it out, and then sign up for their free newsletter.

h/t to Nancy for turning me on to this.

Metaphor

I was going to post some lyrics that I had written recently that I liked.

However, I can't seem to find them anymore. I believe they are buried somewhere under all of the business paperwork that is on my desk.

Pt. Pleasant, WV - Part II

Early last week, we took a couple of days off to drive to Virginia. My niece and nephews needed a ride back home after a busy summer shuttling around between Florida, Indiana, and many places in between visiting family.





We left fairly early on Monday morning, July 30th, as you can see.




It is about a 9 hour drive (with stops), and we kept up a pretty consistent clip through Ohio. But there was a reason for this.



Nancy and I wanted to stop in Point Pleasant, WV, and check out the infamous Mothman. This area also has an extraordinarily rich history of alleged UFO phenomenon. I say alleged not because I doubt the reports of the people who say they saw them. But simply because we didn't see any and, well, best to err on the side of skepticism in order to maintain our thin veneer of respectability.

We stopped in at this little cafe' which, if local legend holds true, was the inspiration for the cafe in the movie, The Mothman Prophecies, starring Richard Gere. Turns out the movie was actually shot somewhere in Pennsylvania, but they did use a lot of the Point Pleasant townfolk as extras. The movie gets a lot of the facts of the story wrong, too, but it is still pretty entertaining.




Here we are dining in said cafe'. I had the "Big Ed", which was basically a big hamburger. There was no sign of the actual Mothman.

Then we went to the place where the eastern entrance to the Silver Bridge used to be. This is the great tragedy that marked the end of the sightings of the Mothman and the UFO activity. Many people believe that all of these events are inextricably, but unexplainably, related.

The Silver Bridge used to run parallel to the old railroad bridge that you can see in this picture.

This picture seems to demonstrate that the residual power of the Mothman consists mainly of making men look older, balder, and fatter than they actually are in real life. Curse you, Mothman!

We had a great trip to Virginia, a fun quick visit with loved ones, and then a pleasant leasurely trip home.

Cavalier's Update

The DCI Drum & Bugle Corps season is almost over, culminating in Pasadena this weekend at the world championship competition. The Cavaliers arrived there today and will no doubt be rehearsing relentlessly. They are clearly in the top 3 contenders, but the competition is fierce between them, the Blue Devils from Concord, CA, and The Cadets, from Allentown, PA. Honestly, at this point, it is way too close to call.

As usual, you can click on the photos for larger renderings.

Here are some pictures from the recent contest at the RCA Dome in Indianapolis. This is considered one of the last, big contests before the finals. The Cavaliers came in second place, behind the Blue Devils by 0.6 of a point. This is a shot of the finale performance.



For this performance, we got to go with Jordan's grandparents, and his great-grandma, which was really excellent. It was their first opportunity to see the Cavaliers in action. They had never seen a drum corps competition and had a great time. To say that they are proud of JP is a massive understatement.





In this photo, you can see JP, the 5th trumpet from the end, in the back row.

He has made some great friends in this group. The Cavaliers are like a fraternity, a brotherhood that stretches across generations.

After the finale, we were able to walk down from our seats and talk to JP. He was so glad to see his grandparents and great-grandma. And they were tickled, too.

After the show, at about 11:45 pm, the corps went back to the buses, packed up its gear, and served a meal for 135+ young men. Nancy walked back to the buses with Jordan and I drove the folks there, so we got to spend some quality time with him before they headed out to drive back to Chicago. Here they are giggling about something...

Here is JP with his grandfather.









And with his mom, who couldn't be more proud.

He will fly home this Sunday from Pasadena. Hopefully he'll be here for a couple of days, but then it is off to Bloomington to move into a new house and get geared up for another semester at IU.

Why MP3's are Tools Of Satan

"For purists, it is the dark ages of recorded sound." Even for those of us who aren't, strictly speaking, purists, it sucks.

Yes, I know this horse is dead. And yet I am strangely compelled to drag it out and beat on it periodically. Technology should make art, and therefore, life, better, not worse. (Is that too many commas? I couldn't decide.)

I've got things to say. But I've been fiendishly busy lately, plowing the fields of commerce.

UPDATE: "Big-selling albums by Linkin Park and the White Stripes were not enough to prevent widening losses at Warner Music, which suffered a drop in income as fans shifted from compact discs to digital downloads."

Chris Joyce

I lost a friend this weekend. His name was Chris Joyce, he was 31 years old, and he was an extraordinarily gifted and kind-hearted young man. It was a privilege to be his friend and I look forward to seeing him again one day.

On The Road

We are heading to Virginia for a couple of days to visit my brother. Should be great fun, travelling through OH, WV, and a good bit of VA. We are heading out with our niece and nephews in the backseat and good weather ahead.

PSA - Music By People You've Never Head Of.

Public Service Announcement: Regular readers, and I am referring to both of you, know that one of my favorite things is new, fresh MBPYNHO (Music By People You've Never Heard Of).

Here is a deep and wide pool of it, with free live broadband concert video footage. Fabchannel features performances of many different flavors by artists who have appeared on the stage of the Paradiso, a nightclub in Amsterdam.


I really liked Emiliana Torrini a lot. Her music is both melancholy and happy, fragile and strong, innocent and experienced, all at the same time. The Whip was a fun listen, reminding me mostly of the Pyschedelic Furs, a punk-pop band of yesteryear of whom I very fond. I couldn't stand Late of the Pier...those boys can hardly play. Several of the techno/DJ acts were musically interesting. I haven't listened to anywhere near all of it, but there's metal, pop, folk, dance, blues, and much more to be seen and heard. And very nearly all of it is MBPYNHO.

Shawn Colvin does not qualify as an unknown artist by any means and her set is absolutely transcendant. She plays and sings so well. Be sure to check her out.

Morphine Life - Trent Yaconelli

“If there is an audience I will let my actions sing strong with passion. If there is no audience I will let my actions sing strong with passion.”

h/t: Thanks so much to nakedpastor for introducing me to Trent Yaconelli's blog.

The Truth - A short video presentation

Here is a very creative video created by Granger Community Church. I'd tell you more, but it would spoil it. Watch the whole thing because it does something surprising.

I found this via Butch Whitmire's blog, which I found via Kem Meyer's blog, who I met at The Willow Creek Worship Arts Conference.

Will It Blend? The iPhone Edition

On of my daily stops on the world-wide web is to On Location With Rick Lee, to check out what new artistic offerings this gifted photographer has to share.

This YouTube video is really atypical for Rick, since he usually features his own work. But like him, I find this far too urgently compelling not to blog about it.

Odds & Ends

I think I have fixed one of the problems that was plaguing my Mac laptop, making it frustrating to use. I hope so. At any rate, I am enjoying posting this entry from the front porch, at dusk, after a rather strenuous day at work.

I slept about 3 hours last night. It was not for lack of trying, although I did give up around 2:00AM and decided to get some work done. I am not normally an antisomnabulist. My hope is that I will return to routine this evening. Soon, in fact.

Here are a few loose bits of change that I've been carrying around in my pocket for a bit. None of these notions, on their own, merit a blog entry, but combined, they are like the handful of curious and unusual stones that you pick up in the field in the very early spring, pushed up to the surface by the thaw. You look at them, roll them around in your hand, clean them off in the sink and put them on the window sill. Some months later, you add them to the gravel that lines the driveway.

Above is a picture of the Lynn Friends Church, from some 50 years or more ago. My ancestors helped establish this church back in the early 1800's. It is still a thriving worship community. There are things to appreciate about the Quakers. My grandma, at 91, is now the oldest member of this church. This is an honor about which she has mixed feelings. As a follow-up to my post some time ago on some of the area's country churches, go here for some history as well as more excellent old photos of churches here in Randolph County.

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One of the most interesting websites that I know of is dirtybeloved - un regard oblique, and I recommend it to you now. It is a distinctly different and eclectic website that, in turn, will take you to some remarkable places. Places filled with stunning archives of photographic imagery, graphic anomalies, cultural peculiarities, and insightful, creative thinking. It is a blog, but not one like any other that I have seen.

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This past weekend, I consciously avoided an opportunity to volunteer to teach a class this fall on the Book of Revelation. I wonder if that was a mistake. Sometimes I wish that either the Holy Spirit would speak more loudly and forcefully, or that I would be wise enough and quiet enough to know for sure when I am being whispered to.

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Every summer we try to take advantage of a very special attraction that we have in nearby Winchester. We have one of the few remaining drive-in theaters in the country. I love that when you call in to find out what the features are, the answering machine informs you that "all movies start at dusk." On Tuesdays, it is $5 per carload and $10 every other night to see a double-feature, which is an antiquated bit of entertainment jargon that means you get to see two shows for the price of one. You tune your car radio in to the low-power FM frequency that broadcasts the movie audio. Families come from all over, mostly hardworking blue collar or farming folks, to park next to people they don't know, eat some snacks, and watch the movie from their favorite lawn chair. There is a playground there with all manner of unsafe toys, like jungle gyms and carousels, and sand piles, swing sets, and slides. The kids play until it gets dark. There is a squat, cinder block building in the center, painted yellowish green, that houses the funky concession stand and from which the ancient projectors beam. Just out of sight, less than a quarter of a mile a way, there is a busy convergence of active railway lines that rumble and blow without regard for what features may be showing. The sunsets are routinely spectacular from the drive-in parking lot.

All that to say, that last week we took my niece, Camomille, and her young son, Bryce, to see the animated feature Ratatouille. This movie is much better than one might expect, I am happy to report. There is one scene that is especially interesting to me which I feel I can relate without spoiling the movie for you. At one point, a character tastes a particular dish that dramatically transports him momentarily back to his childhood, so powerfully does it remind him of the flavor, the smell, the essence of his mother's kitchen, the feel of his own childhood.

That resonated with me, in all of its animated surrealism, because it taps into what for me is a curious experiential truth. That is, the way certain sounds, tastes, smells, objects and, for me, especially music all summon remembrances so quickly, so powerfully, without reason or warning. I really like when that happens. I don't understand how that works or what, if anything, it may mean or say about the way we are made. But I like it.

Last Sunday, in conversation at dinner with my parents, I happened to think of and then recalled aloud a certain kind of cookie that I remembered my Mom making when I was a kid. They were called "Secret Recipe" cookies, and they were splendid and perfect in every way. They were, even to my child's mind, the archetypal homemade cookie, long before I knew what an archetype was.

It is not so often that we eat with my parents, and almost never during the week, but last evening we joined them and my grandma for dinner again. As a surprise, my mother had made the "Secret Recipe" cookies. First the sight of them, then the smell, and then finally the taste and guess what? Just like the animated character in the movie, I was 10 years old again. Just for a little while.

That is a powerful and mysterious magic.

Frederick Polley in New Orleans #2

Indiana artist and printmaker Frederick Polley loved the city of New Orleans and found great inspiration in its narrow streets, it's crowded market areas, and it's unique international culture. A master at capturing the art of architecture wherever he travelled, it is for his rendering of houses, buildings, city structures, and urban landscapes that he is perhaps best known.

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These two drawings, copied here from newsprint, were published in the Indianapolis Star in the 1940's. He had a regular column feature in the newspaper at that time and usually included a few well-tuned paragraphs describing the subject or location of the week. He would often muse about its history, prominence, or its beauty in an unpretentious and appreciative, even a poetic tone.

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Frederick Polley was well-known and well-liked in the New Orleans art community and upon invitation, exhibited a number of his works at the New Orleans Art League show in 1943. For more information about him, and other examples of his work, click on the appropriate label in the list of categories.

Frederick Polley is one of my ancestors and, when possible, my family collects his artwork.

If you see any, please let me know!

THE LAMB by William Blake

Little Lamb who made thee
Dost thou know who made thee
Gave thee life and bid thee feed.
By the stream & o'er the mead;
Gave thee clothing of delight,
Softest clothing wooly bright;
Gave thee such a tender voice,
Making all the vales rejoice:
Little Lamb who made thee
Dost thou know who made thee.

Little Lamb I'll tell thee,
Little Lamb I'll tell thee,
He is called by thy name,
For he calls himself a Lamb:
He is meek & he is mild,
He became a little child:
I a child & thou a lamb,
We are called by his name.

Little Lamb God bless thee.
Little Lamb God bless thee.

from Songs of Innocence, 1789.

The Cavaliers - Dublin, OH 07/09/07

This past Monday night we travelled to Dublin, Ohio, a Columbus suburb, to see the Cavaliers perform. Our troupe included Nancy and I, Nancy's sister Mary, and Charles, Camomille, & Bryce Swarts, who are visiting from Portland, OR this week.

Here is a slice of the Cavvie's show. They did a great job (again) and they won the contest handily this time. There were several new elements as they continue to morph and refine things. The next time we will see him will be at the RCA Dome in Indianapolis on July 28th, which is one of the biggest events of the season.

After the encore, we were able to catch up with JP, and here he is with Bryce. He and Bryce have a special friendship and the little guy was absolutely overjoyed and completely impressed to see JP. Bryce looks very spiffy in his brand-new Cavalier's T-shirt, too.


Here is JP signing autographs for his adoring fans, er...family. Jordan spent much of last summer living with and working for Cam and Charles in Portland, so they were all very glad to see each other again.

Jordan confirmed that something he had alluded to previously had in fact come to pass in the past week. He has been promoted from alternate to the active roster. This week will be very intense for him as he has to learn some 230+ pages of marching show this week. He already knows the music, of course, and is very familiar with the overall performance, but now that he is actually in the show, it is significantly more difficult and important.

He is very pleased.

Executive Priviledge

"Look, I just didn't like those guys," says President Bush, "so it was pink slips all around."

Okay, he doesn't really say that in this article. But still, this whole thing about the fired federal prosecuters is just stupid.

First, they're lawyers...they can get other jobs. Second, we've got lots more lawyers...and now some different ones have new jobs working for the U.S. government. Third, he's the President of the United States of America, for crying out loud...if he can't fire a few lawyers when he wants too, then what is the point?

Yeesh. Priorities. Haven't they got anything better to do in Congress than vote themselves pay raises, play with their pet pork projects, and piddle with this kind of trivia? They need to shut up and get back to work.

Blessings #5

Business-wise, this has been my most successful week in more than a decade. I've been working on a couple of big deals over the last six weeks or so and both came to fruition this week. I sold more audio gear in the last few days than I do in most yearly quarters. It has been a hectic, busy time lately, but extraordinarily fruitful. And I have another 3 weeks left in the month!

Thank you, Lord!

Willow Creek Arts Conference - Glimpses #2

The first session speaker was photographer and filmmaker DeWitt Jones. I enjoyed all of the speakers, but this session was one of my favorites. It would be a fruitless to attempt to recap all of what he said, but Jones was brimming with enthusiasm, for art, for God, and for life. We were so moved by the stories he told and by the remarkable photos and video footage that he shared, that we purchased the DVD of the session. It is currently in circulation among some of our friends at church, but I hope to see it again soon.

He told the best stories from his own life's experience, it's joys and it's sorrows, and about how God worked through him in astounding ways that he never expected. He talked about how, if we are willing to be surprised by God, to take some risks, life can be a great adventure. Our lives can be a work of art, regardless of who we are, where we are, what we do, where we come from, or what we have or don't have. It was not about merely having a forced positive mental attitude, but rather an authentic attitude that is honestly and openly engaged first vertically, with God, and then laterally, with the people and circumstances that we encounter.

It has been a few weeks now since the conference, but there are two quotes in particular that continue to resonate and encourage me:

"Ask yourself, 'Is my view of the world based on scarcity and fear, or is it based on love and possibility?'"

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"Don't worry so much about making a difference. Just take the
responsibility to make a contribution."

Good stuff, that.

Cavaliers Update

As noted in an earlier post, JP joined up with The Cavaliers Drum & Bugle Corps on 6/20/07 at the contest held in Decatur, IN. Since that time he has travelled with them nonstop as an alternate. We had not heard from him since that time although we knew where he was from their tour schedule.

We caught up with them this past Monday night at a contest in Centerville, Ohio, south of Dayton. The stadium was packed...okay, not the other side that you see in the picture, but on the home side, there was nary a free seat in the house.

We took my two nephews visiting from Virginia to see the contest, too, and it was really a great show. I had emailed Jordan telling him we would be there, but he had not responded so I had no idea whether or not he received it. Turns out, he had not.

There are 4 alternate performers who do not actually march the show with the corps, but they do perform at the parades, encores, and other post-contest activities. Below, JP is the 4th trumpeter from the end in the closest row.

So he was startled when, as they were exiting the field following the performance to hear me voice a distinctive greeting. We were then able to catch up with him and spend some time with him as the corps packed up. They were driving back through the night to Chicago for a day off and some practice before hitting the road again.

Here he is with his super-proud Mom and his two cousins, Garret and Zachary.

We've really been missing him. I know he'll be 21 years old in November, and yes, he moved out a couple of years ago to go to college. As a family we are all well into the healthy process of emptying the nest. But two weeks without a phone call or an email was making me edgy. It was really great to see him, hug him, and hear about his recent adventures.

We are well blessed and he is doing very well. The next time we see him is likely to be in a couple of weeks in Dublin, OH, just before they head off to Texas and the Southwest for a couple of weeks. Check out their schedule here. JP mentioned that it is likely that by that time he will have moved from alternate to the active roster and will be marching in every show. Get to a show if one comes to your area. This is nothing like your normal high school or college marching band, I guarantee. It is really fun to watch.

4th of July Celebration

This is an unbelievably cool artistic offering for Independence Day. The artist's name is Dan Dunn.



Sharon found this and I was so taken by it that I had to immediately steal it and post it.

Indiana Sunset - June 28, 2007