Monday, 6 December 2010

Worship Music and Musings Thereupon (or, The Blog Format of What I Said on My Status)

I got opinions too, T-Rex


The feeling seems to be with most worship musicians is that worship music doesn't need to be as interesting as other music.


As someone who loves music, and listens across a relatively broad range, I take issue with this. Boring music is boring music, regardless of context. Now, don't misunderstand me, I'm not talking about live and congregational music here - a worship leader's job is to lead a congregation in giving praise to God, which is a gifting in and of itself (one can be a gifted singer without being a gifted worship leader, and I've known the reverse to be true) - but when an album is produced, then the lead singer or guitarist or pianist is no longer leading worship, as a worship leader will often be lead by the Spirit or the mood or atmosphere of a room (the three often being intermingled or even the same thing). The lead musician on a CD is making music - music that serves a purpose (to assist worship), yes, but is music at its core (as opposed to live worship music, which is worship at its core).
 

Musicians (and I'd count myself in this, without boast) have almost a duty or a responsibility to be the best we can be. I intend not only to (at some point) progress my (currently rather lacking) drumming ability to a point where I can play sufficiently for a Sunday morning, but to progress to a point where I can no longer improve (and peaking is something very few people of any talent do).
Gifts should be used - so many worship musicians are very talented, but don't, as far as I can see, utilise their talents fully. This is often, it would appear, due not to lack of desire, but to lack of opportunity, due to lack of worship songs allowing them to do this.

No, I am not (as I have said) a master at anything musical; I have never released a worship album; I have never even finished a song (and those I have started I only wrote); I have never properly learned an instrument. I see no problem, however, with this in regards to criticism - after all, one can label a book as badly written without being a bestseller, one can see a poor painting for what it is without having one's own masterpiece, one can tell a film is blandly shot without first developing as an auteur. What one cannot do is develop as an author by mostly reading bad books, as a painter by mostly studying poor painters, or as a filmmaker by mostly watching bland films. I'm not saying that all worship music is samey, but the majority seems to be.
 
Worship music needs more greats; where literature has those like Dickens and Gaiman, where art has Warhol and da Vinci, and film Tarantino and Hitchcock, so too does worship music need its masters, prodigies, and pioneers.
 
Voicing opinions he'll later regret with little expertise, knowledge, or experience in the field he's commenting on (and using too many brackets),
SamfiSh

Thursday, 11 November 2010

Death and All of Her Friends

Hi.

I think it was Bono who said that, for him, every death in his life is the same one - each death brings up the death of his mum when he was a teenager.
I think, for a similar reason, that this is why heroic, sacrificial deaths in fiction affect me so much - when a soldier stays behind and holds a corridor against the greatest heroes of his time, fighting through the night, one on one, before falling, just so his closest friend and brother in arms can escape (and who leaves him no choice, by way of tossing the rope the friend had climbed down from the window) it is to me the same hero dying to save his love.
When the lord of a superreal realm allows himself to die at the hands of his sister, so that powers almost as ancient as him will not destroy his kingdom, it is to me the same sacrifice to save a world.

It is by this revelation that I know that, despite what I may have thought, The Cross does affect me emotionally. Jesus? Thank you so much, my love, my brother, my friend.

SamfiSh

Note: fiction mentioned is Troy: Fall of Kings by David Gemmell & Sandman: The Kindly Ones 13 and The Wake Series by Neil Gaiman

Monday, 18 October 2010

Updates

Hihi

Well! I've been in Birmingham for about 6 weeks now. Interesting times.
Goodness, I'm awful at blogging.
Blog redesign has happened again. It's now cleaner and lighter.
Um, yes, Other things. New blog at http://innocencepermitting.wordpress.com/, dedicated to my rambling stories and poems.

I had a load of things I was gonna talk about, but I've now forgotten them all.

So, at the end of what is up there with my worst ever posts, I bid you adieu. Adieu!

SamfiSh

The Three Laws of Wheaton

  1. A person may not actively be a dick or, through inaction, be a dick.
  2. A person must prevent ot, except where such action would conflict with the First Law.
  3. A person must preserve their own lack of dickishness as long as such prevention does not conflict with the First or Second Law.

Wednesday, 1 September 2010

cyaz

Good evening, chapters and chapsticks. I am leaving Kent tomorrow!

This may be news to some of you. If it is, then you are either new to the blog, or (if reading this on Facebook) have not been paying attention - I am moving to Birmingham for 9 months or so.

It seems less exciting/scary/trepidatory/stressful than it should be. This worries me because I half suspect I don't believe it's happening, and am in fact living in subconscious denial. It should be all those things regardless of whether it seems it or not - hopefully less of the latterest - and I aim to get stuff out of it, as well as giving. I'm hoping this will be my squire year, and after this I will be elevated to the squire/knight hybrid that ms. Aamodt prophesied my future self to be. Or maybe I won't yet, but that's fine too, cos God'll do what God'll do when God'll do it, in a way that's right for Him (and hence right for me).

Kent, I have loved you in all the ways a man can love a county (as well as all the ways a woman, dog, and trestle table can love a county). About half of these ways are illegal in Georgia and/or Utah. Farewell!


From,
a SamfiSh

Friday, 20 August 2010

Writings of a written persuasion...

...written by me when I writing.

I am once again stucked on a writing project. Well, not quite stuck, but making the oh-so-wonderful progress of a few words a day. This lead me to this.....

Does anyone want to write tennis style with me? I send you what I have so far, you write the next bit, then you send it to me and I write the next bit, etc.
Open request to the one person who half reads this and any restless spirits out there on the interblag.

Speaking of writing, I dreamt a scene this morning while I was still asleep. Not like it was happening in my dream, but I was writing it in my dream. I knew it was morning because I then woke up with it still in my head, managed to run through it in my mind, then fell asleep again. I the forgot it. I remember it was really good and also what it was vaguely about, but that's it. I'm pretty cross.

Speaking of dreams, when I woke up for the final time this morning I was worried that there really were subterranean cave dwellers who had re-written the bible so as to have Jesus as a fellow cave dweller. In my dream I went and visited the cave complex, where they had a small town in a cave underneath this big house, and I remember lots of blue water....

ANYWAY
GOODBYE

From,
a SamfiSh

P.S./Edit - my twitter feed isn't showing all my tweets. Never mind!

Saturday, 14 August 2010

3 for luck

I forgot: I am now pretty much definitely moving to Brumingham, home of Brum the car and the Bullring and Bromwich and Birmingham New Street Station, and many other things that begin with B.
I'm moving in 19 days! Hells Bells and buckets of blood that's close...

S-aaaaaahi'mgoingtohavetogrowupoutofneceSSity-mfiSh