From The Desk of REVKRIS

Time to rebuild from the foundation.

2010-02-17T12:03:00.002-08:00

I do exist. I do.

I'll be back in May.

With some new tricks, to boot. See you then!

New Beginning

2009-06-18T10:58:00.000-07:00

So I'm sure you've noticed you haven't heard from me for a while.

Or you may not have. It's all good. Lol.

Basically, things are changing. And in that vein, I'm erasing 90% of the content of this page and starting over soon.

It's what happens when you learn, right?

Anyway, the page will be run a bit differently; I'll be keeping up with it much better, and you'll be ministered to in ways you never thought you could be reached.

Nowwatchmedoit!

Brandon Elliot Smith

2009-01-30T08:59:00.000-08:00

I survived.

I've been ghost--obviously--but things are starting to look up for me again. Check this guy out. Brandon Elliot Smith. Amazing on keys, heck of a voice. "I Survived" is one of the best songs I've heard from him, and it's getting radio play. Maybe it's worth calling in...who knows? It's definitely worth listening to.

Brandon Elliot Smith

By the way, because of a certain young lady...it's the time of my life right now lol.

Happy New Year!

2009-01-08T08:05:00.000-08:00

I'm obviously not the most prolific of bloggers anymore, but hey. Quality over quantity, right? Lol.

Happy New Year.
No resolutions. I live life as a continuum, and I've learned to deposit my own pauses throughout so I can keep my sanity.

The Choir's still going strong. Their anniversary is coming up in a few weeks. It's gonna be less about us and more about the people who come in.

Back in school.

Sunday's Best is having auditions.

I'll be posting more music and art stuff as I see fit and have time.

More to come...

Thanks, Tim!

2008-12-15T09:14:00.001-08:00

This came in the mail Saturday in response to the interview seen below. Made my weekend.

Free music? You serious? Hell yea! Lol.

Doesn't stop here, folks. You need this album in your life.

"Authentic art does not compete."

Ebay: Divine Inspiration

2008-12-09T11:42:00.001-08:00

Interview with Tim Dillinger

2008-12-08T06:03:00.000-08:00

Today, December 8th, 2008 marks the release of Tim Dillinger's first book, Snapshots: a collection of journal entries, epistles, and other prosaic introspections.

I was able to chat with him about the book on Yahoo IM (endorsements, please--no, really), and the majority of the interview appears unamended here. Tim's book can be purchased in download and print versions at http://www.lulu.com/timdillinger. You could also take the scenic route and go to Tim Dillinger's site; there's a link there that will take you to the book purchase site.

Snapshots is, as the title suggests, a collection of short prose stories, some song lyrics, journal entries, and other lexical arrangements that show the spirit of Tim Dillinger. [Bolding and emphasis below is added by the editor.]

RevKris: ok, so my first question will be for those who may drop by the blog who have never heard of Tim Dillinger, the artist, the writer, the anamolic white boy with some crazy soul
RK: so could you fill them in quickly as to how you see yourself, who you are as an artist, as a person, or whatever you'd like to disclose

Tim Dillinger: i think the easiest way to describe myself is to say that i'm a seeker. i despise boxes and have sought throughout my life and my short career thus far to question the boxes that we put on ourselves and try to place over others. for me, that has meant exploring quite a bit of terrain: asking questions regarding religion, race, sexuality, musicality and culture. In the big picture, my seeking has required that i attempt to find, in embracing individuality, our commonalities.

RK: commonalities in what way?

TD: well, that's where the can of worms opens up. in my mind, the greatest commonality that we have is that we come from the same place. we are spirit. we all have the same creator, regardless of the name that we give him/her. to me, if we can embrace that general premise, the premise that we were/are created in the image of god, then we should be able to agree to disagree about theology, philosophy...the details of our faith.

RK: and faith is one of the first things I noticed that you confronted in "Snapshots"
RK: if I may ask, what was your direction with this book?

TD: originally, i conceived it to be a collection of essays and poetry. the process began and it just didn't feel like a fit to me, as i originally wanted it to be far more essay driven. then i began re-reading my blog entries and journal entries from the past two years and realized that those entries, blended with my poetry, told more of the story i was interested in sharing. so, i began printing them out and kept the essays i felt were most vital (about reba rambo and teena marie, respectively) and began "collaging" the pieces to find their flow.
TD: i was most interested in sharing my journey to find an "integrated " life: something that merges the worlds of spirituality, sexuality, culture and artistry with some sort of balance.

RK: I see
RK: now your journey starts with a very interesting quote...it hit me as soon as I read it
RK: "imagine before you sleep/ dream while you're awake/ sleep to collect the energy to live the dream"
RK: why start here?

TD: well, i wrote that one night while journalling...and i was thinking about how much unconsciousness is encouraged in our culture. we talk about dreams, but never really take action on them. in christianity, people live for an escape (the rapture) and never actualize themselves here in this place. i started consciously dreaming while awake about eight years ago, but what i didn't realize was that i started dreaming while awake all those years ago on the floor listening to reba rambo.
TD: in a sense, i guess you could say, i returned to that child place about eight years ago, where you dream out loud before societal "norms" take that permission away. imagine the things we could accomplish if we never stopped dreaming and consciously living to actualize those dreams...after all, those dreams and visions are all god-given. i've been very blessed to see so many of my dreams already come true....but that has come through not being willing to submit to convention...

RK: well convention typically leads to stagnation and mediocrity, as it's easier to bring everyone down than to raise everyone up
RK: which is why I think it's awesome that you allow your readers to see the world as you did from the very beginning, even if they have the added bonus of the articulation of the idea

TD: well thank you. i was very fortunate to be raised in an era of christian music that is much different than today's christian music. the artists were dreamers and pioneers. there was no genre or real "industry" per se. they were creating the music of their inner most beings because it was what was natural to them. therefore, there was no dogma, no legalism...it was simply a free expression of their individual perspective and experience. reba's work was foundational for me because i would end up dealing with alot of what she wrote about: self-acceptance, the possibility of "i can", and being a child/dreamer in an adult body.
TD: because that music is my first memory, i believe with everything in me that's why i've always seen the world in a very general way from the place that i do now...the difference is i understand more of the details of that perspective now as an adult.

RK: Reba Rambo is one of the first stories you talk about in Snapshots
RK: It's the first actual snapshot
RK: and the story that precedes the picture makes it all the more poignant
RK: what was it like to be standing literally right next to someone who changed your life before you knew it had a direction?

TD: it's an indescribable feeling. it's funny to be a poet and not really have words for what something so monumental feels like. the night that we took the picture in the book was the release of my album, the muse, and i remember sitting right at the stage entrance listening to her and flashing back to being that kid in the living room. it felt completely unreal, yet entirely natural, if that makes any sense at all. perhaps the kind of natural--or real--we spend our lives searching to find...and then when we find it, it feels so real, that it's a little uncomfortable.

RK: a kind of full consciousness?

TD: yes. a remembering of sorts. because i always tell people that i KNEW her before i ever heard her music or met her in person. i've had that experience with a handful of people. i was able to actually put that aspect of it into words this past year with another friend who upon meeting me said "i remember you"...and i remembered him.

RK: I can tell you right now that what you just said is going to throw a lot of people

TD: lol. well, i mean...we have to keep in mind that we are spirit. we have seen it all and been it all before. that's what de ja vus are. simply moments where you "remember". the more work we do to become conscious, they more forefront our spirit can become with our natural bodies.

RK: speaking of spirit
RK: (and by the way, I hope you're enjoying my segways)

TD: (i am...you are brilliant)

[Don't you just love this guy? lol]

RK: There's a picture of you
RK: in which you're standing with a mic in hand in front of a church, to the left of a raised pulpit
RK: you
RK: are standing maybe 10 feet away from the musicians...looking kinda stiff actually (no offense)

TD: lol. yes. lol.

RK: and you talk about--I'm guessing--your first holy ghost encounter?
RK: at least, that's what church folks would call it

TD: yes. the finding spirit essay.
TD: it was another one of those "rememberings". i walked into that church as a teenager and knew that it was home. i remember the feeling as if it happened yesterday and i knew that that place would be intregal to whatever was going to happen next for me. having a place to experience and express what i felt with spirit brought more of "tim" forefront, because there was nothing that i had to hold back. we were a go-for-it, get-loose, get-with-it-right now kind of church...services could go from 11 am to 5 pm when the spirit was high...and being in an environment that didn't just allow free expression in worship, but encouraged it was so freeing to me as a little surpressed kid who felt so much inside.
TD: that experience has made it much more difficult for me to co-exist within the current church structure--even within affirming congregations--because so many churches strive to be the kinds of churches they see on christian television. mega churches. one church i was involved with here in nashville said that he wanted his service to transition like "the david letterman show"...and they wanted to give me 15 minutes to do praise and worship. church, for me, has always been about experience, not showmanship...heck, even my non-gospel show is about experience, not showmanship. i think that again, church has become a corporate experience, and we view the kinds of demonstations i grew up with as embarassing or no longer relevant...and i couldn't disagree more.

RK: so they were basically telling you to think your way through the praise and worship...

TD: they basically wanted a cute, A&B selection: not praise and worship. i had no idea how to do that. i remember they had this huge countdown clock on the wall in the back and they would send someone to hold up their fist if you ignored it. i just kept doing things they way i knew to do them until i was no longer welcome...lol.
TD: praise and worship is something that one must give themselves over to. an intimate experience that serves us the best when we can simply let go...let all of the self-consciousness give way to the rising of spirit within us: which is actually the real us. that realization is why i think pastors seek to so control praise and worship. what would happen if the congregations all began to find their true selves....

RK: the blackberry industry would fall apart completely, because people would start to realize that the best things in life go unplanned by human hand

TD: ah yes.
TD: people have lost connection with their humanity. it's why customer service suffers. it's why people can say such cruel things on the internet. it's the reason people can so easily brush off world events. we forget that we are one collective body...not individual entities with keyboard glued to our hands.

RK: very true
RK: now I have a story for you
RK: because I suppose I could call you a sort of experimental artist, with your searching nature and your openness to the move of the spirit
RK: am I close enough?

TD: yes.

RK: ok good
RK: so this past easter service, I was asked to bring and direct one of the songs for the combined choir
RK: typically I have my own on fourth Sunday, but for big services, we put everybody together and have everybody collaborate--more-or-less
RK: anyway, I decided that I was going to challenge the choir, and slam together Kurt Carr's "Psalm 68" with Ton3x's "Alive" and "Alive 2"
RK: the idea in essense felt like it would have worked, but somewhere in between the end of "Psalm 68" and the beginning of "Alive," things just fell apart completely
RK: the sopranos were supposed to hit an acapella melody and it's like all 15 of them were singing different notes

TD: lol.

RK: some weren't ready to come in
RK: things just didn't seem to go the way I expected or wanted it to go
RK: and I have no IDEA what the congregation must have been feeling
RK: to recover, of course, I did what I know, I took the mic and said "the devil's not gonna win in here today," and we did it again and again until we got it right
RK: but I say all that to say that sometimes when you bring a new sound to an audience, unless you're particularly happy with it and can convince your audience that they should like it as much as you do, it can be a little difficult to get it to them
RK: and I say all THAT because I noticed in that same story that the comfort level of your audience began to drop with the newness that you were bringing to them
RK: has that experience affected you as an artist, and if so, how?

TD: well, there was a huge shift when i came out. people thought i was crazy. my last album (the muse) had done very well and i was in pre-production on my gospel album...and it was like it was just too much for many of the people who had been following me. my quest has always been to be honest and, like so many of my heroes, tell my story through the music...i am not one of those glossy artists who reveals nothing...it all hangs out with me...and this year has been the hardest year of my life. this year, i understood what i felt like to want to die. i understood what it felt like to never want to sing again. i understood what it felt like to resent the gift and the call on my life. i am blessed to have great friends and mentors who "held the space" for me when i just wanted to, and was making every attempt to, walk away from it.
TD: But...in that, and as a result of that, my vision was crystallized...my confidence was returned...and actually came back stronger...It's the ying-yang effect. If on one hand there is such a pull for me to walk away...the flip-side would have to be that there is a great purpose that i have yet to accomplish...messengers were sent to remind me of that...from out of no where...helped me center again...
TD: i have always believed that there is a "tribe" of people that i am called to assemble...people that will "find" the work just as i found the work of my favorite artists...it's a huge part of the reason i am relocating to NYC in just a few weeks...being seated in a place that encourages artistry...where there is a larger stream of people...being able to create in a place, much like that holiness church i grew up in, that encourages individual expression.

RK: this "tribe" you mention
RK: is this the "team" the healer asks about in "the icon's pen"?

TD: no. the "team" that the healer was referring to is like my personal assortment of spirit guides who work on my behalf...everyone has one...they just may not be aware of it. the tribe i am referring to is an assortment of people that will gravitate to the work because they find some identification with it. one of my other heroes, laura nyro, always referred to her fan base as a tribe, because her ultimate goal, as is mine, is to create community: a community of true diversity.

RK: I see
RK: and when you do create this community, where would you fall in? or would you?

TD: well, as an artist, i would simply continue creating and hopefully inspiring those within the community to do the same: to find their voice and expression. my shows are always more of a collaborative effort than something with me as a centerpiece. my background singers are more front singers with me than anything remotely behind me. i have always featured other artists within the context of my shows...so...i hope that i can simply help create the space for others to do the same. i've often toyed with the idea of creating a worship center of some sort, but i don't like the hierarchy of the church, so there would have to be something creative in terms of the structure...

RK: that's a whole new discussion on its own

TD: right.

TD: lol

RK: one last thing I want to touch on with your book (I'm trying not to spoil it but there's so much info in here)

TD: lol

RK: actually, let's talk about the shoutouts at the beginning of the book

TD: ok

RK: the first person you actually thank is "Isis"
RK: what was that about?

TD: well, this past year, i discovered my connection with the Isis/Osiris story via a book called "The Passion of Mary Magdalen" by Elizabeth Cunningham, which landed in my hands at precisely the right moment. I was living a piece of the Isis story and until that realization, the heartbreak I was experiencing made no sense to me. So, I referenced that at the beginning of the book because of how pivotol that experience was/is for me.

RK: Understood

RK: so where can people get "Snapshots"?

TD: people can order it at www.lulu.com/timdillinger and there is a link at www.timdillinger.com that will take them there as well. i'm in the process of setting up some book readings as well, so all of that can be tracked on the site...

…Tim Dillinger has also conducted interviews with the likes of Bishop Carlton Pearson and other talented, controversial individuals. More about Tim Dillinger can be found at his blogspot at http://www.outtheboxwithtimdillinger.com and www.timdillinger.com.

[By the way, Tim gave me some compliments on the blog, and I had to include them.]

TD: i really appreciate what you are doing with your blog, etc.
TD: people need the insight...
TD: so at the risk of cliche, be encouraged.

RK: I appreciate it

TD: you are a great writer.

RK: goes with my long-windedness as a preacher

TD: lol. yes and amen. underneath it all, we're all "bards" and that's what we do. we just love words.

Earthtones!

2008-12-01T09:08:00.000-08:00

[There's always a story.]

A couple days ago, my dad was watching PBS, and he called me downstairs repeatedly to check out some of the music that was going on. It was an ode to the oldies: O'jays, Jerry Butler, and the like.

[Yes I'm just now appreciating the O'jays...everybody learns at a different speed, thank you very much.]

I probably didn't show it, because I was trying to prepare a Sunday school lesson for the next morning, but I was actually pretty into it.

So today I was checking out this guy,

And I ran by the page he had in his description.
http://www.myspace.com/earthtonemusicgrp

I Love Music is CRAZY. Enough said.

Snapshots

2008-12-01T05:09:00.000-08:00

If you have not heard of Tim Dillinger, you have officially done yourself a great injustice, and I suggest you rectify that by visiting his myspace right away.

I'm serious! Go! Don't even bother wasting time reading the rest of this entry.

But just in case you decided to stick around and finish this first, let me just officially inform you that you need to hear this dude. If iron sharpens iron, then I argue that soul also sharpens soul, and that's what I feel when I hear his voice. I'll go ahead and prepare you: it's a bit unusual. The best voices are.

I got a chance to chat with him about his new book, "Snapshots" (available in about a week), and...

You know how you can tell when someone writes their own stuff? I literally had difficulty keeping to the book within my own mind during the interview, because he's incredibly profound, and he makes you think (which is a bit too real for some Christians, but hey, let me not unnecessarily stir up a blaze...)

You'll find out for real next week. I'll be posting the interview to coincide with the book release.

Until then, find Tim here:
www.timdillinger.com
www.myspace.com/timdillinger
http://outtheboxwithtimdillinger.blogspot.com

One side of the Issue: California's Proposition 8

2008-11-13T11:30:00.001-08:00

For more information on Proposition 8, please visit the following sites:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/California_Proposition_8_(2008)
http://www.protectmarriage.com/
http://www.noonprop8.com/

My view?

Later.

I just wish Olberman had done this talk 10 days ago.

Something to consider...full length article coming soon.

2008-11-13T01:40:00.000-08:00

Something to Consider...coming soon (edited)
Initially I compared Langston Hughes to Tyler Perry, but apparently, the better research question is:
Is Langston Hughes yesterday's Soulja Boy?
Hughes' contemporaries seemed to think so.

More to come...

Hmmm...

2008-11-03T13:40:00.000-08:00

I'm not gonna talk about this just yet...I just want to put it out there.

It's Here!

2008-11-03T12:12:00.000-08:00

Bapostogic mixtape has finally arrived!

(I don't really like the voice on this trailer, but it's interesting.)

I'm gonna have to mull this one over a bit before I write a true review. I like it, but that's not enough for a full review. I will say that of the 20 tracks, my favorites are (in order of appearance):

Gospop Milli Mix
The Blood
The Funky Evidence
A Year Ago 1967
My Father'z House 1962
Make You Happy
Bapost.o.g.i.c

I'll stop right there for now.

I don't know if I told you guys here, but...

2008-10-21T05:48:00.001-07:00

You see that keyboard in the column to the right?

Yea. I own it now. Bladaow.

And I'm already being hated on for it.

It's funny. Oh well. It was a hell of a sacrifice for me to get, and it's still a hell of a sacrifice for me to prove again and again every day that I deserve that gift, and that I'm not a wicked and lazy servant. So I really don't have time to be concerned about people hating.

Plus, I'm in school. The freak am I doing here?

Back in a couple months.

Virginity and Purity

2008-10-20T13:46:00.000-07:00

It seems this particular virtue did not get the memo. He still shows up to parties in tow with his ward, clad in an embarrassing, bright red and orange, checkered ensemble that he hasn't been able to fit just right into since the '30s. He just wants to stand out. He did not watch enough movies to realize that by year 40--or even by year 30--he's well overstayed his welcome.

He saunters around the room, awkwardly distant from everyone around him, yet with an air of accomplishment. Of course he does; since his ward still wears his promise ring, he is totally not a slut—thank you, Jordin Sparks, for being such an easily irritable, defensive jackass and showing it with your rude comment at the MTV Video Music Awards. He looks down on those around him, not realizing in his naiveté that everyone else is looking down at his and his ward's inexperience. He is closed off from the world, apparently waiting for his protégé to find that one special person to open up to, after which this overprotective stain on the ego will expire from his ward, leaving them to live happily ever after.

Yes, friends, I am talking about Virginity. The silent killer. The one guys hide in their closets, and the one some women falsify and display until it’s time to take somebody home at the end of the night. This virtue spends his time hovering over his ward, protecting—or overprotecting—him or her from being taken advantage of by the evil, evil perils of exposure.

Though Virginity has been looked down upon in recent years as the mark of inexperience, he has his perks. For example, no virgin has ever been represented in that awful Valtrex commercial in which the male portion of a heterosexual couple proclaims proudly, “I have herpes. She doesn’t. And we’re trying to keep it that way.” Usually, you can rely on your virginity to keep you free from venereal diseases. We have all sat through horror movies disguised as sex education classes and been stabbed repeatedly in the optical organs with mesmerizing images of ordinarily frivolous infirmities that have festered over time. And if you haven’t, shame on you; it’s really a wonderful experience. Virginity actually provides amusement for his ward at these indoctrinating scare sessions when they can just watch the others ransack their brains, searching through the memories of their obviously numerous sexual partners to make sure that they did not acquire any symptoms of stage 4 syphilis.

Yes, Virginity has his perks. Virginity has been courted for years by churches all over America, from the excessive, right-winged evangelicals who preach not only against pregnancy out of wedlock, but against contraception and barriers in general, to parents who would rather believe that their children are still the same five-year-olds they became attached to sixteen years ago than sit them down and have “the talk”. Virginity certainly has his place. Virginity exists for that rare case female who—usually by choice—proudly professes her “purity” until marriage. Virginity lives also for that even rarer-case male who—either by choice or by default; either instance is acceptable—will wait for that special moment until he will let his Virginity go.

The preceding circumlocutory tools simply suggest that Virginity's biggest accomplishment is also his biggest flaw: his association with the virtue Purity. The naiveté and inexperience that gives Virginity and his followers—virgins—their bad name is synonymous with the lack of negative experience and the newness that defines his pride. And very often, it can be postulated that those who harass Virginity and his virgins for their relationship with Purity are just jealous of the “pure’s” accomplishments, and have therefore redefined what it means to be a venerable member of society with experience rather than adherence to innate purity. Of course, there would be little problem with Virginity if he had not chosen to integrate himself with such a massive portion of society; after all, who wants to be dirty? However, what makes this association so much more grievous is that Virginity has no right in his mainstream, Judeo-Christian American form to associate and necessarily compare himself with Purity.

Purity’s beauty shines like the sun from her large, discriminating eyes, and even through her disapproving scowls. Amazement never ceases to show itself within her marriage to Virginity. Mankind carelessly thrust Virginity against Purity’s bosom, and the couple begat children like Cleanliness, Recyclovirgin (the black sheep of the family; the second-chance child), Hivtest (the child through which Virginity and Purity acquire the most accountability for the family), and several others too obscure and meaningless to name. Purity has watched as countless cousins have integrated themselves into her family; every time the in-laws, Slut, Whore, Tramp, Trollop, and Nympho drop by for a visit, Purity retreats into the nearest corner. Sure, she remains visible, for how else will one be able to improperly mimic her discriminating eyes? However, their association seems invalid, and the people—especially in the Judeo-Christian culture—who ineptly forced Virginity and Purity together like a rectangular rod into a triangular slot may have seriously injured Purity.

Virginity married upwards. A Judeo-Christian culture that embraces the innate evil, impure nature of mankind also suggests that mankind is born with an innate Purity that is robbed from them, along with Virginity through experience. However, the same Judeo-Christian culture suggests that Purity is gained later on in life, even after years of experience, provided that the toxins gathered through the years are shed so that Purity can occupy a space.

I must disclaim again any idea that suggests any problem with Virginity, Purity, or Judeo-Christian roots. Even if there are problems, the focus is not on their livelihoods, but on their interactions. Purity and Virginity do not go well together, especially since Purity, when she is widowed from Virginity, is forced into obscurity and falsely accused of absence. Perhaps before the days of suffrage, Purity would have been lifeless without the care-taking nature of Virginity, but now Purity is more powerful and frankly, she can hold her own without being forced on Virginity. Unfortunately for him, he has not realized her new independence.

So now, Purity bides her time. Recyclovirgin, Cleanliness, and Hivtest will soon show their mother’s characteristics, rather than their father’s. She will no longer reside in the background of Virginity; she will have her own spotlight, and under the stage make-up, her disapproving scowl will become a slightly more welcoming smirk—the in-laws will still have to stay away. Not to say that Virginity will be dethroned entirely, of course. He can learn to live without relying so heavily on Purity. The churches, parents of pubescent children, the rare-case females, and the rarer-case males will continue to court Virginity for his usual tenure. He still serves a function in keeping venereal diseases away; he may not be the only person functional at the job, but let’s face it: he is the best. And he can ride that success for as long as he wants.

Just don’t forget: Purity is her own woman now.

I'm on a Jazz tip right now...

2008-10-16T09:30:00.000-07:00

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Miles_Davis

You know what's awesome?

2008-10-15T10:42:00.000-07:00

And I don't get in much to mention awesome stuff.

In case you're not understanding, he's following the ORIGINAL Coltrane sax solo on piano (Motif series keyboard), and later he follows the bass line on the bass guitar while carrying the Coltrane solo.

The name of the song is "Giant Steps" by the way.

Goes by the name of Kevin Wyatt...haven't been able to find much info on him besides this...I'll have to look a bit deeper.

Bad. You hear me? Baaad.

I cut my hair!...

2008-10-07T20:58:00.000-07:00

Ok. Not because this is relevant to the blog in any way, but just because I figured you need something to chew on while I'm off on my "education and work spree."

How presumptuous! When you could just as easily visit one of the blogs on the bloglist to the right and dump me altogether.

Anyway, yea. I didn't cut off the mohawk, but I shortened it significantly. I can't even grab the whole top with my hand anymore.

The process--cutting my own hair--took about 3 hours, and I'm still not satisfied with how it came out. Then again, this is the second time I've ever tried to cut my own hair, and the first time since 9 years ago when I took a razor to my head, nicked myself a couple times and had to go bald for a week or so. Anyway, I digress. The process was long and drawn out because the clippers I was using (God bless the manufacturers) kept running out of battery power, so I had to wait on it to recharge At one point, I fell asleep for about a half-an-hour. Hence me being up at 12:03 writing a blog about my hair.

Of course a barber could have done it better. But I still haven't told you why I can't stand Goodphellaz, and I just don't like being so overcharged for a haircut just because it's a mohawk--who in the hell charges a $10 style fee on an advertized $15 haircut? And it ain't even like the style was all that intense--and I think my biggest problem with Goodphellaz is that the prices are so fluid that dudes end up just spouting out a number, and I ain't about to haggle with somebody over a haircut. It's JUST hair. Not to mention customer service was deplorable, the manager suggested (actually said) he'd hire someone who couldn't cut hair over someone who could based on whether they had a barber's license (really?) and it was too obvious that dude didn't know what he was doing with my hair--I haven't been back.

But again, I digressed. A good barber could have done a much better job in 45 minutes to an hour, but I haven't been feeling barber shops lately. So I haven't been. Maybe I'll go tomorrow though so they can fix the mess I've made. Pictures will be up tomorrow.

Oh. The Love Lockdown video is out...I'll add that tomorrow too. But let me just warn you that to even begin to understand the theme of the video, it will require some thought. More thought than you put into that last Soulja boy video.

Honestly though...I still haven't begun to understand what Kanye was going for. It's interesting though.

Ok...

2008-10-01T07:51:00.001-07:00

So yes, I'm short on time, and I didn't even have time to do a drawn out birthday blog entry, but this story here just pissed me off enough for me to blog about it:

Are...you...serious?! Really?

The biggest problem for me was the letter sent in by the "frustrated" parent who claims that "ALLOWING" (actual word) the religious message is wrong and scary.

Allowing? And these are the same hypocrites that want free speech. Allowing? The school didn't sanction it. The school didn't ask for it. The school just left their hands off, and let the kid THINK and CHOOSE. Isn't that what America is supposed to be about?

Hypocrites. Pisses me off. Let the kid say what she wants if she's not attacking anybody, and I don't see how real love can attack anybody.

Ugh.

Lifeway Censors Gospeltoday Over Female Cover

2008-09-24T12:32:00.000-07:00

I've been hearing random rants here and there, and a commentary is here: http://www.cnn.com/2008/US/09/23/martin.hairston/index.html

I don't have a view on it yet, because I don't know enough of the story to make a comment. I can say, however, that whatever it is, it's probably going to be stupid of Lifeway. We'll see though.

Destiny Praise

2008-09-23T06:35:00.000-07:00

The last time I preached from a pulpit, I preached from John 8:1-11. I spoke about adultery against God, having to go through stuff that God didn't plot for you--please don't get it twisted, not every problem you go through is brought on by God; sometimes it's your fault--and recovering from being outside of the plan of God.

That was on April 20th.(I'm terrible with dates; I actually had to go look that up).

Anyway, it wasn't two days later when I heard this song, which basically sang EVERYTHING I had preached about. It was one of the best confirmations I had ever gotten in my life.

This is the group that sang it. I will say that for that particular single, I'm not excessively impressed with the production or the quality of it, or the arrangement. I think it's because for most of the verses, the snare they use is a snap, and...I don't know...it feels kinda low. Personally, I would have made different instrumental and mixing decisions. But who am I to talk, right?

The group is actually pretty hot. And I'd heard the instrumental for "Broken" before, but I didn't know that this was the group it was attributed to. I will say that this beat is crazy.

If you're any sort of gospel head, you'll recognize "Changed" as a redone classic, and "Lion of Judah" as a slightly different version from Beverly Crawford's version, and I'm sure there are others. I don't mind, because they did take ownership of the songs, did them their own way, and it wasn't a reduction in quality nor was it cheesy, like most artists like to do.

Check 'em out.

Also, cool beard, dude.

We Love You (Live)

2008-09-17T11:16:00.000-07:00

J Moss feat Byron Cage and Marvin Sapp

w00t! More drums!

And this time I own the sticks, and they didn't break!

I have herpes...

2008-09-11T08:50:00.000-07:00

She doesn't. And we're trying to keep it that way...

And now we're doing more to keep it that way...

I'm a bit late...

2008-09-02T13:18:00.000-07:00

And a little offensive, but

"That thing you got behind you is amazing..."
"Let it rain"
"She got me sayin'"
"Walk it out"
...

Which black person pieced this song together?

More Ton3x news

2008-09-02T13:16:00.001-07:00

Blogger alert!

2008-08-30T14:48:00.000-07:00

I don't know if you guys know, but I'm a PHE (peer health educator) at Georgia State, and have been one for a couple years or so.

Well, we got a new addition to the team earlier this month, and he's turned out to be a pretty cool guy. Kinda quirky (reminds me a bit of myself in a way...but then again, who doesn't these days?), but yea. He's cool. Check him out.

The Carter Factor. "Positive values for you b*tches."

History in the making?

2008-08-29T06:00:00.000-07:00

Boy, I don't know how many of you guys saw the speech yesterday. It was all I saw of the DNC, but when I tell you that place was electric! For almost 5 minutes all Obama could say was thank you, because the crowd wouldn't stop cheering. Denver Broncos stadium was packed beyond normal capacity and people were waiting outside to get in. Even Clinton supporters went to hear Obama one last time to see if they would change their minds and support him. It was historic, without a doubt. I almost wonder why I asked that question in the title. The speech was given (it's common knowledge) on the 45th anniversary of MLK Jr.'s "I Have a Dream" speech. Heck, even McCain had some incredibly vague words of congratulations for Obama (you may have to scroll down to see the video).

"How perfect that your nomination would come on such a historic day!"

And then he spoke. And my did he speak. In the words of a really good friend of mine, "he ripped the republicans a new one."

He called out John McCain as an elitist, suggesting that McCain considered "Middle Class" to be anyone who makes $5M a year. "It's not that John McCain doesn't care. It's that John McCain doesn't get it," said Obama.

What really got me though was the stuff he said about himself. He made some bold statements and promises: Raising teachers' wages, investing in energy saving practices, cutting dependence on foreign oil in 10 years...and I need to stop there for a minute.

For Obama to cut foreign oil dependence in 10 years--and I don't even know how he intends to do it--his plan would have to be so fricking awesome that two years after the absolute max of his terms, whoever came afterwards would have to have been so enamored with this plan that they'd pick it up for the next two years.

Much of Obama's planning has to do with rallying the country to step up. He called out Americans, saying that the ones who deserves taxbreaks were the hard workers, and the real hardworking folks in America was being punished for their hard work. He praised workers, family, and other easy traditional American values.

He even took some stances on gay marriage, even though it was kinda shaky...and you could tell in his voice that he was thinking "I'm taking a huge risk with this one." He basically said that gay marriage may not pass in the next 4 years, but the LGBTQIQ Community (which he just called Gay and Lesbians) should be allowed to visit their significant others in the hospital at least.

My sum up: Obama pissed some people off. I know it. He was direct and powerful, and he has the ability to rally the people. I feel like if America votes him in as president, he'd have their support. So I'm really not even worried about his assassination, because I know it would only come from a grassroots, closed-minded, archaic attempt at throwing the country in a frenzy at the worst possible time out of extreme selfishness. I just really noticed that Obama has a very strong people-oriented government plan, and I don't know if after 8 years of saying "how is Bush going to protect us," the people are going to be ready to do some work. Nobody likes change but a wet baby, and I don't know if many of the people realize that the government is not just going to change around them; everybody has to change.

I think the changes are good. And hopefully, with Obama's ability to rally people, the changes will come full-force. But the campaigning won't be over after this election, and it probably won't even take a break.

(By the way, in terms of picture sources, most of my pictures come from online sources. To find the source itself, click on the picture. It will open in another window (or tab; your choosing) and the location will be in the Navigation bar. Or you could just right-click the picture and say "copy location" and paste it somewhere else, but why would you want to do a thing like that?)

Obama Chooses Biden

2008-08-25T07:14:00.000-07:00

So if you haven't heard by now (first of all, shame on you), Obama has chosen Joe Biden as his running mate.

from the Chicago Tribune

So first glance...

Huge differences. Most obvious? The racial issue.

Second on the docket? Age. Biden is 65.

He's been in the senate since the late 1970's, and some columnists from CNN have said that Biden's experience will make up for Obama's lack thereof.

The question also arose though: if Obama is trying to enact "change," why bring in an attack dog like Biden who's been in the game so long he's probably used to the status quo? The optimistic side says it is first necessary to learn the rules before you can properly break them, and Biden will be Obama's teacher in terms of old laws.

Also, Obama can have faith that Biden will know who's in charge when it is time to break the rules.

So it seems. We'll let it play out, shall we?

I'm back in school!

2008-08-21T13:05:00.000-07:00

Alright, folks, so here's the deal.

My entries have been a little sloppy and short lately...and partly it's because I've been trying to guard from rambling and such...I have a tendency to do that.

But now it's also gonna be because my time is limited...I'm now a full time student (and I MEAN full time...18 credit hours), so I'm ALREADY feeling the effects.

Anyway, what I may end up doing is posting some relevant material from my classes on the site, provided I don't get accused of plagiarizing from this site...which would suck.

Anyway, yea. Expect a bit less, but a bit more at the same time.

Chew on it. Swallow. You like it, don't you?

Heck yea you do.

Tough news

2008-08-21T10:41:00.001-07:00

http://www.cnn.com/2008/CRIME/08/21/tenn.school.shooting/index.html

There is nothing new under the sun...

2008-08-21T10:37:00.001-07:00

Who came first? Who cares?

This was funny...

2008-08-21T10:19:00.000-07:00

Phelps is weird looking.

Now that we've established that, I have a few questions:

1) Why she had to be the black one?
2) Launching personal attacks...kinda crappy, don't you think?
3) Saying "ew" to making out with your little brother is kinda customary, no?

How silly.

More Ton3x news

2008-08-15T06:25:00.000-07:00

It's officially an anachronism to call Anthony Williams II by the name "Tonex" since the release of the Naked Truth Mixtape--or probably even before that, with the release of the song Naked Truth on his myspace page.

The name is now TON3X. Same pronunciation. But "Tonex" is dead, according to an interview by VesselVibe magazine, a magazine I never even heard of until I noticed that Ton3x had it plastered all over his page.

Anyway, the interview is solid. And it's part of the reason Ton3x intrigues me so much...his power, skill, and style as a musician, performer, preacher, etc is something I as a musician can shoot for...for now anyway.

I haven't got my money yet, but when I do, I'm still trying to go buy the Bapostogic mixtape.

Also on the soon to be acquired list:
"Nigger," Nas
"Metropolis: The Chase," Janelle Monae

Happy Birthday Chase!

2008-08-14T07:10:00.000-07:00

This cat here is something else. He's one of my closest friends--we have a strange friendship/relationship/marriage lol. (Again, let's all gasp together...ready? Ok. GASP!!!!) But we've grown closer over the years, and his is one of the few friendships that I'm particularly secure about.

He's also the reason I started blogging here, and the reason I even have a blog (he designed it).

He makes a lot of people smile with his sharp wit and his extravagant stunts and shows, and he's an avid thinker who at times inspires me to think beyond. In short, because I could ramble on and on and none of this would end up making any sense, he's just freaking awesome.

Therefore,

(Yea I made it in paint. So what?!)

GoodPhellaz

2008-08-12T17:29:00.001-07:00

Indeed, they are phellaz.

Good?

Hardly. I'll explain tomorrow. Just know it's pretty negative. To me anyway.

Pitch Black

2008-08-12T09:14:00.000-07:00

So I was perusing Guitar Center's website when I caught a glimpse of these little beauties...

The look is hot to me. The sound?

Well, you'll have to decide for yourself.

Just the Crash Ride goes for about $170 at Guitar Center, and according to musicradar.com, a complete set (7 cymbals, even though the picture above has 8) goes for about $1803, even though music radar's Crash Ride quote is significantly higher.

Apparently they're designed for rock, and designed to be loud. We'll see though. I'm gonna wait for more reviews--or my own chance to mess around with them (yea right) before I jump on the band wagon.

Um...no

2008-08-12T08:48:00.000-07:00

Hmmm...Nelly, Akon, Ashanti.

I thought I'd give these three a chance to work together. But the awkward Nelly yelling doesn't really do it for me.

Neither does some of that "singing."

Neither does that line from "Touch my Body" by Ashanti.

I like everything but Country

2008-08-12T08:26:00.000-07:00

The more I hear that, the more I wonder.

It just seems like the cool thing for black folks to say. "I like everything..."(which means you're educated past hip/hop and R&B) "except country" (but you still can't make me white.)

Silly? I think so. I think it's silly that country is such an out of reach genre for people that this crap is the hottest collab for country and hip hop. And honestly, I have very little against this song, but it's incredibly simplistic. It was a start. And people are looking at it's the finish, and the best that will come from a country/hip-hop collab.

I honestly feel like if people gave country music a chance, beyond the heavy alcoholic references, redneck culture, and in some places, a die-hard devotion to the Confederacy, Country as a music genre can be pretty good. In terms of instrumentation and arrangement, country music can be really good.

That said, you find a few songs that escape CMT and make its way onto VH1, and escape 94.1 the Bull (exclusively country I think) and make it on to 99.7 (Hits). For example, Carrie Underwood's "Before He Cheats." No matter who you are, that song was hot.

Recently, though, another song has escaped from CMT and made appearances in the pop mainstream: "All Summer Long" by Kid Rock.

It's alright. Either the key signature is kinda hard to follow, or when the guitar solo comes in, he's in a completely different (and by different, I mean wrong) key. They might argue they did it on purpose...I'm not buying it.

The song's alright though. Does it necessarily count as country? I don't know...CMT doesn't typically play much outside of country though, and I caught it there this morning. Anyway, here. Some country flavor for you.

Reel music.

2008-08-11T13:30:00.000-07:00

You know what touches me most about this song?

Listen close to what the lead is singing about.

"Cigarrette in my right hand"
"Coulda been a junkie"
"Sittin in the gutter,"
"with a needle in my arm, trying to find a vein"
"The weed I used to smoke
Coulda been laced with angeldust, so I woulda had a fit."

This ain't your momma's "I once was sick and couldn't get well" testimony.

And I remember how the president of a choir that I used to direct tried to come to them with a testimony about how his marriage was falling apart, and instead of helping him and praying for him, everyone was pissed off because they knew his wife, and one woman was his mother-in-law. So the hell what? God knows everybody anyway.

It makes my blood boil every time I think about how that choir screwed that guy over. But he's at peace now, he tells me. And they'll be straightened up soon enough.

But this right here is a REAL testimony, and for y'all cookie-cutter Christians who can't handle the truth of the real FECES-filled, stagnant quagmire of a septic cesspool that God brought some of us out of, you might need to check your walk.

Industry loses greats

2008-08-11T06:02:00.000-07:00

I'll go in order of death...

After a little over a week in the hospital, Bernard McCollough, better known as Bernie Mac, died in Northwestern Memorial Hospital from complications stemming from pneumonia. There are talks that it was linked to sarcoidosis, but the disease had apparently gone into remission from 2005. Either way, it sucks. And what sucks even more is that for like a week, there were rumors circulating that the dude had already died, so I was kinda routing for him to come out of the hospital and be like "I told y'all I wasn't ready to go." But...he's gone. At 50.

Also,

Isaac Hayes, best known for the theme song for the 1971 movie, "Shaft," was "found dead" according to AOL.com yesterday. When his relatives found him, he was unconscious, and his treadmill was still going.

He also was the voice of Chef from the hit animated fiasco "South Park," but left after the show mocked Scientology, which Hayes has professed.

It's crazy...these are icons of our time...for a lot of people, Heath Ledger counts in this category too, but he died of an overdose. Mac died of illness, and Hayes died either of heart-failure (that's my personal guess...the way the story is reported, he was running on the treadmill and passed out...

I don't want to sound selfish here, but it's like coming to terms with your own mortality to watch icons that you thought had at least a couple more years in them just dying. Bernie Mac just finished doing a few jokes at an Obama get together that Obama had to denounce because they were divisive and offensive. And then he's gone. Just like that.

Crazy stuff yo. Pray for the families.

Again, I'm not great with death, so I don't know what to say besides pray for the families.

For those of you pissed off about me cursing occasionally...

2008-08-08T13:18:00.000-07:00

It's your choice to get offended...

Shout outs

2008-08-08T06:18:00.000-07:00

Ok, I know I haven't been around for this week. I've just been busy with training for PHE (Peer Health Education) from 9-5 all day, and those are my main access hours for blogging. Anyway, finally took a minute to steal away and share a couple of things that were on my mind.

First of all, shout out to the choir. You know who you are.

Let me just say that I'm tired of the bullshit. Straight up. Talking to the director, interacting with members of the choir, watching members of the choir interact, watching behavioral patterns, listening to how they sound on a Sunday morning, listening to how they sound during choir rehearsal...

All in all, it is incredibly fucked up. Back-biting, cracking rude jokes, disrespecting leadership, not standing up for yourself, being fake, being too weak to be strong and too strong to let God be strong, is ruining this choir.

I'm about ready to put y'all on Front Street, because you don't seem to understand how shitty this entire organization is right now. And I'm "cursing" and being real so I don't take any credibility for myself. I wouldn't and shouldn't have had to say anything for you to realize that this isn't right. And I hope you do see it so something will change, though I'm sure nothing will because you've been faking it for the past 4 plus years.

Yea. I said it.

Shout out to David Banner...I guess...

First let me say that there is method to my hateration. Certain songs don't make mention on this blog because they aren't even good enough for me to hate on. For example, this crap.

But anyway, the song was a good idea, and it was a good spin on relationships...granted it had its little commercial "then she sucked my dick" aspect to it, but all in all, it was a good try.

Sample from Weezy's "Lollipop." Good idea. Really. It just didn't work, because first of all, the sample was off pitch from the beat. Secondly, David Banner was on pitch with the beat, so yea...it was weird.

I also think he rode the hook too much, and beyond the first verse, the hook mainly made the song. That is to say, it was riding the success of Lollipop...good idea, probably, but whatever.

You can do better, dawg. And you're smart too.

Soapbox Derby: Gospel Music

2008-08-01T14:01:00.001-07:00

A little something to chew on for the weekend. I wrote this maybe a year ago as my "about me" on youtube, and I figured it'd be interesting for you to look at.

"...I selected "Gospel" because it's my driving force. Gospel is how I seriously learned music, and it's one of the reasons I am where I am today. It's where I get a lot of my riffs and chords and what not. I don't, however, like the direction that the Gospel music industry is headed in, and I hate the notion that all "gospel" music is inherently good, because it's all made and grouped by flawed humans. Who are we to even say what kind of music God likes? Know what I mean?

The entire nomenclature of Gospel Music is tricky. The Gospel literally is good news, and is traditionally associated with the overall good news of Christianity: that Jesus is our Savior, died on a cross, was resurrected, and is coming back soon to take His people with him. By that definition, though, a lot of preachers don't preach the gospel very much anymore. Granted, they preach the Bible, and the overarching theme of the Bible is this Gospel story that I described. Yet, preaching verse by verse is not necessarily good news based, especially if someone takes a wrath verse from the Bible and describes God's *bad* news. Know what I mean? And not every gospel song mentions Jesus, but that doesn't mean it loses its ability to minister His name to people.

I just don't think that the genre of Gospel is as untouchable as many people want to make it. Plus, I believe that people can be ministered to through all sorts of other man-made genres of music, because God is not a respecter of person, so He'll work through what He chooses.

In terms of my original tracks (that you probably haven't heard if you haven't been to my myspace page; /revkris) my main goal is to not put the same stuff out that's been out forever, and my influences are any artists who try to be different for a purpose. It's not enough just to be different, because being different just for the sake of being different is about as mindless as falling into the fads, except for the fact that you're now stupid and lonely. :)

But anyway, I'm not just Gospel. And I have no problem saying that. I'm a musician. That's all. But in every note I play, every chord I form, and every song I bang out, God gets the glory. That's what's most important to me."

I'm excited.

2008-07-31T12:51:00.000-07:00

I just like these because it's a glimpse into the industry beyond CD's and singles.

Boom kak is back too! I'm excited.

Friends in the biz...

2008-07-31T09:07:00.000-07:00

Make-up Artist. Model.

Multi-talented.

SoChevon.

Photo by K-Wud

I really like change; have I made myself clear?

2008-07-30T10:29:00.000-07:00

Send a JibJab Sendables® eCard Today!

"It's time for some campaignin'."

Maybe it's not funny...

2008-07-30T09:10:00.000-07:00

What the [beep] ever!

This was a pretty clever Budlight commercial. I won't get into the semantics of alcohol advertising and how "the big companies are ruining our lives," or whatever. Just laugh. For once in your [beep]ing life.

EARTHQUAKE!!!

2008-07-30T07:04:00.000-07:00

AOL News Item of the Day: Media Biased against Obama?

2008-07-28T11:07:00.000-07:00

Check this out.

Now there's a headline sure to make Rush Limbaugh's face a little redder. The claim comes to us from George Mason University's Center for Media and Public Affairs, which has studied network newscasts for 20 years running. After analyzing the nightly ebb and flow of our current race, the center's researchers see a pattern (Via the Los Angeles Times):

"...that ABC, NBC and CBS were tougher on Obama than on Republican John McCain during the first six weeks of the general-election campaign."

You read it right: tougher on the Democrat.

Just how does one measure "tougher," you ask?

"During the evening news, the majority of statements from reporters and anchors on all three networks were neutral, the center found. And when network news people ventured opinions in recent weeks, 28% of the statements were positive for Obama and 72% negative."

Yes, it seems as though the "Big Three" (cable TV and print journalism were not looked at in the study) are so sensitive to the accusation of liberal bias that they're going out of their way to knock the Illinois senator.

McCain also has been the recipient of negative commentary, but not nearly to the same degree:

"Network reporting also tilted against McCain, but far less dramatically, with 43% of the statements positive and 57% negative, according to the Washington-based media center."

While it is true that Obama gets more coverage than McCain, that coverage itself -- at least from the 3 major network -- tends to show a conservative bias. Here's how Robert Lichter, the director of The Center for Media and Public Affairs, put it:

"This information should blow away this silly assumption that more coverage is always better coverage,"

No, the old advertising adage -- there's no such thing as bad publicity -- doesn't hold true for politics. Just ask Gary Condit, or Ted Stevens.

But how many people really watch the Big Three anymore for their nightly shot of news? According to TVNewser, about 21 million Americans.

Though the influence of network news is falling fast, especially with younger Americans who are moving in droves to the internet for their information, 21 million eyes still represents a significant portion of the voting population.

So, could the pro-McCain bias be having an effect on the race? No doubt. Maybe it's the x-factor that commentators like Robert Novak have been searching for to explain why Obama still has only a 9-point lead over McCain in national polls. After all, we know that Obama tends to do better with younger voters, while McCain is the preference of those of advanced years. Not surprisingly, the Big Three networks also do well with older viewers, those Americans who have long ago settled into a routine of planting themselves in their recliners each and every night to receive that definitive half hour of world events. The question then, it seems to me, is whether ABC, CBS and NBC are playing to their audience of older viewers by being more critical of Obama, or if their coverage, in part, helps account for older voters' reticence to support the new guy.

[From AOL News]

When the red light comes on...

2008-07-28T08:11:00.001-07:00

...I change clothes.

[By the way, I found this picture using Google. I think it's a horrible picture.]

The buzz around the office this morning was that the Bad Girl video wasn't great (actually, they said "horrible"), so--having never seen it--I checked it out. You may also.

I will say this: it was a pretty good concept--for mainstream anyway, if you're trying to follow the trends and capitalize off of what's hot at the moment. Not that I think that the comic book theme will ever not be hot, clearly we're in Gotham City, and The Dark Knight just came out a couple of weeks ago. But yea, the comic book theme is always clever.

But it wasn't pushed far enough. The entire song is built around a transformation, but in the video, there's more emphasis on the red light than on an actual transformation. And on top of that, when they do transform, all they do is change clothes to black. They were sexy from beginning to end, they were slightly maniacal from beginning to end, and Shannon's part looks like it was tacked on.

They need to fiddle around with their images a bit more, because they have lots of avenues open to them. Good songs on the album. They just need to push the envelope a bit more.

Ok...

2008-07-25T06:42:00.000-07:00

So this makes 3 Jazmine Sullivan-related posts in a row. But this one was warranted.

Check her out at age 11.

Speaking of 11 year old singers...

This is the song Donovan was featured on.

And by the way...

2008-07-25T06:29:00.000-07:00

Need U Bad...

I'd like to see this chick tagteam with her on the song sometime.

Jazmine Sullivan

2008-07-24T12:43:00.000-07:00

I rarely get a chance to listen to secular radio. I usually ride with my mom to and from school--the sum of my radio exposure--and the dial is typically set to the gospel radio station.

So one day, I was chilling in the car while she was out shopping, and I switched to V103, and I heard this REALLY authentic reggae arrangement...and this really thick, gutter Jamaican patois that began "hey biaby, a whe yuh a deal wid?" Then I heard Missy Eliot yell, followed by this soulful voice.

The harmonies blew my mind; not really because they were particularly out of the box--they were actually pretty standard for a reggae jam, but they were so clean, and maybe it was her voice over it, but I just felt it. I felt the soul.

Of course, I wish the transition between the end of the verse and the beginning of the chorus was a little more precise...sounds like they just put two half-beats together rather than continuing it. Granted, that complaint only comes from me because I'm a musician and those 2 seconds are important to me. But a live performance of this song would be absolutely sick in every sense of the word.

The video is pretty nice too. Check her out.

More Nas

2008-07-24T06:06:00.001-07:00

So Nas was on the Colbert Report yesterday. Doing an interview on the Colbert Report doesn't really give you a chance to get your point on there...it's usually just Colbert being incredibly sarcastic and cracking jokes over every point you have to make--it's weird.

But he performed "Sly Fox"...

Lord knows I want this album.

Cory Henry

2008-07-23T11:06:00.002-07:00

Makes me sick.

Great Escape from Christian City

2008-07-23T10:38:00.000-07:00

This was found on Tonex's myspace page (among his blogs) some months ago. I did ask his permission to share this with people--and OMG he replied AND said yes...I was hyped on that for a few minutes...you know how famous people usually have all these forums for their fans and listeners to contact them, but they like NEVER reply, but they always do these lame youtube videos where they're all like "hey everyone, I got all your messages, but I just don't have time for all this crap. But I luv u all!!!!!!!!"

Anyway, I'm on a tangent. I did get his permission though for this. And I couldn't find it on his page last time I checked, but it was in my e-mail, so yea. This thing made me think though. And I hope it'll make you think too.

TONEX's GREAT ESCAPE FROM CHRISTIAN CITY

Tonex's Great Escape From Christianity-----

READ THIS IN ENTIRETY B4 you guys machine gun me with Scriptures Please

The Journey

In my dream I see the lone figure of a man following a road. As the sun sets beneath the hills, a city comes into view. Nearing it, the traveler sees what appears to be a large group of churches. Spires and crosses pierce the skyline. His pace quickens. Is this his destination? He passes an imposing structure, a neon sign flashing "Cathedral of the Future." Farther on a floodlit stadium supports a billboard boasting that a fifty thousand people crowd into evangelistic meetings there three nights a week. Beyond this, modest "New Testament" chapels and Hebrew Christian synagogues cluster together on the street front.

"Is this the City of God?" I heard the traveler ask a woman at the information booth in the central square.

"No this is Christian City, "she replies.

"But I thought this road led to the City of God!" He exclaims with great disappointment.

"That's what we all thought when we arrived," she answers, her tone sympathetic.

"This road continues up the mountain, doesn't it?" He asks.

"I wouldn't know, really," she answers blankly.

I watch the man turn away from her and trudge on up the mountain in the gathering
darkness. Reaching the top, he starts out into the blackness; it looks as though
there is nothing, absolutely nothing, beyond. With a shudder he retraces his steps into Christian City and takes a room at a hotel.

Strangely unrefreshed, at dawn he arises and follows the road up the mountain again; in the brightening light of the sun he discovers that what seemed like a void the night before is actually a desert, dry, hot, rolling sand as far as the eye can see. The road narrows to a path which rises over a dune and disappears.
"Can this trail lead to the City of God?" He wonders aloud. It appears to be quite deserted and rarely traveled.

Indecision slows his steps, he again returns to Christian City and has lunch in a Christian restaurant. Over the music of a gospel record, I hear him ask a man at the next table, "That path up the mountain, where the desert begins, does it lead to the City of God?"

"Don't be a fool!" his neighbor replies quickly. "Everyone who has ever taken that path has been lost... swallowed up by the desert! If you want God, there are plenty of good churches in this town. You should pick one and settle down."

After leaving the restaurant, looking weary and confused, the traveler finds a spot under a tree and sits down. An ancient man approaches and begins pleading with him in urgent tones, "If you stay here in Christian City, you'll wither away. You must take the path. I belong to the desert you saw earlier. I was sent here to encourage you to press on. You'll travel many miles. You'll be hot and thirsty; but angels will walk with you, and there will be springs of water along the way. And at your journeys end you will reach the City of God! you have never seen such beauty! And when you arrive the gates will open for you, for you are expected."

"What you say sounds wonderful," the traveler replies. "But I'm afraid I'd never survive that desert. I'm probably better off here in Christian City."

The ancient one smiles. "Christian City is the place for those who want religion but don't want to lose their lives. The desert is the territory of those whose hearts are so thirsty for God that they are willing to be lost in Him. My friend, when Peter brought his boat to land, forsook all and followed Jesus, he was being swallowed by the desert. When Matthew left his tax collecting and Paul his Pharisaism, they too were leaving a city much like this to pursue Jesus out over the dunes and be lost in God. So don't be afraid. Many have gone before you."

Then I see the traveler look away from the old man's burning eye to the bustle of Christian City. He sees busy people hurrying hither and yon with their Bibles and shiny attached cases, looking like men and women who know their destiny. But it is clear they lack something which the old man with eyes like a prophet possesses.
In my dream I imagine the traveler turning things over in his mind. "If I do go out there, how can I be sure that I will really be lost in God? In the Middle Ages Christians tried to lose themselves in God by putting the world behind them and entering a monastery. And how disappointed many of them were to find that the world was still there! And the people here in Christian City who are preparing to go to some jungle or a neglected slum, maybe they're coming closer to what it means to be lost in God. But then, a person can travel to the ends of the earth and not lose himself."

The traveler turns again to see the old person starting up the road for the narrow path down to the deserts edge. Suddenly, his decision mobilizes him and leaps to his feet, chasing after him. When he catches up, they exchange no words. The ancient man makes an abrupt turn to the right and guides him up still another slope which steepens as it rises toward a peak shrouded in a luminous cloud. The climb upward is very difficult. The traveler appears dizzy and begins to stagger. His guide pauses an offers him a drink from a flask hanging over his shoulder. Panting, he drinks it in great gulps. "No water ever tasted sweeter than this," he says with great feeling.
"Thank you."

Now look there." The old man points beyond them to a vista not nearly as monotonous and desolate as it had seemed earlier. The desert below has taken on many colors and gradation. In the far distance blazing light is throbbing and moving on the surface of the horizon like a living thing. "There is the City of God! But before you reach it, you will have to pass through those four wildernesses you see. Directly below us is the Wilderness of Forgiveness." The traveler notices small, dim figures making their way slowly in the direction of the city, separated from each other by many miles.
"How can they survive the loneliness?" Asks the traveler. "Wouldn't they benefit from traveling together?"

"Well, they aren't really alone. Each one of them is accompanied by the forgiveness of God. They are being swallowed by the desert of the Lord God's vast mercy. The Holy Spirit is saying to them as they travel, 'Behold the Lamb of God, who takes away the sin of the world!' They are made whole as they travel."

Just beyond there is an expanse of blue. "Is it sea?" Inquires the traveler.

"It looks like water, but it's a sea of sand. That's the Wilderness of Worship. Here, look through these glasses and you will see that people are walking there, too. Notice how they begin to group themselves here. They are having their first taste of the joy of the City worship. They are discovering how they were made for the worship of God. It is becoming their life, the white-hot source of everything they do."

"But don't people also worship back in Christian City? What's so special about that wilderness?"

"Worship, that is true worship, can begin only when a life has been utterly abandoned to the desert of God's presence. Out there the heart begins to worship the Father in spirit and truth."

Looking beyond the blue wilderness to where the desert rises in red and fiery mountains, the old man explains to the traveler that among those reddish mountains is the Wilderness of Prayer.

"Passing through that wilderness travelers find it necessary to turn away from every distraction and concentrate on prayer. They quickly learn that there is no possible way for them to survive but by crying out to God continuously. By the time they reach the outer extremes of that wilderness, prayer is their consuming passion and their supreme joy. It appears at first that the City of God is just beyond the Wilderness of Prayer. But there is one more wilderness hidden by those mountains, which you will pass through before you reach your destination. It is simply called the Harvest. You'll know it when you reach it. And beyond the Harvest is the City itself. Your name is known there. Your arrival is awaited with eagerness. Come, let's begin our journey."

"Nightfall doesn't seem to be a particularly propitious time to begin a journey like this," he says.

"Don't go back to Christian City," the old man exhorts, gazing at him earnestly."

"Not even at this hour? That way I could get a good night's sleep and start first thing in the morning," the traveler adds hopefully.

"But your rest is out there," he urges. "Walk on now, into the desert. The Holy Spirit will help you. Don't be afraid to be lost in God. You'll find your life nowhere else."
The Wilderness of Forgiveness

The old man has left the traveler standing alone at the edge of the desert as darkness falls. The lights of Christian City beckon from beyond him. I can imagine him thinking of the warmth of a friendly conversation over a warm meal and of going a sleep in a comfortable bed. But then his expression becomes resolute and he murmurs, "This is doubtless the road I have to take. I will find my life only by losing it, that's a certainty. But how can I know that if I take this path into the desert I will assuredly be lost in God and not merely lost? I can remember many people who took a solitary path which led them not to the City of God but into such unreal thoughts and spurious experiences that their minds an lives were destroyed. Surely the danger of settling for less than life in Christian City has to be weighed against the possibility of losing it in a wilderness of spiritual delusion. I'm sure that the darkness beyond contains not only the path to the City of God, but also countless trap doors to hell, where one can be lost in lonely vanity. How can I be sure of distinguishing the true path?" What I first think in my dreams to be a star hanging low over the horizon now take the shape of a cross hanging directly above the path in front of the traveler. He looks up and notices it, his face showing recognition. He whispers quietly, "Forgiveness." And then with deep reverence quotes: "'So Jesus also suffered outside the gate in order to sanctify the people through his own blood. Therefore, let us go forth to him outside the camp, bearing abuse for Him. For here we have no lasting city, but we seek the city which is to come..' Yes, I will go on!" The traveler says exultantly, taking his first steps into the desert.

As dawn breaks he sees nothing but sand and sky and a path which can be distinguished from all the others by the cross which hovers where the trail meets the horizon. As the day wears on it is obvious that the traveler is weary, thirsty, sick with heat. Just when it appears he cannot trudge another step, a stranger appears at his side.

"Over the next hill you will find a spring," she says.

"Keep going, you are almost there," she encourages him.

He is soon lying by a spring, drinking water and eating food which the helpful stranger provides.

"This is the Wilderness of Forgiveness," she explains to the traveler. "People often expect God's forgiveness to be like a beautiful park with fountains and rivers and green grass. They cannot understand why it should be a desert. Yet one has to learn that God's forgiveness is everything! And this is possible only in a desert, where a Christian comes to see nothing, appreciate nothing, hope in nothing but the cross of Jesus."

She quotes several passages from Galatians to the traveler:
But far be it from me to glory except in the cross of our Lord Jesus Christ, by which the world has been crucified to me, and I to the world. For neither circumcision counts for anything, nor uncircumcision, but a new creation. Peace and mercy be upon all who walk by this rule, upon the Israel of God...

I have been crucified with Christ; it is no longer I who live, but Christ who lives in me; and the life I now live in the flesh, I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave Himself for me. I do not nullify the grace of God; for if justification were through the law, then Christ died to no purpose.

"Do you think the apostle Paul traveled this Wilderness?" Asks the traveler.
"Yes, he did. For years Paul had worked very hard in the City of Religion, to be a religious man. Still he found no peace for his spirit. Then Paul met Jesus; and from the start, Jesus meant one thing to Paul: forgiveness. He was overwhelmed with it. The forgiveness of the cross was the theme of his life from then on. But Paul's first experience of the Kingdom of God as a reality in his life was right in this wilderness."

"So I'm walking where the apostles walked." The traveler's voice is full of awe.
"Remember when Peter lowered the net at the command of Jesus and brought it up loaded with fish? His immediate response was, 'Leave me Lord, I'm a sinner!' Jesus answered, 'Don't be afraid; from now on you will be catching men.' Implied in Jesus' answer was, 'I will take care of your sin.' And when they brought their boats to land, they left everything and followed Him here into this Wilderness of Forgiveness in pursuit of the cross. After Jesus had died for Peter's sins and risen for his justification and was about to fill Peter with the Holy Spirit, He said to this man who had denied Him three times, 'Simon, son of Jonas, Do you love me?... Feed My sheep.' And with this thrice-repeated question and command, Peter's life was healed with the forgiveness of his Lord."

"For years," the traveler tells her, "I've been trying to get beyond theoretical, doctrinal forgiveness, most probably what is taught in Christian City, in order to know forgiveness itself. I've wanted to be immersed, baptized, LOST, in it. I have longed to hear Jesus say to me personally, 'Take heart, brother your sins are forgiven.' I've wanted to have the blood of the cross flow into my heart and purify it."

"You have come to the right place. Before you reach the other side of this Wilderness, you will experience the relief of having that load of guilt, which still, in fact, weighs you down like a rock, rolled away. You will begin to walk before God without shame. Just as you were once obsessed with the need to build yourself up, you will soon be obsessed with the forgiveness of God."

"Obsessed with the forgiveness of God?"

"You will become so obsessed with God's mercy that you will be free, for the first time in your life, of other peoples opinions."

"Ha! Not me." His response is immediate.

"The woman who washed Jesus' feet with her tears was obsessed with His forgiveness to the point where she was heedless of the jeers and opinions of others. Or the cleaned leper, who joyfully fell at Jesus' feet giving thanks for more than the cleansing of his body; he had received the inner healing of forgiveness. When Zachaeus climbed a tree to see Jesus, he was watching his own forgiveness walking toward him down the road. So obsessed was he with the forgiveness which visited his life that day the chains of covetousness broke from his heart. You have come to the place where it will happen to you."

The traveler resumes his journey, his mysterious companion walking silently by his side for an hour or two then suddenly disappearing.
"What joy I feel!" The traveler exclaims aloud. "This must be what the disciples felt as they returned to Jerusalem after the ascension of Jesus."

"In the cross-shaped light, the traveler makes out the figure of another woman rising over the crest of the next dune and walking slowly down the slope toward him. He appears to recognize her. From his expression I gather that this person has wronged him. Her eyes are fixed on the traveler as she comes up to him.
"Will you forgive me?" She asks.

The traveler stops still. The woman draws closer, asking a second time, "Will you forgive me?" They are face to face when she asks for the third time, "Will you forgive me?" The traveler's mysterious companion is again at his side, quietly instructing him, "This Wilderness of Forgiveness is not only a place for receiving forgiveness, but also for giving it. This woman is but the first of a procession of people from your past whom you have never really forgiven. The supernatural forbearance which has flooded your being all day is being challenged by the bitterness buried in your soul for all these years. You have to make a choice. The sterile, shallow, lip service forgiveness of your past life is powerless even to be polite to this woman. But the forgiveness of God which has been flowing in to the point of becoming an obsession can flow out now if you will allow it to."

The traveler reaches out, takes the woman by the hand, looks into her eyes and replies, "Of course I forgive you!"

She weeps. And just as she forms the words, "Thank you," she is gone.
Then the man who called the traveler a fool in the restaurant back in Christian City comes running and panting toward him. Mopping his face with his handkerchief, the troubled man begins to beg forgiveness.

"Of course, of course," the traveler replies heartily. "It's nothing. Don't think another thing about it."

"Please don't take this matter so lightly. I NEED your forgiveness. Will you REALLY forgive me, from the bottom of your heart?"

"But I already have," returns the traveler. His companion illuminates the situation for him: "He needs your FORGIVENESS. Not courtesy, but active, genuine forgiveness. He needs your LOVE."

"My friend, you are forgiven," the traveler tells him earnestly with respect in his voice.
With visible relief the man sighs, "Thank you!" And disappears into the desert air. His companion reminds him of the verse in Matthew 18 which reads:
Then Peter came up and said to Him, "Lord, how often shall my brother sin against me, and I forgive him? As many as seven times, but seventy times seven."
The Wilderness of Worship

"Water! Who would have thought that in the middle of this desert there would be a sea!" The traveler is exclaiming to himself when next I see him in my dream. From the brow of a mammoth dune he looks down into an expanse of blue stretching to the horizon. "But no, it isn't water," he remembers. "The old man on the mountain pointed to this as the beginning of the second wilderness." As he descends the hill to its edge, the strange sea of sand is not as flat as it seemed from above. There are waves of blue extending into the distance like a frozen ocean. "Perhaps there is a relationship between this and 'the sea of glass' before the throne of God. Perhaps the waves will flatten out as I approach the City of God."

Suddenly a person of unearthly beauty is standing a few feet away from the traveler. "Greetings," the being says. "It's a long way across this stretch. Many have perished trying to make it on foot. I offer you a better way."

"A better way?" Asks the traveler. "Yes, I have the power to cross this wilderness in a split second. And if you will let me, I can take you with me. I can have you safe on the other side directly."

"What must I do?"

"All I require is a token act. If you will merely kneel to pay me homage, I will lift you across this wilderness with the speed of light.."

"But that would be to worship you, wouldn't it?"

"Why do you find that strange? People do it every day. You did it yourself long before you came to this wilderness. The citizens often worship me in Christian City. Some there worship money and serve it like slaves. Their eyes light up at the thought of it. But the love of money is only a symbol of my reality."

"You aren't reaching me with your talk of money. It's never been a problem in My life," the traveler retorts. "How about romance? What could be more beautiful or innocent than being in love? But when the state of being in love becomes a goal and dominates the mind, there is idolatry involved. And it is 'yours truly' behind that idol," he says triumphantly. "But the most personally satisfying worship I receive comes from men and women who are pursuing religious successes."

"Well," the traveler cuts his boasting short, "If I have to worship you in exchange for quick trip across this wilderness, I'll gladly walk, if it takes forever!"

At this, the bewitching creature vanishes in defeat.

I soon hear the traveler reasoning with himself again: "In Christian City it is possible to go through all the surface motions of faith in God whiles one's real worship, the thing which obsesses the mind day and night, is idolatry. Now that I have left there I can survive only if I'm lost in the worship of God. God has said: 'Behold, I am doing a new thing; now it springs forth, do not perceive it? I will make a way in the wilderness and rivers in the desert. The wild beasts will honor me, the jackals and the ostriches; for I give water in the wilderness, rivers in the desert, to give drink to my chosen people, the people whom I formed for myself that they might declare my praise.'"
"Perhaps such worship can be formed only in this desert, with its dryness and pounding heat, searing light and eerie silence."

These reflections are interrupted by a sudden crescendo of indescribable music, singing of unearthly beauty. Voices seem to be everywhere. Yet no one is visible. From the top of a blue wave, the traveler sees seven people standing in a hollow with their hands raised heavenward, uttering the praises to God. In the midst of this music, his mysterious companion returns. Filled with joy, the traveler tells her, "Do you notice how the seven worshipers are really surrounded by a multitude of magnificent beings whose voices blend with theirs? I fell that out here in the desert I have, in a mystery, already entered the outskirts of the City of God."

"But you have come to Mount Zion and to the city of the living God, the heavenly Jerusalem, and to innumerable angels in festal gatherings, and to the assembly of the firstborn who are enrolled in heaven, and to a judge who is God of all, and to the spirits of just men made perfect, and to Jesus, the mediator of a new covenant, and to sprinkled blood that speaks more graciously than the blood of Abel... Therefore let us be grateful for receiving a kingdom that cannot be shaken, and thus let us offer to God acceptable worship, with reverence and awe; for our God is a consuming fire."

After some time the song ceases. Everything becomes still. No one is in sight but the seven worshipers, who bid the traveler God's peace and file over the dune, leaving him alone with his companion. She leads him to a rushing steam and provides him another meal.

"So this is the Wilderness of Worship," exclaims the traveler, still in awe from his experience.

"Yes, here Christians learn to worship God the Father in spirit and truth. You might call it the outer court of the City of God; for as you have seen, the inhabitants of that City are all around you. Back in the Wilderness of Forgiveness you began to experience the power of Jesus' blood cleansing your inner most heart. Here in the Wilderness of Worship you receive His Holy Spirit. God baptizes you with power and from on high in order for you to worship Him with a worship which, in the wildernesses beyond, will take the shape of deeds. Joel 2 tells us: 'And it shall come to pass afterward, that I will pour out my spirit on all flesh; your sons and your daughters shall prophesy, your old men shall dream dreams, and your young men shall see visions. Even upon the menservants and maidservants in those days, I will pour out my spirit.'"

"I have never experienced such worship as this. But will it last?" Asks the traveler. "Will I still be able to worship the living God with such grace in the deserts beyond?"

"Changes are taking place in you which, if you let them, will last forever. Your heart is being opened by the outpoured Spirit. Your mouth is being opened to speak as God gives you utterance. 'Your sons and your daughters shall prophesy.' And your eyes are being opened to see visions and dream dreams. You are receiving eyes which see God"

"But don't these same things happen back in Christian City? I am told that this sort of thing goes on in the Apostolic Church of the Future every Sunday night."
"The difference, brother, is that here you do not merely taste worship or dabble in worship. Here in the desert you are lost in the worship of God so that all your praise and thanksgiving goes to Him. Everything you do is done for Him."
"But isn't there a danger of fanaticism?"

"Fanatics worship principles, ideas, human personalities and even demons, but never God. Consuming worship of God is the doorway, not to fanaticism, but to liberty such as you have never known. When you are lost in the worship of God, you no longer worship such things as money, romance, or success. You have found the one true object of worship, and as you worship Him you are fulfilled."

With these words his companion departs. Once again the traveler is alone on a sea of blue sand, lost in the worship of God.

The Wilderness of Prayer

Now the sea of sand comes to an abrupt end in the foothills of a fiery mountain range. There is no vegetation, only walls of dry, hard, burning rock. Bones cluttering the sand at the base of the rocky barrier are mute testimony to the dangers of this desolate land. The traveler fixes his gaze on the cross shaped star as he walks, and recites to himself:

"Enter by the narrow gate; for the gate is wide and the way easy, that leads to destruction, and those who enter by it are many. For the gate is narrow and the way is hard, that leads to life, and those who find it are few."

Hearing voices in the distance, the traveler follows the path at the foot of the mountain toward them. There the path abruptly turns into a gash in the mountain. Entering the opening, he listens as a voice echoes and resounds with such intensity that no words can be distinguished. Moving deep into this rock pass, the traveler nears a huge wrought iron arch under which a man is addressing an assembly of men and women. "This is the way, believe me," pleads the man, his words now distinct. "This narrow gate to my left is so rusty it will hardly swing. Who in his right mind would want to follow that steep path, when this well paved, well traveled way is open and ready? Come through this gate and you will be out of the wilderness before the day is over. Good food and a clean bed await you at the other end. There are prayer meetings arranged at the rest stops every hour along the way."

Without hesitation the traveler passes under the wrought iron arch and proceeds down the road. Others join him. The route on which he now walks is smooth and pleasant in contrast to the blue sand he has just plodded through. A sign repeats the information that there are rest stops every hour, consisting of a prayer meeting and a light lunch.
At the first such stop he talks with a pleasant hostess: "I've come a long way. Please tell me where this path is taking us."

She smiles and replies, "You will be beautifully housed and well taken care of. Your journey will be over by nightfall."

"The traveler walks on, increasingly perplexed. Just as darkness begins to fall after a scenic journey through the rocks and trees, he finds himself on the brow of a hill looking down on a city.

"Welcome!" Exclaims a man standing beneath a wrought iron arch identical to the arch through which he had passed earlier.

"Thank you," replies the traveler. "But where am I?"

"Why, this is Christian City!"

Without another word the traveler turns and runs back the same way he came. With Christian City out of sight, he slows to a walk but doesn't stop until he's reached the other arch, the end of the false path. He cries out, "I have only one desire: to find that narrow gate and enter it before I take a single rest. How could I have been so blind? Of course the wide gate had been almost obliterated by weeds and vines.

Daybreak finds him on a narrow path winding up through scarlet rocks. There is a hum in the air as of a wind through trees, but neither wind nor trees are found here. The hum grows louder and finally can be distinguished as a chant of many voices. Now the traveler sees the people on the path ahead. He has become part of a procession of people all moving toward the City of God. As they walk they are each talking someone unseen. Some of them are crying. Some seem exuberant. Some are mentioning people's names and asking good things for them. Some ask their neighbors ahead or behind for help, but their main concern is with their unseen listener.

The traveler's mysterious companion now returns and addresses him. "Here in the Wilderness of Prayer the contrast with Christian City is extreme, you know. There, they do have prayer meetings and people pray before they go to bed. When life becomes difficult, their prayer becomes intense, until the crisis passes. But in the Wilderness of Prayer, prayer becomes one's way of life, the source of one's whole existence. The time has come for YOU to be lost in a life of prayer. Meditate on these passages in the Gospel of Luke," she adds handing him a sheet of paper on which is written:
Now when all the people were baptized, and when Jesus also had been baptized and was Praying, the heavens opened, and the Holy Spirit descended upon Him in bodily form, as a dove, and voice came from heaven, "Thou are my beloved Son; with thee I am will pleased" (Luke 3:21-22)

But so much the more the report went abroad concerning him; and great multitudes gathered to hear and to be healed of their infirmities. But he withdrew to the wilderness and Prayed. (Luke 5:15-16)

In those days he went out into the hills to Pray; and all night he continued in prayer to God. And when it was day, he called his disciples, and chose from them twelve, whom he named apostles...(Luke 6:12-13)

Now about eight days after these sayings he took with him Peter and John and James, and went up on the mountains to Pray. And when He was Praying, the appearance of his countenance was altered, and his raiment became dazzling white. (Luke 9:28-29)
He was Praying in a certain place, and when he ceased, one of his disciples said to him, "Lord, teach us to Pray, as John taught his disciples" (Luke 11:1)

And he came out, and went, as his custom, to the Mount of Olives; and the disciples followed him. And when he came to the place he said to them, "pray that you may not enter into temptation." And he withdrew from them about a stone's throw, and knelt down and Prayed. (Luke 22:39-41)

And when they came to the place which is called The Skull, there they crucified him, and the criminals, one on the right and one of the left. And Jesus said. "Father for forgive them; for they know not what they do" (Luke 23:33-34

"A prayer life is something we engage in alone, yet it brings us into fellowship with God and man as nothing else will," his companion tells him when he has finished reading. "Prayer is going to God, to the Father's door, and asking for bread so that you can give it to your needy brother. When you knock and keep knocking it always opens. Always. Out of that communion with God comes something you share with others. And as you share what God gives you, you have a communion with them. A person will have this communion even if he's shy or clumsy. For this life of prayer delivers one from the fear of other people's opinions and the fear of one's own blunders."

"But does it take these eerie mountains, these cliffs, this continuous danger to learn to pray?" Asks the traveler.

"Well, in the past you cried to God in you occasional emergencies. Here you are learning to see your life as a continuous crisis, driving you to call on God day and night. "Shall not God vindicate his elect who cry to him day and night?' The clearer our vision of what happens in the world, how close to the edge of chaos the nations are, the more we understand that the only way to know life is to come close to God, the Father in prayer, to cry to Him day and night. We pray without ceasing because the crisis in earthly life is never over."

"But why does it all have to be so hard? It looks to me as though the climb through these mountains is the toughest part of the journey yet."

"Because prayer is our main work. It takes thought, concentration, an active will and the best of one's strength to pray for the hallowing of God's name, the coming of God's kingdom, to pray for laborers in the harvest, or to pray for specific people and their needs. You have barely begun to scratch the surface of the awesome things that wait to be done in answer to your prayers, if you will keep going."

"That's it, though! To keep going. I'm getting so tired."
"This is because your prayers are becoming engaged in the Real Battle. Prayer is the ground where we overcome evil with good. In these mountains you will learn to pray for your enemies. The life of overcoming evil with good starts with asking that good will come to those who have done evil to us."

The narrow path leads to a lookout where the traveler and his companion share a meal. Afterwards they walk to the edge of the lookout where she points to the path winding down through the mountains which diminish in size until somewhere near the horizon they appear to reach their end.

"You see, there begins the Harvest," the travelers companion says, pointing to a view beyond them, "Remember these words which Jesus said:

'Do you not say, there are yet four months, then comes the harvest? I tell you, lift up your eyes, and see how the field are already white for harvest. He who reaps receives wages, and gathers fruit for eternal life, so that sower and reaper may rejoice together. For here the saying holds true, "One sows and another reaps." I sent you to reap that for which you did not labor; others have labored, and you will have entered into their labor.'"

The traveler looked into the distance while his companion explains further: "In Christian City, remember there is fine, wide street called Missionary boulevard, lined with spacious well kept buildings and adorned with fountains and lawns and lovely shrubs. Those buildings house every missionary enterprise known in the Christian world. There are headquarters for literature outreach, editorial offices for elaborate missionary magazines, and smaller facilities that provide a prayer letter service for the lesser known laborers. There are studios that produce world literature, telethons and video tapes for missionary appeals. There are institutions that offer refresher courses for missionaries on furlough, and a computerized itinerary service for missionaries who need to broaden their financial base. There are recruiting centers, rest facilities for retired missionaries and even a budding record company. But lately Missionary Boulevard has been thrown into a panic by some disturbing news. Word has been received that large numbers of missionaries have committed the unpardonable breach of missionary etiquette: instead of taking as their mission field the approved territory of the known world, missionaries have plunged in to the desert toward the City of God.
"But what kind of mission field is this desert?" The traveler asks. "Whose soul are you going to save in the Wilderness of Forgiveness except your own? And when you get to the Wilderness of Worship, everyone there is already alive with God's glory. In the Wilderness of Prayer there is wonderful communion with other travelers, and I'm learning to intercede. But there aren't any lost souls..."

The Harvest
Reaching the outer extremity of the Wilderness of Prayer, the traveler in my dream is taking in his first clear view of his destination. In the far distance, radiant with a holy splendor, is the City of God. Visibly overcome with emotion, his step quickens. Suddenly he encounters a terrible stench of smoke and echoing bodies. Now there are corpses everywhere. Forms with life left are moaning for help.
A woman doubled up with pain begs the traveler, "Please, please do something for me. I can't tolerate this pain anymore!"

"I'm powerless," he tells her. "What do you think I could do for you?" "A little water is all I need. Please bring me some water!"

"Where am I going to find water in the desert?"

"How long do you think YOU'LL last," she replies, "unless you find water for yourself? Please find some and bring it to me."

As the traveler scans the desert in bewilderment, his mysterious companion returns and guides him to a spring surrounded by thousands of empty flasks.

"Drink some yourself," she suggests, "and then fill a flask for the woman."

After drinking this water, the traveler is immediately strengthened and brings some to the woman. By the time she has finished drinking her health is restored. Immediately she takes the flask, runs to the spring and begins helping her neighbors. There are men with deep wounds, children lying on their backs with faint, rapid breathing, and elderly people with dirty bandages around their worn faces. Some victims are screaming with pain and others are weeping silently to themselves. Some are revived with a single flask of water. Others need much more. I see other travellers engaged in this same effort. As victims are healed, they too participate in the labor of raising up others. As they carry water from the spring, the traveler shares this passage from the Gospel of John with another man:

"meanwhile the disciples besought him saying, "Rabbi, eat." But he said to them, "I have food to eat of which you do not know. So the disciples said to one another, "Has anyone brought him food?" Jesus said to them, "My food is to do the will of him who sent me, and to accomplish his word."

"I guess we're learning what this means," added the traveler.
He spends many days in that place involved in the work of revival. One evening as he rests by the spring his companion returns and sits down beside him.
"I don't suppose we'll be able to go on to the City of God until we've finished here?" The traveler asks her.

"That is true," she replies.

"But will they wait for us?"

"Don't worry. Just keep reviving these people until they're all on their feet. Then the gates of the City of God will be open and the inhabitants will come out and escort you in. Bear this in mind:

'Do not say, There are yet four months, then comes the harvest. I tell you, lift up your eyes, and see the fields are white for harvest. He who reaps receives wages, and gathers fruit for eternal life, so that sower and reaper may rejoice together. For here the saying holds true, "One sows and another reaps." I sent you to reap that for which you did not labor; others have labored and you have entered into their labor.'"
"But these needs are so staggering that I am beginning to feel overwhelmed. The joy of seeing restoration take place before my eyes is offset to some degree by the vastness of this sea of despair. Is there and end to it?"

"Brother," replies his companion, "just as you had to lose yourself in God's forgiveness, and in worship and prayer, you are now losing yourself fin the harvest. It is one thing to dabble in the harvest. It's quite another to be lost in it."

"But will I have the strength to keep on working among people with such great needs?"
"Isn't that what Jesus did?"

And as he sat at the table in the house, behold, many tax collectors and sinners came and sat down with Jesus and his disciples. And when the Pharisees saw this, they said to his disciples, "Why does your teacher eat with tax collectors and sinners?" But when he heard it, he said, "Those who are well have no need of a physician, but those who are sick. Go and learn what this means, 'I desire mercy and not sacrifice.' For I came not to call the righteous, but the sinners."

"It must have become discouraging for Him, though"

"Jesus wept over religious Jerusalem for its hardness of heart. Obviously His greatest encouragement on the human side came from these repenting sinners. Of these he never tired. You can confidently abandon yourself to this harvest without danger of being engulfed by it, provided you keep your vision of the City, and provided you do your work here with a whole heart. The Spirit of the Lord will sustain you if you will be careful to listen to these people as Jesus listened to the woman at the well, to the lepers, the lame, the blind, the father of the demon possessed boy. Don't be in a hurry. Take time to listen and ask the right questions. Find out where people really hurt, what they really need. Also, you must tell them about Jesus as you go about with your flask. The water in the flask and this message of yours are identical. These dying people are thirsting for Jesus, not theories about Jesus, but Jesus Himself. The message of Jesus is a drink of refreshing water which brings them back to life. Remember the verse, 'Heal the sick, raise the dead, cleanse lepers, cast out demons. You received without pay, give without pay.'

Don't be satisfied until the mercy of God has raised them ALL to their feet."

"Yes. Think about this passage in Revelation;

"And I saw the holy city, New Jerusalem, coming down out of heaven from God, prepared a bride adorned for her husband; and I heard a great voice from the throne, prepared as a bride adorned for her husband; and I heard a great voice from the throne saying, 'Behold, the dwelling of God is with men. He will dwell with them, and they shall be his people, and God himself will be with them; he will wipe away every tear from their eyes, and death shall be no more, for the former things have passed away.'"

"As you first experience the labor of the harvest and discover you are actually able to raise these perishing ones to their feet by giving them living water from the divine spring, Jesus, you have tremendous joy. The wilderness experiences of forgiveness, worship of God and prayer have issued in the power to heal the sick in the name of Jesus."

"'He who believes in me will also do the works that I do; and greater works that these will he do, because I go to the Father.' The challenge is to endure."

The Vision
When I next see the traveler in my dream, he has begun to complain, "How long is this gong to go on? I would have thought that by now the work would be finished and we could go on. I'm sorry, but I'm tired. I'm going over by that boulder to rest in the shade for a couple of days."

Later another traveler passes the boulder and finds him lying there almost dead. Running to the spring he fills two flasks, returns and pours the precious water down his throat.

"Drink, brother, drink!"

"Thank you! Oh, thank you! I was almost done for," says the traveler between gulps. "But how did I come to this? What went wrong?"

His mysterious companion joins him again. "Brother," she says, "you lost your strength because you lost your vision. The City of God over there is still your destination. It is your home, the dwelling place of our God. While you work, be sure to take time daily, hourly, to pause and look at the City of God. If you fail to look up in the midst of your labors and see the City of God, fail to stop and hear it's music, neglect to breathe the atmosphere it sends forth to you, or to drink from that steam which flows out from beneath its gates, you will be exhausted. You must remember that sustaining power comes from the City."

"The traveler resumes his work in the Harvest with fresh vigor. But at nightfall overcome by weariness. He goes to the spring; approaching it is a woman who looks to be quite elderly, yet doesn't appear the least bit tired.
"What is your secret?" Asks the traveler. "You look so youthful and vigor while I have no strength left."

"I have taken my cue from Daniel," she tells him. "Daniel must have been a busy man, yet in the midst of the daily pressures he continued to return to his upper chamber where the windows opened westward. There looking toward Jerusalem hundreds of miles away, he prayed and gave thanks to God. Even though it meant the lions' den, Daniel refused to neglect his prayers. Daniel keeps his vision alive by making the City of God his focus. Ad that's what I do. The more problems I have to contend with her in the Harvest, the more time seems to press in on me, the more firmly I fix my eye on the City of God. I make sure to keep looking up. Every time I eat bread and drink wine, I do so in anticipation as well as in remembrance. This is the food of the City, you know. It keeps my eyes AND my heart there."

When the traveler left the old woman, he seemed to be consciously attempting to keep his vision before him. In low voice he was singing the words of Revelation: "And I saw the holy city, new Jerusalem, coming down out of heaven from God, prepared as a bride adorned for her husband; and I heard a great voice from the throne saying, 'Behold, the dwelling of God is with men. He will dwell with them, and they shall be his people, and God himself will with them; he will wipe away every tear from their eyes, and death shall be no more, neither shall there be mourning nor crying nor pain anymore, for the former things have passed away!"

When I last see the traveler, his mysterious companion had returned with a final admonition for him: "KEEP looking to that City and remember who waits for you there. He has prepared a place for you and will soon be coming for you. Meanwhile, as you look to the City, He will renew your strength so that you will mount up on wings as the eagles, you will run and not be weary, you will walk and not faint."

Two Revivals
At this point I was swept away from the scene of the traveler's journey to the top of a high cliff. I found there a stone tablet inscribed with these words from Revelation 19:
"Then I saw heaven opened, and behold a white horse! He who sat upon it is called Faithful and True, and in righteousness he judges and makes war. His eyes are like a flame of fire, and on his head are many diadems; and he has a name inscribed which no one knows but himself. He is clad in a robe dipped in blood, and the name by which he is called is the The Word of God. And the armies of heaven arrayed in fine linen, white and pure, followed him on white horses. From his mouth issues a sharp sword with which to smite the nations and he will rule them with a rod of iron; he will tread the wine press of the fury of the wrath of God the Almighty. On his robe and on his thigh he has a name inscribed, King of Kings and Lord of Lords."

Looking up from the tablet, I saw beneath me two revivals simultaneously in progress. Christian City was experiencing a revival which manifested itself in a massive and rapid growth. Within a very short amount of time the population had increased tenfold. Building was going on everywhere. New homes sprawled up an down the surrounding hills. But the most dramatic aspect of this growth in Christian City was the appearance of magnificent new church structures towering over the country side. One cathedral was being completed which had a spire seventy stories high, housing the world's most powerful transmitter. Another church was taking shape in the form of a giant glass dome with revolving stage and wrap around sound systems. The most unusual one looked like an upright cross with fifteen elevators taking people up to the sanctuary housed in the south arm and a Christian restaurant housed in the north arm. There were Christian educational facilities for every age group from pre-kindergarten to graduate school; this group sponsored scenic retreat centers in the style of Swiss chalets with vast seminar halls.

There was a feeling in Christian City that this growth was a sign of the world's last days. Books on the end of the age were up near the top of the Christian best seller lists, second only to the Christian sex manuals. Reporters came from all over the world to do articles on the booming conditions there. The inhabitants of Christian City were claiming that when the End comes, they would be caught away to the City of God, before the chaos erupted.

At the same time, I saw across the desert far distant from Christian City, a very different revival taking place with none of the accouterments of successful religion. Dying men and women were being raised to their feet like the dry bones Ezekiel saw. They were being delivered from their diseases, their sins, and their spiritual prisons, merely by drinking the living life giving water shared by others, bringing healing to them. As by a spreading fire or a surging flood, the sick ones were being swept to their feet. Laborers there, who'd spent years seeing limited results, found that now it was taking no more than a single drop of water on a parched tongue to raise the dying to life. And each day the process was accelerating.

Finally I saw the last prone body raised to life. What had appeared a battlefield of defeat had become the camp of a mighty army. Suddenly an earthquake shook the ground beneath my feet. The Sky darkened and a sound of war rolled in from the east.
Then I saw Christian City being invaded and destroyed. The magnificent cathedrals, the world's largest cross, retreat centers and seminar halls were splintered apart and flattened by deafening explosions. Dead bodies of the inhabitants who had thought they would escape this holocaust filled the streets. The armies of destruction now pressed on into the desert toward the scene of the second revival. Soon this seemingly indestructible horde was engulfing the Wilderness of forgiveness, the Wilderness Worship and the Wilderness of Prayer. When the City of God came into its view, a single roar like that of a wounded beast filled the air. The horde drove on toward its goal, appearing to storm the City of God.

But near the wall of the City, the army of revived ones waited poised and ready. When the enemy came within range, the gates of the City burst open. Out marched the Army of Light led by a King of such splendor that the enemy horde had to shield its eyes. The revived ones merged with the Army of Light and joined battle with the enemy. Three-and-a half days later the war was over. The enemy was destroyed and the triumphant ones entered the City of God for which they had been chosen before the foundation of the world.

Again I was swept away to read another large tablet engraved with further words from Revelation:

"Then I saw an angel standing in the sun, and with a loud voice he called to all the birds that fly in midheaven, 'Come, gather for the great supper of God, to eat the flesh of kings, the flesh of captains, the flesh mighty men, the flesh of horses and their riders, and the flesh of all men, both free and slave, both small and great.' And I saw the beast and the kings of earth with their armies gathered to make war against him who sits upon the horse and against his army. And the beast was captured, and with it the false prophet who in its presence had worked the signs by which he deceived those who had received the mark of the beast and whose who worshiped its image. These two were thrown alive into the lake of fire that burns with brimstone. And the rest were slain by the sword of him who sits upon the horse, the sword that issues from his mouth; and all the birds were gorged with their flesh.

"Then I saw an angel coming down from heaven, holding in his hand the key of the bottomless pit and a great chain. And he seized the dragon, that ancient serpent, who is the Devil and Satan, and bound him for a thousand years, and threw him into the pit, and shut it and sealed it over him, that he could deceive the nations no more, till the thousand years were ended. After that he must be loosed for a little while. Then I saw thrones, and seated on them were those to whom judgement was committed. Also I saw the souls of those who had been beheaded for their testimony to Jesus and for the word of God, and who had not worshiped the beast or its image and had not received its mark on their foreheads or their hands. They came to life, and reigned with Christ for a thousand years."

When I had finished reading this, as abruptly as my dream had come to me it ended, leaving me with a deep sense of awe, a new awareness of the undercurrents in my own life, and a renewed desire to seek to know God in spirit and truth.
Never has it been more clear to me that two revivals are in progress on the earth. One is the revival of the Spirit of God by which dead men and women are freed from their sins by the blood of the Lamb and raised to a life which is the life of the sons of God, a life which bears God's nature, manifests God's mercy. The other revival is the revival of religious flesh, a revival which is so appealing and gathers such multitudes and wields such power in this world, because it offers all the comfort of religion while allowing you to keep your ego and all rights to yourself.

Surely each of us has to decide which revival he is going to be part of . Am I going to invest my life in some enterprise of booming Christian City? Or am I going to loose my life in the pursuit of God's will and mercy? Am I going to concentrate on building something that will cause the citizens of Christian City of sit up and take notice? Or am I going to spend my life bringing the poor and the maimed and the halt and the blind to the Master's table?

Some thought-provoking material

2008-07-23T10:33:00.000-07:00

Zeitgeist. The Movie.

Chaseology turned me on to this movie weeks ago, and I had intended to post about it for some time...but I didn't know how to. I didn't want to give it all away, because there are some very challenging ideas in this movie.

But I figure, in this day and age, it's worth hearing.

Some more thought-provoking material will come later.

Dear Ton3x:

2008-07-17T13:25:00.000-07:00

(July 17th)
I jus heard naked truf on youtube
and I am mad dat u cuss people out
u r goin 2 HELL!
but im prayin 4 u
in jesus name
take care
bye bye.

He's so freaking weird.

But he's SO intriguing.

Bapost.o.g.i.c mixtape drops August 12th. I'm excited.

He's got 3 tracks from the album uploaded on Myspace. Patient has been up for a while, but now "The Funky Evidence" and "A Year Ago" are now up.

"The Funky Evidence" has some Lil' Mama influence--if you can't tell from the shout-out. But a thing I like about Ton3x is that he can take something you've heard somewhere else and totally change it up. And not just half-way change it up where it's more like a parody than an original song.

"A Year Ago" speaks for itself...actually feels like it's been more than a year ago. I don't think my current pastor was at my home church when Tonex dropped "Naked Truth"...idk. A LOT has happened in the past few months, though, and it's time to take notice.

The man is a genius.

Listing from Zambooie.
01. Opening/Devotion
02. The Black Maverick
03. Heartfixa (f/ Japhia Life)
04. My Attire
05. The Funky Experience
06. A Year Ago
07. Hurts So Bad
08. Hurting Each Other (feat. The Carpenters)
09. Make U Happy (feat. David Cassidy)
10. Hup!, Come all the way (f/ Omega)
11. Bapost.o.g.i.c.
12. Gotta Give
13. Jesus Saves
14. The Difference (feat. Gospel Gangstaz)
15. Change (feat. The Hawkins)
16. Marvelous
17. Glorex
18. Patient
19. Grace
20. The Baton

The review will (hopefully) be out somewhere within the first week of release.

Put up your peace sign.

2008-07-17T08:57:00.000-07:00

These two make a pretty good team.

Found on Chaseology.

"Nigger"

2008-07-17T06:52:00.000-07:00

Yea...throwing around the word today. As I said, I have minimal problem with the word, because I haven't had much to complain about. If I were to fake the hurt, it'd take the power away from someone who actually does feel the pain on a regular basis.

Anyway...

A few months ago, Nas released a track called "Be a Nigger Too," and honestly, had it been anybody else in the game, I wouldn't have given it thought. But Nas has been a thought-provoker for me since I started listening to him. I actually liked the song so much that I flexed my writing muscles and wrote a quick verse to it. Not even the beat; the song.

Why? Because even if he's not saying what I agree with in the end, he's also not being stupid. He's thinking.

And the thing about it is, you know this is deep because you can't deconstruct it and make sense of it all in the 3+ minutes it takes to listen to the song once. But there is sense in it.

I won't deconstruct it all here for you, because I'm simply not gonna be able to put it all down here, and I don't know if y'all have time to read it. Plus, that wasn't the point of this entry.

The point of this entry is to address the album that released yesterday.

In a single from the album, Hero, Nas basically lets all the listeners know that because of his lawyers and his record label, he will not be allowed to call the album Nigger.

So he just won't name the album.

"This universal apartheid
I'm hog-tied, the corporate side
Blocking y'all from going to stores and buying it
First L.A. and Doug Morris was riding wit it
But Newsweek article startled big wigs
They said, Nas, why is he trying it?
My lawyers only see the Billboard charts as winning
Forgetting - Nas the only true rebel since the beginning
Still in musical prison, in jail for the flow
Try telling Bob Dylan, Bruce, or Billy Joel
They can't sing what's in their soul
So untitled it is
I never change nothin'
But people remember this
If Nas can't say it, think about these talented kids
With new ideas being told what they can and can't spit
I can't sit and watch it
So, sh!t, I'ma drop it
Like it or not
You ain't gotta cop it
I'm a hustler in the studio
Cups of Don Julio
No matter what the CD called
I'm unbeatable, y'all"
--"Hero," Nasir Jones, Untitled 2008.

On behalf of the real artists out there who have something to say, but have to watch how they say it for fear of offending the people who need to be offended,

On behalf of every preacher who's had to preach to a silent house because people didn't want to confront the truth of their words,

On behalf of every health educator who's been ordered not to tell people--who are going to have sex anyway--to at least strap on a condom for your health's sake,

On behalf of any caged bird who's found the courage to sing through the bars of society,

Thank you for saying it anyway.

Rev...I'm getting sick of y'all niggas now...

2008-07-17T06:01:00.001-07:00

(I thought the mugshot was appropriate here, don't you?)

So apparently, the press is still following Rev. Jesse Jackson, because he--in the SAME APPEARANCE in which he wanted to cut off Obama's nuts--referred to black people using the "N-word."

Jesse...the nuts comment was funny...but dang. You just went to town, didn't you?

I don't have any personal injuries that surround the N-word, because I've never been truly victimized by it, and I'm lucky to say it. And as I said in a previous entry, most times, we just attach our own injuries and cultural definitions to words and make things incredibly confusing for ourselves.

But if you're in the public eye, and you're constantly pushing for racial equality, and complaining about a candidate for the presidency "talking down to black people," saying "nigger" or any variation thereof is--let's face it--stupid.

And it's more stupid than hurtful.

I think I understand now why people were so initially pissed with the nuts comment...but at the same time, Jesse Jackson didn't really prove himself hurtful. He proved himself incapable of choosing the right words...y'all sure he ain't senile?

Main Street! Lol.

A family that preys together (lolz see wha i did thar?)

2008-07-17T05:54:00.000-07:00

I'm not that much of a movie person, but I may have to check this one out.

I've missed all the other Tyler Perry stuff in theaters up until this point, but usually when I catch them on DVD or TV, they're pretty good.

And House of Payne is bearable at times.

Special thanks to Cassidy for the tip off.

Michael Jackson

2008-07-15T11:28:00.000-07:00

The man is crazy. The man is probably a pedophile. The man has problems leaving his childhood behind. The man lost his Neverland Ranch. The man has been called a "white woman" on many occasions. The man is...let's face it...weird as hell.

But dang...

the man is a genius.

Breezy

2008-07-14T12:43:00.000-07:00

Youtube wouldn't let me embed, so this is from imeem.

Forever - Chris Brown

I'm a bit late on this one, but I actually kinda like this song. My only complaint is that the producer did too much to Chris' voice on the verses.

But there's been something about love songs for me lately...I can definitely appreciate a good love song. The chord pattern (4-1-5-2) on this song is SO difficult to hate, because it's always been a beautiful arrangement, wherever you hear it. The video...you really couldn't muck that up too much because the lyrics are pretty descriptive.

(Annoying musical jargon approaching)
[What's weird with this song though is that after the bridge, they tried to put the song in rounds--

you remember back in the day when you'd be in music class, and they'd have one group of people start singing a song, then they'd have the other group start singing the song maybe 4 counts after the first group started singing, so everyone was at a different part of the song? You remember...you know you remember.

--Anyway, they tried that here. Or something like it. The chord progression changed to a 1-5-2-4 progression, but Chris' vocals stayed on the 4-1-5-2. With the instrumental, and the fullness of the harmonies in the chorus, I'm not sure it worked out.
(end annoying musical jargon)

In lay men's terms, too much was going on and it clashed.

I will say, though, at least the producer was thinking, and experimenting. I just don't think it worked out the best it could.

It's a beautiful song though, minus that part.

Too cute!!!!!! lolz

2008-07-14T11:27:00.000-07:00

Those of you who have gotten used to my writing style I'm sure have determined that I have none. You never know what I'm going to talk about.

My hope, however, is that whatever I talk about is relevant to current society.

This time, I'm just going to give you a story to mull over. It's about sexual harassment in the workplace: another side of the polygon.

I'll have an outlook on it in about a day or so.

Story from AOL.

Speaking of Choir...

2008-07-14T06:17:00.000-07:00

This kid here is a member of New Beginnings. I found his page last week.

Check him out.

Engagement News

2008-07-14T06:06:00.001-07:00

So the New Beginnings Choir went to Capitol View UMC to participate in this event:

I had no idea how it was going to turn out. I didn't know what to expect. But it was awesome.

These folks here--Chosen Generation--are simply some of the best youth ministers in the business. And they're serious about what they do. The band (which consisted of a keyboard player/organist, a bass player, and a drummer) was crazy. Y'all know I can appreciate skilled musicians.

But really, be on the look out for them.

I wish I had a website for them, but I don't. Yet.

More Reverend news...(for real this time)

2008-07-11T18:19:00.000-07:00

Bad news...

Family-Placed Death Notice

"BLACK, Glenda First Lady Glenda Black of Lithonia, GA, The wife of the Reverend Jerry D. Black pastor of Beulah Baptist Church, Decatur, GA, went home to be with the Lord Thursday, July 3, 2008. Willie A. Watkins Historical West End Chapel (404) 758-1731"

Read the full obituary here.

[This one touched me a bit more than expected. One of my good friends attends this church on the regular/semi-regular, and she let me see a DVD of a young guest preacher (Reggie Sharpe) who vaguely addressed Rev. Black's "issues with his family." I hadn't been paying much attention so I didn't know that she had been struggling with cancer until after my friend told me. I'm not going to be able to make the Celebration of Life service, but yea. Prayers definitely go out to the entire family.]
______________________________________
Also...

Rev. Timothy Wright, known for such hits as "For the Rest of My Life (I'll Serve the Lord)," "You Must Come In At The Door," and "Jesus Jesus Jesus" now lies in critical condition in...well, see for yourself. His wife and the driver he collided with have already passed.

One source says that Wright hasn't been informed yet of his wife's passing.

______________________________

Crazy stuff yo...can't explain this away.

Personally, I know it's weird, but I don't need an explanation. Right now, anyway.

So guess who's STILL at the top of the Gospel Billboard Charts...

2008-07-10T08:00:00.000-07:00

40 Weeks plus, people.

I'm sure you can see why.

Since You Been Gone...

2008-07-10T07:54:00.000-07:00

Since you been gone, I just can't seem to get right...

Day 26 has been off for a minute...I thought they were done. I guess they just don't work quickly. I don't know if Diddy was trying to give the public something to "wait on," but this video shouldn't have taken so long to premiere...even if it did premiere more than a week or two ago.

Anyway, yea. Production, melodic elements, etc. Love it. I always liked boybands. I'm not sure why...since Backstreet Boys came out--the first time--I've been into boy bands.

I also used to like Brian from this group...not quite sure if I do anymore.

The Q/Dawn scene was hot.

One question though...

where the HELL is Donnie? (The white kid, solo record deal, "new Justin Timberlake," butchered a Chris Brown song...remember?)

Better in Time? Not quite sure...

2008-07-10T07:46:00.000-07:00

The song had potential.

I just don't think her producers know what to do with her voice.

And of course, Simon Cowell brought her out as "the next Whitney Houston"...which I can see because she copies some of their riffs and doesn't demolish them completely.

She can sing. Definitely. She can hit some runs and riffs that a LOT of people in this industry can't. But just being able to sing doesn't help you in the biz. Neither is just getting a fantabulous song, which this could have been.

She's just not hitting her height quite yet. We'll see how things turn out for her. Maybe I should have bought the album...but it didn't appeal. I just wish the industry knew what to do with her voice.

Rev...y'all just can't get it right!

2008-07-10T06:05:00.000-07:00

So first, Rev Wright runs his mouth (unapologetically),

Then Father Phleger takes a stab at Hillary during a sermon and is told to sit out of the pulpit for a while,

Now, Rev. Jesse Jackson...

wants to cut Barack Obama's nuts off.

Now, I have a harsh wit at times, so I know what it's like to have to watch yourself, and make sure that you aren't actually hurting anybody. And the fact that he got caught isn't the problem, even though that's what everyone is making a big deal about. Face it; he wouldn't have gotten caught if he had never said it. People are pissed because he said it. Particularly his son.

Not that I'm sure why...not quite sure what Obama's nuts has to do with the equation. Granted, Hillary's nuts were put on a pedestal to help her win the democratic nomination, and you see how that turned out.

Personally, I think it's hilarious. And if you watch the video, so did Jackson. I don't think the comment was made to be taken seriously. You really can't expect everybody in your camp to agree with EVERYTHING you're saying, and Obama and Jackson have a slight disagreement with the way racial issues should be handled. It happens. Jackson just made a joke.

But these Reverends just can't get it together.

I'm preselling tickets to a streetfight Obama and Eddie Long, with special guest referee Kimbo Slice.

Y'all know Eddie is swolled.

The Naked Truth

2008-07-06T13:36:00.000-07:00

Hmmm...

This album will present a lot of problems for a lot of people...or at least those who haven't completely deleted Ton3x from their playlists, and still yearn for the old Tonex.

About a year ago, Tonex (before he became Ton3x) released "The Naked Truth" on his myspace page--I guess people say it was "leaked" because it wasn't promoted. But mind you, this was no accident. This was, in fact, a realease (this was actually a typo, but I think I'll coin it) of the things that Tonex had gone through in the church, in the gospel music industry, and in his life.

The mixtape, however, though 20 tracks long, is not simply Tonex complaining about how church people suck, etc. And I could say that the music is a deviation from what we expect gospel music to sound like...but first of all, I could say that about anything, and secondly, this ain't gospel music. By connotation.

What kind of gospel music tells you that taking advantage of a woman because she's not what society describes as a beautiful woman doesn't make you macho; it makes you an @sshole?

What kind of gospel music has the singer admit "I still smoke weed, did I mention that"?

What kind of gospel music calls church-goers "niggas" and "motherf#ckers"?

It's not gospel music, plain and simple, because gospel music--or the current industry--doesn't allow you much room to be real.

And bear in mind, there is a time and a place for "gospel music." There's a time for inhuman ministry. For example, you may have been to a church where the preachers and choirs wear robes when they minister. And though the robes look intricate sometimes and a bit extra in design, the original intent of the robe (or so I was told) was to serve as a covering to the man, so that the man doesn't distract from the pureness of God's word. Basically, it was so that God can speak as clearly as possible through the minister, and the man is made blank before the congregation.

And as I said, there's a time for that. The problem with the robes, though, is that they take away the human element from the Good News, and can sometimes make it so unreal and so out of reach for listeners, when in actuality, the Gospel story is very tangible. Or at least, that's why I believe it. Because it's relevant. And though putting the Gospel behind a robe purifies it, what we need to remember is that there's a huge part of this Gospel that ain't a bit pure, and it's us.

And that, I contend, is part of Tonex's message. If you took the Gospel for all it was, and not the cookie-cutter ish they feed you on Sundays, would you still be able to handle it? If you really took into consideration that the whore you passed off a few years ago could make it into heaven before you--hell, end up ministering to you--could you still serve our God? If you saw how filthy God's hand had become from scooping so many people out of their mess, if you saw how absolutely effed up it is for us to make a messiah out of a dude that was crucified as a common criminal, a dude that couldn't even breathe long enough for the soldiers to break his legs, could you still bow down and worship? Have you really thought about this mess? Or did you let church folks do it for you? Do you even KNOW why you go to church on Sunday and not Saturday?

So here comes Tonex with this release. And it's so freaking weird at first...but you just have to be patient and let it play out. But it's a true mixtape; everything runs together. And you can dissect the tracks on second listen, but I'd advise you to get a good hour to yourself and listen to it all the way through once. It's a real testament to the talent and creativity of Ton3x. And it takes you on a journey.

He catches us up at the beginning of the album with "Searchin'," which basically depicts his search for his role as a minister, and his freedom in the industry, which is all most of this controversy has been about.

Then, you kinda float through the album...go through the Vintage Galaxy, slide through the Drunk Boy interlude to get to On We Go (featuring E.B. Williams/Mama), suffer some Shock Therapy, etc. It flows.

Then you get to track 19. The title track. What. The. Hell.

It was weird when I first heard it, because I didn't expect it to come so close to the end of the album. It's SO different from everything else. And even though I've heard it and I recognized it (much like many of the songs on here) from stuff he had on his myspace, it was still weird hearing it here. It was like a wake-up call after the rest of the album got you used to enjoying the melodic aspects of Ton3x. After all this, the Naked Truth still snuck up on me and beat the living hell out of me.

And it gave me an idea of how serious all this is. Every song in this album was a different view of the Naked Truth that is Ton3x. The truth about who he is, the truth about his message, the truth about the God he serves...the truth. The naked, damn, truth.

And apparently, Ton3x is pretty secure that he looks good naked. This here's a hit.

Top 5 picks: Elegant Simple, Blairtree Road (listen to this one at least 3 times), The Love, I Noticed (it's an interlude, but listen to what he's saying...lol) and On We Go.

1. Searchin'
2. Vintage Galaxy
3. Drunk Boy
4. On We Go (feat. E.B. Williams)
5. Shock Therapy
6. The Love
7. Bi Our Love
8. Never (Single)
9. Same Ole
10. Take 2
11. Water
12. Creepin'
13. I Noticed
14. Jenny Jones
15. Gone
16. Blairtree Road
17. Elegant Simple
18. Casa De Oro
19. The Naked Truth
20. FREEDOM: Truth

N3V3R

2008-07-03T06:07:00.000-07:00

This single is extremely weird. But hey, that's what he's going for. And he's pushing it.

Tonex--gospel artist, gone secular, gone crazy, gone gay, gone back straight, gone out of his damn MIND!--released the Naked Truth mix tape a few days/weeks ago, and I finally ordered it. The review is coming soon.

I just hope he doesn't say "Naked Truth Mixtape" on every track.

"Pati3nt" is a pretty hot joint here. It'd be crazy live. (Idea for my choir maybe? Very likely.)

Did I mention I had a choir? I'm sure I did. But yea. I'm a choir director. Just in case you forgot.

I'm done. Enough random statements. Click on the picture.

Good in the Hood

2008-07-02T12:36:00.000-07:00

Found this yesterday:
"Good in the Hood" music video.
My, these reporters are obective.

"Reporting from the hood".

Y'all know I had to plug myself, right?

Question...

2008-07-02T07:43:00.000-07:00

I'm guessing the lady to the left of the screen was asleep the whole time? Because someone falling out of their chair would phase me a bit more than it did her.

This is a really detached society, I want to say. Sometimes, you're just on your own.

There is a recent sociological element here though: "I'm sure if this was a real problem, someone else would have reacted already. So I don't need to."

I'm a day behind on this story, but I still think it's pretty messed up.

Here's AOL's report.

Soapbox Derby*: Meet Boo

2008-07-01T06:11:00.000-07:00

Genesis 3:11 And he said, "Who told you that you were naked? Have you eaten from the tree that I commanded you not to eat from?"

[Warning: Strong language. May not be suitable for the faint of heart.]

"I ain't no fag. I'll fuck you. And you can suck my dick. But ain't no man fuckin' me. It's like a bitch. I can fuck her, and she can suck my dick, but a bitch can't fuck me."

The DL Chronicles is a series of stories that surround what has come to be known as the down-low "phenomenon": men of color who have sex with men, usually under the cover of a marriage or long-term heterosexual relationship.

This down-low phenomenon has been sensationalized as "the reason so many black women are contracting HIV/AIDS," and the suggestion that a man isn't on the down-low unless he's married and having sex with another man. I had never really focused on this phenomenon, though it has been kinda rampant in the church. But being able to sit down with some friends and watch some of these stories really began to open my eyes to the truth of the down-low, and what it really is.I say "began," of course, because 2 hours of television couldn't possibly educate me totally about a societal situation that's been going on for years and impacting billions of people. Anyway, I ended up watching three episodes of the first season: Boo, Robert, and Mark.

The definition of "down-low" will vary from person to person, and it usually depends on what you have to hide. For example: Robert is a homosexual man who tried to get married to be "cured" of his homosexuality. It didn't work, his marriage ended, and he had been hiding his sexuality from his daughter well into her twenties for fear of her losing respect for her father figure. Mark has been with his man for three years, and they have been living together, but posing as heterosexual roommates. And Boo is an uberthugish figure who seems to detach his sex life from his reality, though his sex life is really the only reality we see on the show. Boo's mother just assumes: "you just sleep with everything that set down to pee." And though his level of activity is a cause for concern, along with his dangerous sex habits--no condom--we learn that Boo is hiding a lot from a lot of people.

What'll be important for you to see here is that the DL really comes down to one word: deception. Whether it's under cover of an ubermasculine stereotype, a muscular facade, a "normal" family life, a spiritual life, or a wedding ring, the fact remains that these are all covers at the end of the day.

But how real can the DL phenomenon be? I mean, maybe it was a certain way for other folks, but when each episode was over, I didn't feel like I could go outside and walk right into what I had just seen. I didn't think I'd go see Boo sitting out on the block with a bunch of thugs, one of which he would see every so often under the cover of night. I didn't think I'd see Mark and his roommate sitting closely on the couch, about to kiss, but playing it off when a neighbor passed by an open window. I didn't think I'd see Robert trying to cover his tracks with Austin, his lover, in front of his daughter. And why should I expect to see it? I mean, the DL Chronicles delves deep into the bedrooms of homosexual and heterosexual couples, exposing what most daytime shows just assume will go on behind a closed door after a date.

However, there is still the closed door. I wouldn't go out and see an ubermasculine facade that tries to convince itself that he is not gay. I could, however, go out and see an ubermasculine stereotype. I could expect to see a normal family life. I could see men and women sitting together in churches day after day after day. And I could expect to see a couple with a wedding ring. And the sad part is, the DL is just as real as the situations that cover them up and shield them from view. Under that lie I am telling you is the truth, and a truth that can be even more dangerous and threatening than the lie I used to cover it up.

With that, I contend that the DL goes beyond sex. Why? Because deception goes beyond sex. There are many things I could be deceiving you about right now. I could be deceiving you that I truly love the Lord; I could be deceiving you that any of the stuff I talk about on this blog matters to me or to you, and I could be deceiving you that I'm straight. And if you wonder why any of that info would matter, then you're way ahead of the game.

On the other hand, as I said before, even though there are people who believe that the DL only occurs among married men, the truth of the matter is that many of these folks have way more than a marriage at stake in their lives. For some folks, they feel like they have to choose between homosexuality and a job, respect, love, acceptance, and for many, God. I remember Boo's mother watching "all these gay people on TV." I couldn't help but chuckle when she said "the world has gotten so corrupt. But when Jesus come back, they all gone have to give an account..." And I laughed because I didn't know what else to do.

It's a cultural thing. And all the covers I've mentioned to you today are cultural. By decision of culture, it appears, a man has to be emotionless and cold, to the point where he's about to burst from trapped stress. By decision of culture, a woman has to be so submissive that she cannot think for herself. After all, there are only a few things you can do with a "bitch." By decision of culture, people have taken advantage of ageism, assuming that wisdom comes with age, even to the most ignorant old bag that decided long before reaching old age that they had achieved the pinnacle of wisdom that could ever be achieved by man. By decision of culture, sticks are sexy. By decision of culture, the word "f*ck" isn't as powerful as the word "fuck".

And by decision of culture, all that has been deemed unacceptable by "our" culture must hide itself from the rest of the world to avoid persecution based on issues ranging from sexuality, to body image, to race, to creed, to gender...

...to the very nakedness that started our humanity in Genesis 1.

I'm not going to blame a specific culture, because the many cultures that shape Western Society (the only society I have liberty to speak on) have intertwined to become what we call Western culture today. However, know that your culture--whatever it is--has played a part.

Black culture is just as guilty as White culture.
Heathen culture is just as guilty as Church culture.
Generation X's culture is just as guilty as the previous Generation's culture.
They have all played a part.

And like a potter, we have tried to shape culture into the perfect representation of what a society should be--a utopia, if you will. Of course, with pretty much everything that falls into human hands, culture has become an outright disaster.

And now, the very people who were given "dominion over the earth," and the very people to whom it was given to shape their own culture through the guidance of God, now must cower in fear of it.

And so we hide.

And so we deceive.

This, my brothers and sisters, is the down-low. In all its glory. Strip away the culture, strip away the notion of the "marital bed," the notion of "cover your shame," and what you are left with is a subculture of human beings that have been made the Esau to our Jacob, the servant to his brother culture...the "background to my foreground," as Bernie (Angela Bassett, Waiting to Exale) once put it. We suffer through cultural ranking; who's better than who. We struggle to make our own culture and to reforge our way of life, so that we will not be second to someone else. We run to America from Britain in search of "religious freedom." We focus our energy into making this country the land of opportunity--unless you're a Mexican or a nigger, then we don't want your sorry asses here. We pass all sorts of laws that we say come from Bible principles, and others of us try to pass laws that aren't based on Bible principles, sometimes in an effort to remind the world that this country will never agree that it is one nation under any sort of god. We try to redefine our thinking to be hip to the next big philosophy. We push the envelope. All in a cultural battle to be accepted and respected by our peers.

And the sad part is, in the scheme of things, and more importantly, in the eyes of God,

None of this matters.

So, what are you hiding from now?

*The other day I was talking to Chase about a situation I had intended to blog about. I'm not going to tell you what the situation was, because it'll ruin the blog when I finally decide to post it. Anyway, after I had vented about the situation for a while, his response was:
"Why don't you write a letter, Mr Passionate?
And while you're at it, you can send them the soapbox you're standing on so that they know you mean business."

And while it was a cute joke at the time, I realized that some of the entries I do on this blog will be complete soapbox entries. I mean, I intend to share my opinion pretty much all the time, but sometimes, like in the entry you just read, it'll be nothing but soapbox. I don't think it makes the entries any less legitimate.

I figure you guys could figure out what I meant by "soapbox derby" as time went along, but I thought the comment was funny at the time. So there you go. Full explanation.

BET Awards 2008

2008-06-26T10:46:00.000-07:00

So unfortunately, some of us don't have BET. So I did not see the BET Awards live. What I've seen so far are some clips on youtube of some performances here and there. And I've seen a couple blogs. Just based on what I've seen, therefore, I can't speak on the entire show. But I can speak on each performance, so I'll talk about the notable ones. In no order.

[There's no guarantee on how long these videos will stay up, so if they get taken down, use your imagination.]

Chris Brown feat. Ciara, "With You," "Take You Down"

Needless to say, this performance was quite sexual. Pretty darn sexy, actually. (Don't mind saying it.) But what really got to me about this performance was about 3:00 in. As far as dancing, these two are quite literally the absolute best in the game. It was just fantastic.

Yung Jeezy feat. Kanye West, "Put On"

I was literally disappointed by this performance. It was just Jeezy on stage. It was empty. Plus, instrumentally, this track had SO much potential for a live show. And because there was only Jeezy on stage, he had to get all his energy from the audience (audience participation is rarely dependable) and himself. There was little interaction until Kanye got on stage.

And even then, the chemistry wasn't even that great. Plus Kanye came in too early and then missed the beat.

Plus, Kanye should have sung on key, because his mic was run through protools (I assume) to achieve that.

Many complaints. I still dig the song though.

Rihanna, "Take a Bow"

[Embedding has been disabled for this video.]

So in case you can't see the video, you really ain't missing much. She walks down onto the stage. I felt like she was channeling Whitney or Celene Dion or something. And I think she's beautiful and whatnot, and she's blossomed a whole lot as an artist in just the past 2 years. But she still ain't earned the right to do this kind of performance where it's just like "hey, look at me sing." More was necessary. To me anyway.

They did have live instruments on this one though, and the drummer killed. I actually saw this performance before I found Jeezy's performance, and that may have been why I was so disappointed in Jeezy's instrumentation/stage set up. Voice wasn't all that perfect, but hey. Not bad, right?

Neyo, "Closer"

You know, I'm not a huge fan of this song. It's grown on me, but it doesn't have the usual effect Neyo has on me.

Enter Jabbawockeez. I had a problem with this incorporation. There was literally no set up, because Neyo wasn't dancing like crazy at the beginning. Initially, I didn't even realize Neyo was still on stage until he stepped through them at the end, and then I was like "Oh. I still don't get it though." Jabba needed more time. That's just me though.

T-Pain feat. Dang Near Everybody.

This was really, really hot, especially the intro, minus the "Yo, this industry is my circus; ride with the ring leader" quip at the beginning that progressed into a 5-6 second gap that shut everything down.

But I LOVED the circus motif--though I've seen it used by Tonex on his myspace page (it's not there anymore). And heck, he's right. He's making moves, he's working with all sorts of artists, and his name is on so many hit songs right now. I applaud him, and I honestly didn't see this coming with "I'm In Luv wit a Strippur" a few years back.

You betta jiggle that belly fat, Ross! Lol!

The BEST part of this performance for me wasn't even on stage though. It was when Big Boi stepped out, the camera panned to the audience, and you saw Lil Wayne's mannerisms--the best part of the music industry is when artists respect other artists.

Lil Wayne

"Sang! My! Song!"

Why was T-Wayne wearing that shirt?

I respect Lil Wayne though, and I have since he teamed up with Robin Thicke on Shooter. Not necessarily his lyrics, but his flow. It's effortless. It's like he's at home behind the mic. He's just a dang good rapper, and you can't really object to his talent level. You can say he's not challenging himself, but I wouldn't even say that. I mean, y'all the ones buying it, right?

Alicia Keys, SWV, EnVogue, TLC

This was a good performance, and of course, you know I loved the live instruments.

I can't say much about the appearances, because I wasn't into music that much until late 2000, so the nostalgia doesn't get me. But it was a heck of an idea, and it worked out well. I was satisfied.

Keyshia Cole and Lil Kim

...that was a mess. Sent from Heaven was ok. When Lil' Kim came out on stage though, it was like Keyshia couldn't sing no more. Plus she started off singing Missy's verse, and they had cut to her verse. Come on now.

Why she always so flat?!

I haven't found Marvin Sapp's performance on Bet, but I'm pretty sure he tore it up. He usually does.

I also couldn't find the Al Green tribute...ain't it sad? The best stuff and I can't find it.

Anyway, yea. That's my take on some of the performances. I'll be back in a few with more stuff.

Drums

2008-06-26T06:44:00.000-07:00

This is pretty old, but I still think it's hot.

Obama "Distorts" Bible?

2008-06-24T13:14:00.000-07:00

I'm not even going to share any opinion on this. I'll just let you look.

Remember what I said in the first post about the God being bigger than the Bible and your interpretation of the Bible? Yea. And I really can't seem to get how speaking to someone in a language they can understand/making understandable references is a "fruitcake version of the constitution."

I said I wasn't gonna give an opinion. So go look.

Quick Question...

2008-06-24T06:21:00.000-07:00

Did anyone else chuckle when they heard this mess? Personally, I'm kinda sick of it.

Always gotta be swooping into the rescue, don't you Rev. Goodlove?

Or was it Sharpton?

[Check out the poll on the right; the blog it deals with will be up in the next couple of days.]

Stand Out

2008-06-19T08:16:00.000-07:00

“When the enemy shall come in like a flood, the Spirit of the LORD shall lift up a standard against him.” Isaiah 59:19

Track Title	Rating (Out of 10)
Stand Out	5
Hold On	8
Look Up	7
Bless the Lord	9
I Need You	8.5
Prodigal Son	9.5
All Hail the King	8
Hallelujah	9
Let Us Worship	8
So Amazing	7.5
He Has Made Me Glad	10
I Made It Through	10
Chasing After You	10
Well Done	10
Good in the Hood	8.5
Average Rating (per song)	8.5
Album Rating	9.2

I had been waiting for the release of this album since Victory Live! came out a couple years ago. As a musician and choir director, I’ve grown to love his style immensely. He’s active. He’s radical. He lets it all hang out. He falls on stage in the middle of his songs—on purpose. He’s out of the box. He even said at one point that he and his group have been kicked out of churches for their at times scary new take on gospel music.

In short, he’s weird. And I love it.

But there was always some speculation as to his comments concerning the status of homosexuality in the world and the church, and in exposing myself to the many kinds of people there are in the world, I’ve learned that sometimes, just saying “don’t be like that” or “stop doing that” isn’t enough to represent the gospel properly.

By the way, I once mentioned “homosexuality” maybe 3 times in a 25 minute sermon, and I was asked afterwards if I was gay. Am I? Well, you may have questions, but I don’t. And to me, that’s all that matters.

But yea…the church has been known unfortunately to sanction hatred, and lately, the scapegoat has been homosexuals. I generally can’t stand hatred and rejection in the church, because the church is supposed to be that one place you can go to when you can’t go anywhere else. Even the “Prodigal Son” (the 6th track on Tye’s album) said “at least I can go to my father’s house.” So I’m always a bit aware of when something seems slightly hateful and loftily rebuking.

Then I heard the title track on this album. First of all, it was kinda dull to me. I saw the visual on his website and it was more active, and I think it needed that visual aspect to appeal to me. Aurally, it's also grown on me. But being familiar with Tye’s work, the “war cry” he screams for sounded a little sheepish. Not sure why, but that's what I felt.

Even these lyrics sparked some anger among the bloggosphere and among many listeners, I’m sure:

“How you gonna be the praise leader
when you listen to r&b
And hip hop is on your ringtone
Trying to tell you God ain't pleased
And since when did it become cool
For you to live together unmarried
Men with men, women with women
Telling you God ain't gonna have it”

Now, is there a problem with these lyrics? Possibly, depending who you are. I personally have a problem with people saying “don’t listen to hip-hop” or things like that, and I’ll tell you why in more detail later. But these comments—not even the homosexuality, because that’s traditional church so I see where it comes from—but the hip-hop and r&b comment are comments that I’ve known to be personal opinion from Tye himself. And when you’re in a genre that people expect to be infallible, mixing any sort of opinion in it--obscurely--is a dangerous thing to do. So it was a bit of a turn off, and I almost didn’t buy this album.

But thank God I did.

Tye and Soundcheck have proven themselves as outright musical geniuses. They took almost every chord progression you could possibly think of and reworked it just a little bit more than most bands out there would. You could tell just by listening to the record that they enjoy what they do, and they take it seriously.

They called on Kim Burrell yet again to lend her soulful power to “He Has Made Me Glad,” the closest thing they have to a traditional track. She, of course, was amazing. The choir on this one reminded me of James Hall. GA’s pretty versatile if you listen closely.

[Quick comment: Do you remember on Victory Live! when Tye and Kim tried a run together, and it didn’t quite work out? Well, of course, they redid it on this album and got it right. I thought that was cute.]

“I Made It Through” is Soundcheck’s reinvention of shout music, and the main reason I love them so much. It’s New Orleans Jazz mixed with church shout music mixed with…all sorts of crazy mess. They made every effort to put every possible run and change in the song as possible, and it worked because they could resolve it. Some people may argue that he was doing too much. As a musician, I would disagree wholeheartedly. Of course.

“Chasing After You” is my second favorite track on the album.

What really stuck with me about this album is the fact that though Tye does some opinionated stuff sometimes, though he goes against the grain in what may be a questionable way, and though he's made enemies and friends and whatnot, at the end of the day, it doesn't matter to him. The track "Well Done" sealed that for me, and it wasn't even because of what the choir was singing, or what the musicians were playing. It was because of this comment during a musical interlude:

"Most of us have plans for this life. We have a blueprint of our business and how we want our future to be. And it's good to have a vision and a plan, for 'without a vision, the people perish.' So that's a great thing. But let's be mindful as we pursue our dreams and as we pursue our goals, that at the end of all this, the reality is, I'm living my whole life just to hear two words, and that's 'Well Done'"

I don't have time to preach on it right now, but suffice it to say the album is well worth the purchase. If you’re worried about hateful remarks and excessively opinionated statements, don’t be. Tye's human, just like everyone else. It happens. But he also ministers. And this album ministers.

Go get it.

About me

2008-06-19T06:08:00.000-07:00

I’m not gonna make any promises at this point. I figure the content should speak for itself. But I will say this much:

I try to be biblical, but that doesn’t make me correct. I’m actually pretty opinionated, so I give you leave to disagree with me and my biblical interpretations.

God is BIGGER THAN “THE BIBLE,” and BIGGER THAN YOUR INTERPRETATION THEREOF. Stop studying the Bible; it’s not doing you any good anymore. Ask Him to write His Word on your heart. You’ll see the difference a lot quicker. (By the way, that request is biblical.)

I’m semi-bitter.

I don’t mind hitting the issues, even if I’m wrong. It's better to be active and wrong than inactive.

I’m a paid musician at Wesley Chapel UMC, and this blog could cost me my job.

I appreciate good music, muzik, musik, muzick, whatever.

Am I spirit-filled? You tell me.

At the end of the day, though, I’m trying to minister the best way I know how.

Special thanks to Chase for designing this blog.