It’s interesting how a little cleaning can make you remember old friends. You go through a closet and find a bunch of old pictures and you hit facebook looking for familiar names. Another thing that happens for me though is that I get a little free space and usually my guitar makes it out of the closet.
A little tune up and maybe a light dusting brings it to happy life once more.
As of late, new friends have been encouraging me to get out the ol’ git fiddle again regularly. My friend Mark, especially. Tonight I got another surprise. Another new friend who I’ve played with at church a few times… well, I never really realized how good he actually was. His name is Nathan Hiltner. Check out his video below. The sound and framerate are a little off, but you will get the idea.
I’m gonna let you in on a secret. I love to dance. I look more like a fish flopping vertically on a dance floor while my extra poundage wobbles slightly behind the rest of my bulk, but I secretly love it. There is a scene in the movie Elizabethtown where Orlando Bloom’s character pulls up on a secluded dirt road in the middle of nowhere and dances. I can relate to this. When nobody is watching and there is no one looking on laughing, I love to dance.
The question isn’t so much why I love to dance as much as it is why I don’t dance randomly the rest of the time? Why can’t I be that kind of free all the time? Do I love the acceptance of other people more than dancing? Is it a pride issue? Maybe it’s the appearance of sanity that I love so much?
If I love to do something so innocuous as dancing and I shrink from it for fear of people I don’t know laughing at me maybe I am already insane anyway?
Christian Music has always been a part of my life. So a few weeks ago when I was talking with a friend from back in my b5media days he asked me if I would be willing to write a bit about Christian Music on his site, Mission Notes. Also, Jason (www.bnpositive.com) should keep me accountable with writing a bit more frequently even around here. It’s hard to talk to a guy who writes around 1000 words a day on 5-6 different blogs and not feel like you should come up with something to write about.
Check it out. Aust Severn Powerline Crossing has just released it’s 8th consecutive album.
Songs include:
What’s your band? What’s your album? What are your songs?
Here is your task: Find your fake band and album.
Attention musicians, designers and underemployed friends with basic Photoshop or quasi-Photoshop skills.
1 – Click http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Special:Random
The first random Wikipedia article you get is the name of your band.
2 – Click http://www.quotationspage.com/random.php3
The last four or five words of the very last quote of the page is the title of your first album.
3 – Go to Flickr’s “explore the last seven days” area at http://www.flickr.com/explore/interesting/7days
Third picture, no matter what it is, will be your album cover. The titles of the images on this page are your song names where you can also give image credit for the image used.
4 – Use Photoshop, Picasa, Gimp, Inkscape or whatever software you like and put it all together.
5 - Post it as a note to Facebook, twitter or whatever network you use and tag the friends you want to join in, or blog it and leave a link in your comments.
6. – Link back to the person who tagged you (it’s just polite).
Thanks goes to GW (and her band) who tagged me.
The origins of the name “decloned” for this site in truth come from a song by Christian Artist Steve Taylor. I wonder if Steve still has that “On the Fritz” suit.
ASBO Jesus hit on the same topic today, so I thought I’d share the video to spur on the discussion.
Sitting on the edge of having my own little one here, I am obviously thinking about fatherhood. What does it really mean to be a father? I know I had a great father growing up. He loved me, cared for me and spurred me on in my interests even if they were not his own. I had a better heavenly father though. A Father who redeemed me when I didn’t deserve it.
Sitting in the birthing suite listening to the heartbeat of my son who I will get to meet tomorrow morning, I am overwhelmed.
“Before I formed you in the womb I knew you,
before you were born I set you apart;
I appointed you as a prophet to the nations.”Jeremiah 1:5
Becca is trying to get comfortable so she can sleep. I am not sure I’ll be able to. I am a bit excited. Listening to his heartbeat is calming, but makes it all the more surreal that I am sitting here in the birthing suite waiting on him to be here.
I am beginning to see what God feels for us. Even now, I know I would do anything for Aidan. How much more God would do/has done for us.
Some things I am feeling right now. Overwhelmed. Proud. Happy. Scared, but not fearful, creative, inspired and there is a bit of a melancholic atmosphere in my spirit. The music of Bebo Norman and like artists fits right now. I am not sure why.
Above all, I feel worshipful of a God who would bless us with this little one. Dang it, I am starting to cry listening to “Holy is the Lord” by Chris Tomlin.
An artist seeking Inspiration is the equivalent of a writer experiencing writers block. You look high and low. You read books. You look at the works of the great artists down through history. Often it is in something seemingly mundane that this inspiration emerges from it’s hiding place and makes it’s way to the canvas. Then the unthinkable starts to happen…
You question the inspiration. Maybe you saw it somewhere and this is only a half-hearted attempt at creating something far inferior to the image that burned it’s way into your subconscious. Maybe it’s too over the top. Does it even fit the greater context of the style that I’ve come to be known for?
I’ve had questions like these at times when I’ve sat down to work on a new art project. Granted, it’s not usually if it fits the style I’ve come to be known for. I’m a realist, turned abstract expressionist who cartoons occasionally when I decide to do more than just write. But I still doubt the Inspiration of any piece halfway through. Usually right at the beginning. I’ve laid down a brush more times than I can remember because I suddenly felt very cautious of the work. I’ve shied away from showing most of my work on my website because I feel it doesn’t live up to what I saw in my head.
I’ve come to a startling conclusion. I’m not sure you can win at creating your own work if you are not able to have the courage to share it regardless of the outcome, the ridicule or the praise that a work brings when it is indeed created from within yourself. In this artists are called to a different vulnerable position that many others fail to grasp. Of stepping out on stage and not being afraid to sing loud and clear to the best of our abilities. To make big bold brushstrokes that capture the heart of what you feel the work should convey. That’s the courage we need as Artists.