Good Sunday Morning Dear Friend! Music has always been a very healing and inspirational part of my life, as I’m sure it has for many of you as well. But it occurs to me lately that there is another quality of music that has been largely overlooked. Our music from generation to generation has a very forensic quality to it. If you want to know the Greatest Generation, listen to some Glen Miller and Artie Shaw, or Bing Crosby and the Andrews Sisters. If you are looking to understand “My Generation”, all you have to do is go to the mirror boy…through Pete Townsend’s masterful rock opera Tommy, where you can actually see me, feel me, and touch me…which leads me to the point of this particular tune-up.
We weren’t in the car 2 seconds before 16-year-old Grace commandeered the USB port filling the car with Katy Perry’s hit song Roar. As I listened to the song which certainly possessed all the “hit song” qualities, a jarring thought struck me which I have been unable to let go of: There is nothing real about this! I know that sounds harshly and perhaps unfairly critical, but please hear me out. Yes Perry’s talent is unmistakable. But I mean real in a much deeper, spiritual “Tune-up” sort of way. I mean the sort of “Crossroads”real that Robert Johnson gave us; or the kind of real we experienced on the “Dock of the Bay” with Otis Redding…and who couldn’t feel Janice’s real pain in “Piece o’ My Heart”?
Please feel free to comment here…maybe it’s just me. But there is just something that hits me like a joke…
I got the eye of the tiger, a fighter, dancing through the fire
‘Cause I am a champion and you’re gonna hear me ROAR
Louder, louder than a lion
…from the Entitlement Generation? Champion? Hear me Roar? Really? What…you didn’t get that X-Box or Smart Phone you wanted? I thought of a radio interview I listened to with two economists talking about the difference between who we were during the Great Depression and how much more catastrophic a repeat would be because of who we are today. The pampered sheep who thinks it’s a lion…until the wolf shows up. Isn’t that really who we have become…generally speaking? It is all packaged and produced from the outside in, is it not? Yes, we have a glimmer of an Adele here and there, now and then. But that has become the rare exception to an otherwise bellowing blast of narcissism as the anthem of a generation. Bring it on Miley! 😦
So I thought some more and the more I thought about it, I could actually see music losing its real glow over the years in exactly the same incrementally slow way the day loses its light to the night…until only shadows remain. And that’s when it really started to turn fascinating! I actually did a little research to develop my musical thesis even more…
|Best-Selling Singles Prior to 1950|
|White Christmas||Bing Crosby||
|Silent Night||Bing Crosby||
|If I Didn’t Care||The Ink Spots||
|Rudolph the Red-nose Reindeer||Gene Autry||
|Paper Doll||Mills Brothers||
|Wabash Cannonball||Roy Acuff||
|Move on up a little higher||Mahalia Jackson||
|Jingle Bells||Bing & Andrews Sisters||
|My Blue Heaven||Gene Austin||
|That Silver-haired Daddy of Mine||Gene Autry||
|The Prisoner’s Song||Vernon Dalhart||
|Petite Papa Noel||Tino Rossi||
|Source ~ Wikipedia|
|School of Darkness||Bella Dodd||
…and look what we discover. Just as the sun is to the day, God is to the music! Until only shadows remain. Our blessed consecration didn’t disappear overnight, it faded by the degree of our own neglect…like a very gradual faucet turn you see.
“God always performs the miracle first, then invites us to worship Him, and delivers heaven.
Satan, through the State, demands the worship first, promising miracles as a reward for the worship, and then delivers nothing but hell.” ~ Ann Barnhardt