Robert (gurdonark) wrote,
Robert
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but the only thing I ever really wanted to say, was wrong, was wrong....

A huge thunderstorm woke me up at 3:00 a.m. I love the sound of rumbling in the distance, like some space war or momentous event far away. The bottom of the blinds flash as if they were alive with the lightning.

I turned on my shortwave radio, but the weather conditions limit me to U.S. radioevangelists, who use the word sin about as often as I use the article "and". One program is a radioplay in which one character lures another into "sin" by use of a promise of a "big needle full of heroin", and I pause to think that drug sales of seriously addictive and destructive drugs probably does fit my personal definition of "sin", but the revelation did not make me wish to listen further to hear how the play comes out.

I bypassed altogether the Reverend Gene Scott, who seems to be on 24 hours a day on multiple stations, and who operates a ministry from a rather unimpressive former movie theater in downtown Los Angeles. Some consider him a more refined taste than the more pure grain radioevangelist, because his fund-raising zeal is so unadorned that some services degenerate into Dr. Scott saying "we're going to play this damn music [usually referring to easy listening jazzy stuff] until enough pledges come in". I rarely listen to his program, though I do like that sometimes the "damn music" is actually pretty listenable 60s era cocktail jazz.

Lately I think that fundmentalists and charismatics
have a few pages in their playbook which my own personal team of liberal religionists should adopt.
When the fundamentalists and charismatics perceived a threat to their worldview, they promptly started not only churches but also Bible colleges, media programs and other ways to reach out to ordinary people. Perhaps religious liberals need their own "movement" of little liberal church schools affordable for ordinary people and alternative press and media outlets just as the fundamentalists and
charismatics have. I can imagine a hypothetical set of names--Word of Evolution Scientific College,
Books Unbanned Magazine, and a Book of Uncommon Prayer.
Of course, Skeptic Magazine already exists, so the slate is not completely empty.

One thing I love about the internet is the ability to look up song lyrics for songs I loved but never knew the words to sing. Tonight was a look at the Sundays' "Sound" album. I have sung along to "Here's Where the Story Ends" hundreds of times without having the foggiest what the lyrics actually were. There's something about "it's that little souvenir of a terrible year" that drew me in when this song was released, and draws me in even more today. That line:
"and the only thing I ever really wanted to say was wrong, was wrong, was wrong" really resonates. Even as we all grow too old for our affectations, this is the kind of song which can help one get in touch with one's inner teen. Next I'll no doubt be trying to figure out those Cocteau Twins songs.

I'm really impressed by how creative the folks here on LiveJournal can be. It seems as though I'm always seeing a great work of art, or a successful writing project, or a new website being created. Perhaps
instead of helping found a Multi-scriptural alternative to Bible colleges, I should be focusing on
an alternative to talent--the Word of Mediocrity College. Without meaning to offend anyone's tastes, I do get a chuckle from the idea of the Jon Bon Jovi School Distinguished Professorship in Music, the
Thomas Kinkeade Art Fellowship ("I'm a Kinkeade Fellow in watercolors") and the Greta Van Susteren School of Journalism. I'd endow the Ogden Nash professorship for poetry any day....
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