March 10, 2008

Last night

I actually spewed oolong tea (and that’s something you don’t want to waste) when I heard a television ad for a CD collection of “contemporary Christian praise” music claim that it contained the greatest praise music of all time (or words near that intent).That’s right–you don’t need Messiah or Ode to Joy or Bulgarian monks or even “Christ, We Do All Adore Thee” when you can own this collection of charmless ditties written and recorded in 45 minutes in downtown Nashville. Sigh.

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  1. Cindy Scroggins on March 10th, 2008 at 9:25 am

    Cooper, the next time we see each other, please remind me to serenade you with praise music. I do a mean rendition of “Blessed Assurance,” among others.

  2. Deron Bauman on March 10th, 2008 at 10:39 am

    yeah, they were playing that on espn during the nfl playoffs this year. it’s kind of hard to get your football on when you’re laughing that hard from anger.

  3. Daryl Scroggins on March 10th, 2008 at 11:18 am

    One thing I remember, from seeing some of that praise music first hand a long time ago (when “Christian Rock” [ha!] was first starting), was that much of that swaying and crying and raising of hands still had as its unacknowledged base–the desire to get laid while in a reverent stupor. Let the parents of those 13-year-old long-haired god lovers be warned! And that’s why “Ode to Joy” doesn’t make the cu_t.

  4. Sheila Ryan on March 10th, 2008 at 11:25 am

    “The desire to get laid while in a reverent stupor” — Daryl, you slay me.

  5. Andrew Simone on March 10th, 2008 at 5:37 pm

    I can’t stand that crap. Give me a Lutheran (the man, not the church) hymn any day.

    That dude had soul: he drank, cursed, and preached.

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