One of the finest worship albums I know is an unplugged offering by the leaders at Bethel Music. Called “The Loft Sessions”, this beauty is musically pure and spiritually powerful!
The videos take the experience up several notches further still, in my opinion.
Here are two samples of what I’m talking about.
I have two future museum pieces in my dresser drawer: They’re flat, plasticized membership cards. The blue one reads “Blockbuster”, and the red one says “Rogers”. I used to use them to rent movies.
It dawned me not long ago that my kids are growing up without a clue of what that’s all about. How will I ever explain it to them?
This will help.
Several months ago, my wife bought me a birthday gift — a bucket-list-altering ticket to an event “some evening in the fall”.
Tonight is that evening, and it’s all tied back to a 2002 documentary.
Sometime after the end of his famous sitcom, Jerry Seinfeld was featured in a documentary called “Comedian”. It chronicled his journey, from sitcom star back to stand-up comedy. It provided anyone who cared a peek behind the curtain of what is involved in the creating and performing of a carefully crafted and painfully put-together stand-up act. I found it fascinating.
Many of the best scenes feature Seinfeld in the back rooms of various comedy clubs, chatting with other known or lesser-known comics. They’re trying out jokes, analyzing what works and doesn’t, and shooting the breeze. Perhaps the best visit features Seinfeld and Chris Rock. The tone of the dialog suddenly changes; it gets slower, quieter. They begin to speak of “someone”, someone whose comedy and career and character impresses them in an unusual way. They marvel at his longevity, at the fact that he had just performed what they thought was his greatest stuff yet. There is almost reverence in the scene, as they speak of Bill Cosby.
And that was when I made up my mind: I needed to see Cosby perform before one of us could no longer keep the appointment.
Tonight is that night, in Minot, ND.
Happy birthday, indeed!
Wily water-critters with their smacky tails, beavers can dam things.
Flashy control-centers with the wacky apps, computers can damn things worse.
Chunks of my past days have been spent trouble-shooting both my phone (Who knew IOS stood for “Your phone will become a paperweight”?) and my computer. The computer issue is not yet resolved, and it revolves around my Evernote application. I have nothing bad to say about Evernote, which is generally slick as can be. But my program seems to be locked up by a PDF I tried to upload on the weekend. Multiple opens and closes have solved nothing. A re-load might be next.
Most of this is relevant to this blog only because I use Evernote to collect all my Six-Pack candidates.
And that’s why I’ve now missed a second edition of the struggling-to-be-weekly feature.
So I will continue to pound away at the Evernote elephant. And if that doesn’t work, I’m hiring out all my tech needs to beavers. If things are going to be this plugged up, there might as well be some buck-teethed furry fellows running the show.
This one might.