I was out Saturday night with some friends from college. After dinner at the Cooker, we went to a used CD store – the Great Escape. There wasn’t much significance with that, except I did see a Lipscomb alumnus working out there. I was sorta surprised, since I was reasonably sure this guy graduated. And now he’s working retail. (Putting that diploma to work) Well, maybe he’s like me and in between jobs. I have considered getting a job at Computer Renaissance (local small computer retail store). But I probably won’t unless I get really bored.
From the “My Dad Can Beat Up Your Dad” Files: Caroline Kennedy and Sergei Khrushchev Meet. Enough with the commemorative stuff about the Cuban Missle Crisis. We’ve had enough already.
Newsweek has dug up the Kurt Cobain’s Diaries When I first heard of Nirvana….around ’91 or ’92, I didn’t really care for their music. Kurt had a certain rural twang to his voice which I couldn’t take. Much of it left a bad taste in my mouth. There was something wrong with having a naked baby on the cover of “Nevermind” (which is why I never bought the album). “In Utero,” their last album was meant to offend. And at times it offended me.
But since Kurt’s death, I learned to like them, especially their unplugged performance….calm, peaceful…. “You Know You’re Right,” the last song recorded by the band, was just released to radio stations. Apparently Courtney Love must have dug it out of her attic. That song is great…strong….driving rock song. Much to the point. It’s amazing that the music is just as relevant as it is today as it was then. You still hear Nirvana songs being played on the radio. Let’s see….in 1991, “U Can’t Touch This” by MC Hammer was big. Do you ever hear Hammer music on the radio anymore? Nirvana had staying power that other music just can’t claim.
What I don’t like is people making Kurt out to be some type of rock god. He wasn’t. He was a leading change agent in music of the ’90s and beyond. But he wasn’t a god; he was just in the right place at the right time. But then he squandered it by giving in to a life of drugs and booze. What could have been will never be answered. We keep asking the same thing in regards to Jimi Hendrix, Jim Morrison, Shannon Hoon (Blind Melon), etc…
At the risk of sounding sappy, I enjoy church on Sundays. Going there reminds me that there are people there who truly like me and want me around. Sure, there are plenty of people who just go to feel good about themselves (late to arrive; leave early before the closing prayer). But then there are the “real” people who stay a long time afterwards….and are genuinely concerned for you.
Speaking of prayers, I did the opening prayer for the PM service on Sunday. Kevin Bass had me convinced afterwards that I said “Thank you for the sick,” a well known potential mess up which I’ve had a fear of since my early middle school years. But then he told me he had just been joking with me. I just let the words flow, not sure of what I had said exactly. I, like most people, have the problem when praying of asking God for things, without actually giving Him the praise He deserves. Praise vs. Petition. Too much petition these days. Not enough praise.