In the past few weeks I got to enjoy the voracious and intense music of a couple of my favorite roots preachers. I tagged along with my brother-in-law Josh Garrels and his wife Michelle to rural Candada where he did a show of vocal wonder in a quiet church setting. The wood of the vaulted ceilings seem to marry his croonings nicely. And the Canadians just couldn't get enough.
A week or so later, I got my first chance to see the enchanting and ferocious David Eugene Edwards operating under the title Woven Hand at Neumos in Seattle. If you have ever been to a bar show for a singer/songwriter you are aware that it is usually hard to hear the music over the clank of bottles and boisterous voyeurs. However, this man commands quiet attention and he silenced the crowd with his raw passion and intensity. Nothing like seeing a bearded man bent over a lyre singing dark spirituals only to see to his head rise, eyes blackened with straight stare declaring, 'Kiss the Son, lest he be angry'. Kinda makes your kneels buckle. My friend Matt queried at some point, 'I don't think we're supposed to applaud'. woven hand photo credit Greg Perez KEXP
A week or so later, I got my first chance to see the enchanting and ferocious David Eugene Edwards operating under the title Woven Hand at Neumos in Seattle. If you have ever been to a bar show for a singer/songwriter you are aware that it is usually hard to hear the music over the clank of bottles and boisterous voyeurs. However, this man commands quiet attention and he silenced the crowd with his raw passion and intensity. Nothing like seeing a bearded man bent over a lyre singing dark spirituals only to see to his head rise, eyes blackened with straight stare declaring, 'Kiss the Son, lest he be angry'. Kinda makes your kneels buckle. My friend Matt queried at some point, 'I don't think we're supposed to applaud'. woven hand photo credit Greg Perez KEXP
As I get ready to start an MFA program at the UW here in a week, I have been trying to compile my assorted ideas...sorta in the armful-at-a-time shopping spree manner as if I might miss something important as time slips by. Thankfully Seuss is getting a lot of rotation in our living room via my son. He somehow takes the pressure off conjuring up MY creative genius by allowing absurdity and play to constitute meaning. Let us lift our steins to Seuss!!
Just recently finished reading Anne Rice's new novel Christ the Lord. The legendary vampiress sunk her teeth into a novel imagining the world of the young Jesus of Nazareth after her conversion to Christianity in 1998. Told through the eyes of Jesus, we get a glimpse into the mind of a child becoming aware of his complex destiny. Though fictional, Rice states that her main source was the adult nature of Jesus presented in the four gospels. It is also interesting to get a view into the scholarly research Rice has immersed herself in for the past 8 yrs to better understand Christianity and to give backbone to writing Christ the Lord.
To her past reader's Rice extends this thought in her dense Author's Note, "I offer this novel with love to my readers who've followed me through one strange turn after another in the hope that Jesus will be as real to you as any other character I've ever launched into the world we share. After all, is Christ Our Lord not the ultimate supernatural hero, the ultimate outsider, the ultimate immortal of them all?
To her past reader's Rice extends this thought in her dense Author's Note, "I offer this novel with love to my readers who've followed me through one strange turn after another in the hope that Jesus will be as real to you as any other character I've ever launched into the world we share. After all, is Christ Our Lord not the ultimate supernatural hero, the ultimate outsider, the ultimate immortal of them all?
mommy, where did the mountain come from?
0 Comments Published by zack on Friday, September 01, 2006 at 9:31 PM.
This is a decent sunny day view of Mt. Rainier from the back stoop of our apartment in Loyal Heights. The looming Seattle presence is mostly unreal. It pops up here and there as you hit the crest of a hill or slide around a southern bend. It kinda makes me laugh. So I suppose my Photoshop rendition of its surreal nature fits the bill.
Equally unreal is the potato on the antenna on my neigbor's Vanagon. Somehow both the mountain and the potato seem to help the reception.
