The old men have left the city
The young men their music,
The joy of our hearts had ceased
Our dancing had been turned into mourning.
The book of Lamentations was written by the prophet Jeremiah, at least most subscribe to that idea.
Jeremiah told the Jews the words of God, prophesying their down fall and destruction.
Now here he is lamenting the destruction of their cities, wealth and once again being hauled off into captivity and oppression.
What I like about these verses is that Jeremiah is lamenting the loss of music and dance. Why do I like that?
Because many people through the years and to this very day declare some forms of music, especially modern music, as evil, the work of the devil. Generally the music declared to be evil is music that doesn’t suit the declarer’s taste. Continue reading
In previous posts I have written about how I can’t find any verses in the Bible where music is condemned or categorized as evil.
Then I came across this verse:
Take away from me the noise or your songs; to the melody of your harps I will not listen.
When I first read this I wrote a note to myself listing this verse and then shoved the note in my composition book. I pulled it out a couple of weeks later and read the verse I thought maybe I finally found a verse where music is condemned. But then I went back and read the verse in its context.
Read it below as part of Amos 5:18-24: Continue reading
I have written about the simplicity of God and Christ and how the simplicity of life is you and your relationship with God. Work on your relationship with God and the rest will fall into place.
I cited Matthew 6:1-8 which is part of the Sermon on the Mount. Christ talks about how your relationship with God is just between you and God. Christ talks about getting your heart straight with yourself and with God. Once this is accomplished or I should say as you keep improving your relationship with God, the rest of your life will fall in line.
When I ponder this I think about how this is also true with music or any art. Your music, your art is a very private affair. Continue reading
This is the final piece in my short series of posts about my writing habits or better yet the loss of my writing habits. The previous two posts were originally drafted back in September of 2016 shortly after I had made the move from Pennsylvania to Florida. This piece I drafted, edited and posted today.
How far have I come along with my new writing habits? Well, not as much as I would like, that’s for sure.
Looking back at my composition books and reviewing the dates that I have been writing, I can see just how much my writing has slowed down. At one point over the past six months I went an entire month without writing a single new post.
Prior to my move in September of 2016 it would take me a little under three months to fill up all 200 pages of my composition book. And I would have the front and back crammed with notes of new ideas.
The last composition book that I filled with posts took me eight months. Reviewing my current book, it looks like I am back to writing something at least once a week. I use to write something at least every working day, 5 days a week.
Honestly, right now, I have to force myself to write. Continue reading
His brother’s name was Jubal: he was the father of all those who play the lyre and pipes.
It’s funny how you can look at something every day and not notice some significant details. It’s funny how you can drive by the same location on your way to work, look at the same scenery and then one day see something that you never saw before. It was always there but you were so busy thinking about your upcoming day or distracted by something more prominent. You never noticed that piece of interest on an otherwise familiar landscape.
I have read the book of Genesis a number of times and never really took notice to or thought about the verse cited above. But this time I did and decided to write it down.
I never realized that Jubal was considered the first musician. Continue reading
In a post I worte the purpose of art is to fill the void where worry waits to live. At least that’s how it is for me.
Listening, creating or just thinking about music or whatever art form pleases you can take away your cares and stop them from moving in.
I think about these statements when I play my drums, or write songs, or write poems or even when I am writing these posts.
I think about how I get lost in the moment, how I never want the feeling I get from doing these creative things to end. Continue reading
How TV Influenced my life, music, romance.
I wrote that note probably a month or two before pulling it out of my book to sit down and write about it.
When I wrote the note I was thinking about the influence television had on me. For instance, without the Beatles being on the Ed Sullivan Show would music had been such a huge influence in my life? Probably so but then the question would be what type of music?
The Beatles took me down the road to rock and roll.
What if my early big influential act would have been Hank Williams? How would that have shaped my musical and life journey?
Through the years I discovered and still discover new influences from all genres and eras but the Beatles were the ones who started me down this path. Continue reading