Friday fodder...

  • Pasty has 2 more games left in his season, then he believes that he'll be called up to Varsity for the playoffs. He's really been enjoying being a tackling target for practices this week. Woohoo.
  • The David Crowder Concert that me, The Moses, the Crow, & Schoern attended on Tuesday at the Fillmore in SF was worth the 7 hours of travels. What stood out to me: musicality; humor; incredible lyrics that could be understood (& were projected on a small screen, stage right); great interaction with the crowd.
  • Directly in contrast to the other 2 acts - The Myriad. This group sounded a lot like, a lot, alot a LOT like they were a Radiohead tribute band that also liked Coldplay & had heard Rebel Yell as well. The smoke machine made it interesting, as did the emo meets 1870's bank teller outfit on a guitar player. I liked the wall of noise they used... Then came Phil Wickham. The presentation was frantic; frenetic; forced; TheMoses thought it was manipulative (& I couldn't argue against it...) What I couldn't get past was that it sounded like he had inhaled a bunch of helium & drank about 42 espressos before he hit the stage. Then came Crowder, & all was right with the world... At least for me & the boys.
  • I'm really enjoying the Roundabout discussions as well - where we pick a topic & talk about it - for more, check out: Roundabout.
  • While I blog, I've been listening to the Podcast "Converts to Hell" from Rob Bell/Mars Hill - he nailed something - the gist of it is: we think that if we pray "the prayer" & go to church weekly, that it will guarantee or promise a "good life." Good relationships. Faithfulness from spouse & friends. Kids that grow up big & strong, loving Jesus. But it doesn't. And it won't. Because there's no superstition or formula or quick fix to Christ-following. It's learning, growing, & obeying.
  • We have a new dog - it's Pastor Jack's brother from the same litter she came from - the owner gave the dog, formerly known as "Tiny Tim" due to a hip issue caused limp, now called "Little Mac Baggins" to us (in a very roundabout way,) as she was unable to care for the dog anymore. One day of conflict has been followed by two dogs that are the best of friends & true partners in crime. I'll try & get a picture of the two together & post it - Little Mac is a black & rust colored weiner dog, while Little Pastor Jack is all rusty-brown. Which reminds me...
  • Life is better with friends...
  • 5 launchings into the blogosphere....:

    Destro Jones said...

    I'm disappointed you didn't name Mac as Pastor Jill. ;)

    David said...

    Johnny would be a star if he lived in Mayberry.

    As I passed the high school football stadium there around 10 a.m., there already were blankets covering seats because people were saving their seats for this evening's game.

    noel said...

    yeah for life being better with friends. i agree wholeheartedly.

    shontell said...

    I have a hard time understanding the near obsession people have with the David Crowder Band. They remind me of that scene from Willy Wonka (the original) where Mike TeaVee says something to Wonka and Wonka replies, "Mumbler. No seriously, try speak more clearly next time." I enjoy the lyrics, just not the pipes.

    scoey-d said...

    Shontell- you like the Dixie Chicks. Nuff said.