Friday, August 22, 2008
Was That A Church Or A Club?
I attended the event. Was that a church or a club? I would have appreciated a warning about their superloud worship "music" which incidentally made me long to listen to The Doors or The Who. If I'm going to be screamed at, please make it angsty. We had a SHOW complete with flashing lights, smoke machines and fans blowing the hanging fabric behind the stage. It made me want to order a martini--something I have no objection to, but I have never felt that way at a church. Quite a few people left because they most likely took objection to the same things. I went to my car to get my earplugs--something else that reminded me of going to clubs--until the "music" subsided. The message was OK, but I would have appreciated getting a nice email with the idea that God is like a mosaic artist who takes the broken pieces and makes a beautiful painting. Or that Michaelangelo could not see the whole of his work on the Sistine Chapel until he was done. I drove quite far and was both disappointed and annoyed.
On the plus side, I met an older gentleman (outside my age range) who may come and see me sing at a jazz club--because if I'm going to feel like I'm at a club, I'd like it to be a jazz club where I actually CAN order a martini or a Corona and really enjoy real music. He works in the entertainment industry and we were in complete agreement about the show.
They want to reach singles, but I can assure you, this didn't reach me. It's unfortunate because I am really longing for Christian friendships to replace the party crowd I have fallen in with.
I suppose it's hard to know what it's going to be all about when you get an email to pass on. You wouldn't happen to have any guys in their 30s--Christians who are slightly cynical, into jazz who maybe wear black turtlenecks with glasses and a goatee or a soulpatch? We're pretty snobbish about our music. No? Well, I was hoping.