Wanna see a revival tonight
Lord, let there be a revival, yeah
I need to see a revival tonight, oh
Wanna see a revival, oh
A bit of a dirty word in some circles, some prefer the gentler “renewal” – but what is it about this idea of “revival” that captures us for good or bad? The sin scandals of tent-revival televangelists used to undermine charismatic belief. The “glory days” of the past world-shaking movements – now studied and dissected in the hope of finding a sliver-bullet to turn the tides of decline in church and religious adherence. It’s fascinating.
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Every once in a while a movie really captures you, and this one fits the bill.
Without spoiling it too much, it’s basically different take on the usual rags-to-riches deal – an underdog story with a difference. The film is a documentary about a mysterious musician by the name of Sixto Rodriguez, who should by all accounts have been big, but never really made it. Bizarrely his music became hugely popular in South Africa, and the documentary follows some South African journalists who go on the hunt for the mysterious story of Rodriguez. Continue reading ‘Searching For Sugar Man’ – Music For Searching Souls
(Photo taken by me at P.O.D. gig at the Camden Underworld, London)
Off the bat let me make a confession – I’m a major P.O.D. fanboy. I started listening to their music circa ’99 when I became a Christian. Their music has been like a soundtrack of my faith, and the theological journey of their lyrics through the years is not dissimilar to my own path. Continue reading Music for Searching Souls – Strength Of My Life
I hear a lot of talk about freedom but I don’t know that I’ve ever really seen it, except maybe in my dreams.
Some see freedom as a chance to escape. To leave and explore far away lands. But I dream of a freedom which lets me truly come home to the land where I dwell, to the person I really am. To be peace with a place. Continue reading On Freedom – Music For Searching Souls
One of the greatest passions in my life has been music. From listening to scratchy old LPs on my parents’ record player, stage invasions while playing drums in a gutter-punk band in my teens, wooing my soul-mate with heartfelt songs at an open mic night and to getting bashed up in a mosh pit at a P.O.D. gig.
Something about good music moves the blood in a way little else can. It somehow captures the soul and elevates us to a heightened state of emotion.
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