The Years Go Down

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The Years Go Down

As any­one who has read more than one of my mod­est lit­tle scrib­bles here has doubt­less noticed, I have a warm spot in my heart for clas­sic Chris­t­ian rock and the artists who cre­ated same, many of whom are still mak­ing great music. Doing my best to inform as many peo­ple as pos­si­ble about these artists and their work is, at its core, a holy oblig­a­tion; one I will­ingly embrace. At the very least, it’s a far more pro­duc­tive time uti­liza­tion than spend­ing all day on social media yelling Obama is a poopy­head and/​or Trump is a meanypants.

This came into focus ear­lier today while perus­ing a Face­book thread involv­ing Mike Roe (77s, solo work, Lost Dogs). Now, if you’re look­ing for Good Good Father Part II, you’ll most likely be dis­ap­pointed in Roe’s body of work. If you’re look­ing for superb song­writ­ing in both the shim­mer­ing gui­tar pop and earthy blues realms, laced with gen­uine heart laid bare lyrics dis­cussing rela­tion­ships and philo­soph­i­cal mat­ters as seen through (to bor­row a phrase from Roe’s Lost Dogs com­pa­triot Terry Scott Tay­lor) the tired eyes of faith, Roe is your man. He also plays Clapton-​level lead gui­tar. He’s that good.

Back to the afore­men­tioned thread. A fan had passed along some of Roe’s ‘80s work to Stephen Fel­lows, in days gone by leader of Eng­lish alt band The Com­sat Angels. Roe is a huge fan of Fel­lows’ work. Fel­lows had high praise for Roe’s work. Every­body happy happy happy, cor­rect? Not so fast, as said fan after sev­eral lengthy dis­ser­ta­tions on what kind of music Roe should be doing and which musi­cians he should be play­ing with next threw this at him:

Com­mence butthurt!

Aside from the minor detail Roe has decades worth of work amply exhibit­ing he doesn’t need any­one telling him what to do, the exchange reveals a mind­set far too preva­lent on both sides of the polit­i­cal aisle. Namely, that unless an artist is play­ing mon­key danc­ing to an approved organ grinder’s tune they’re doing it wrong. How DARE you not wor­ship at my sacred cow’s altar!

It’s not that pol­i­tics are unim­por­tant. But are they that impor­tant? The sin­gle mom scram­bling and oft­times strug­gling to keep a roof over her children’s heads is often, doubt­less to the sur­prise of polit­i­cal junkies, per­haps not nearly as con­cerned about the new menu items at that fine French restau­rant Out­rage du Jour as she is about silly stuff like pay­ing bills and rais­ing her kids right. Peo­ple and their pri­or­i­ties; go figure.

It also may come as an utter shock, but some folk are actu­ally cog­nizant of the fact that life on this planet comes with a firm, albeit unknown, expi­ra­tion date. This should induce nei­ther mor­bid res­ig­na­tion nor fre­netic efforts to ful­fill all life goals by 2 PM next Tues­day. It should help bring mat­ters into focus. Is what any one of us is accom­plish­ing authen­tic progress toward our goals? If our goal is self-​glorification and brow­beat­ing oth­ers into bend­ing toward our polit­i­cal whim, what are we actu­ally accom­plish­ing? Unless Ozy­man­dias is your role model, kinda spin­ning your wheels there.

Be mind­ful of what truly mat­ters: faith, hope, and love. The lat­ter is the most impor­tant. We, and one day the mem­o­ries of us, will pass from this earth. Love is eter­nal, even as Christ is eter­nal. The years indeed go down. Live and love accordingly.

As anyone who has read more than one of my modest little scribbles here has doubtless noticed, I have a warm spot in my heart for classic Christian rock and the artists who created same, many of whom are still making great music. Doing my best to inform as many people as possible about these artists and their work is, at its core, a holy obligation; one I willingly embrace. At the very least, it’s a far more productive time utilization than spending all day on social media yelling Obama is a poopyhead and/or Trump is a meanypants.

This came into focus earlier today while perusing a Facebook thread involving Mike Roe (77s, solo work, Lost Dogs). Now, if you’re looking for Good Good Father Part II, you’ll most likely be disappointed in Roe’s body of work. If you’re looking for superb songwriting in both the shimmering guitar pop and earthy blues realms, laced with genuine heart laid bare lyrics discussing relationships and philosophical matters as seen through (to borrow a phrase from Roe’s Lost Dogs compatriot Terry Scott Taylor) the tired eyes of faith, Roe is your man. He also plays Clapton-level lead guitar. He’s that good.

Back to the aforementioned thread. A fan had passed along some of Roe’s ’80s work to Stephen Fellows, in days gone by leader of English alt band The Comsat Angels. Roe is a huge fan of Fellows’ work. Fellows had high praise for Roe’s work. Everybody happy happy happy, correct? Not so fast, as said fan after several lengthy dissertations on what kind of music Roe should be doing and which musicians he should be playing with next threw this at him:

Commence butthurt!

Aside from the minor detail Roe has decades worth of work amply exhibiting he doesn’t need anyone telling him what to do, the exchange reveals a mindset far too prevalent on both sides of the political aisle. Namely, that unless an artist is playing monkey dancing to an approved organ grinder’s tune they’re doing it wrong. How DARE you not worship at my sacred cow’s altar!

It’s not that politics are unimportant. But are they that important? The single mom scrambling and ofttimes struggling to keep a roof over her children’s heads is often, doubtless to the surprise of political junkies, perhaps not nearly as concerned about the new menu items at that fine French restaurant Outrage du Jour as she is about silly stuff like paying bills and raising her kids right. People and their priorities; go figure.

It also may come as an utter shock, but some folk are actually cognizant of the fact that life on this planet comes with a firm, albeit unknown, expiration date. This should induce neither morbid resignation nor frenetic efforts to fulfill all life goals by 2 PM next Tuesday. It should help bring matters into focus. Is what any one of us is accomplishing authentic progress toward our goals? If our goal is self-glorification and browbeating others into bending toward our political whim, what are we actually accomplishing? Unless Ozymandias is your role model, kinda spinning your wheels there.

Be mindful of what truly matters: faith, hope, and love. The latter is the most important. We, and one day the memories of us, will pass from this earth. Love is eternal, even as Christ is eternal. The years indeed go down. Live and love accordingly.