Saturday, November 12, 2005

 
Last night I went to see Starflyer 59 play in Vancouver with Matt and Stephanie. I told them on the way home that it was this weirdy, creepy feeling watching them play. Don't get me wrong, I loved it, but you know how music takes you back sometimes?

My brother convinced me to buy "Gold" by Starflyer when I was in middle school. I think it was part of some great master plan on his part because I couldn't stand the fuzzy noise and the cd ended up in my brother's collection. But I grew up with that sort of background noise because my brother listened to it. I also watched GRock in high school and they played the "Housewife Love Song" video all the time. My freshman year of college I downloaded some Starflyer songs like "All My Friends Who Play Guitar", and went to see them play that fall. I was bored.

But this summer I've rediscovered Starflyer on my own and love it. Last night at the concert it felt like some underlying foundational noise to my life was right there before me. In the past I've never really listened to Starflyer on my own, but somehow that rock and roll seemed to be something that's been a big part of my life for a long time. That classic Starflyer sound doesn't leave. I told Matt last night that I can still hear the songs from "Gold" although I haven't listened to it since I was 14.

And so I stood there thinking of all the rock and roll I love. It just reminded me of my brother, who got into that music, and by my admiration for him, passed it on to me. It's funny how you discover things, fall in love, and make them your own issues, concerns, ideals, and lifestyle. Funny how that is.

Sunday, November 06, 2005

 
Well, we had an interesting night at church on THursday, which involved talking about canonziation. Now I'm very confused, very upset, and completely lost. Some of you might say that it's about time, or 'why hasn't this come to you before?', when it reality it has, but I think the idea of a mixed up and almost futile Bible has just stayed in the back of mind. If it was in the forefront I knew everything might come crashing down. But, now it's in front of me and I have to deal with it somehow, in some way. I'm almost ready to give up the fight.

It almost feels predictable. Here I am at 23 now, questioning what i knew, what I know, and what I want to know. I am about to graduate from college, step out into a life of independence, and I'm questioning everything. Hello- welcome to the stereotype of Generation Y. Nice to meet you.

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