Showing posts with label music. Show all posts
Showing posts with label music. Show all posts

What is "Made To Speak"

For those of you that don’t know, for a long time my band and I had been under the project name “Madeline Speak”.  And for an even longer time, before that band came around, I had created this project for two reasons and two reasons alone.  #1, I loved music.  It was as simple as loving art, enjoying myself while doing something that supposedly gave me value and integrity in this world.  #2, for my own ambitions, which was for my own glory.

I know how taboo it is to say such a thing, that I was living for my own glory, but how true is it in this American society we live in today?  I don’t believe it is a coincidence that all the popular music these days is 98% saturated with loving oneself, living for ambitions without any accountability for our actions, and putting our comforts before the comforts of others.  How many rappers in all seriousness, simply talk about how great they are, how much better they are than the competition, how many women they have and the money to buy every desire of their heart?  How selfish we as a nation had become!  And I too, was no different.

The “rock” world seemed to me, at the time, to be a more “moral” place, a place where seeking your own glory was frowned upon, and only making music for “the love of music” was viewed as an acceptable motivator to climb your way to the top.  The front man of Green Day, Billy Joe Armstrong said it best when he said a rapper can talk about their bling and their cars and their women, but if a rockstar said that, their fans would probably stone them.  Yet we were all deceived.  How many “Battle of the Bands”, be on the cover of so and so magazine, win this competition and get a record deal type “competitions” have we seen in the past 5 years alone?  Almost every independent artist that I know is trying to “make it”, and they blindly follow this ambition thinking it’s the “good life”.  Trent Reznor (Nine Inch Nails) said that when he became rich and famous, he thought his life would be better, but he found it wasn’t at all he said (paraphrased).  Jim Morrison, Layne Staley, Kurt Cobain to name a few, were men who had it all, the money, the fame, the notoriety, the respect amongst other artists and musicians, the integrity among fans and peers... yet all of them died by overdoses and suicide, when their careers were at their peaks.  Cobain's wife, after his suicide, said “I can’t believe how narcissistic he was to actually go through with it.”  

My pastor friend and I had a conversation once over some burgers and fries at Island’s, and I said to him,

“Dude!  I’m gonna give up this whole making music thing and just go to med school and be a doctor, and make lots of money and make babies with a beautiful wife.”  He responded by saying, 

“How sad it is that such a noble profession as healing the sick has turned into a means for material pleasures in our society.”  I had nothing to say.  Then I thought about it, and we could have easily replaced the phrase “healing the sick” with…

How sad it is that such a noble profession as "making music" has turned into a means for material pleasures in our society.     

I finally came to a point, down on my knees, when everything was going wrong in my life, cried out to God and said “Why am I like this?  Why are we like this?  Where do we turn to if not to you?  What can man do to help ourselves?  Look at what we’ve done already!  Is this where our road ends?  Are we truly just chimps with bigger brains like 99% of all the schools in this country drilled in my head growing up?  Did I miss something?”  

I can’t go into detail what happened this last year, but God and I met, in our own time, in a private place.  I’m sure most of you know that I am a follower of Jesus Christ, who was crucified and died for our sins that whoever believes in Him will not perish, but have eternal life.  And understand that this project, is being made a new, brimming with love I had never seen, exuding with grace I have not attained, and shining in goodness and light I can not fully understand… but it is not my light.  As the picture suggests (thanks to my friend freezerburrn), It is the sun behind me that shines, infinitely bigger than I yet graceful enough to clothe me in it’s warmth… And here and now I am fulfilling that which has been given to me, to speak to those through song, who are hurt, lost, confused, lukewarm, seeking more… And it is in God I trust, and it is His message that speaks.  

2 Cor 5:17

Love & respect always, 

Andy



A River Runs Through It

It was my first tour around the western side of the country. I had never seen the other states like Idaho, Washington, Oregon or Utah before, but driving through it all I realized how beautifully diverse America really was...

At one point you have mountain ranges, broad and strong, standing by forest green trees dancing in place with the morning breeze... a deep, silvery lake glistening against the fiery sun only to reveal its' glory even more... and morning clouds outside the foot of our cars blooming at the tip of every breathe, wafting away every memory of smog filled LA traffic... I stood there drifting away to the most beautiful, simple sound that creation makes when you're free...

I saw eternity.

Rolling hills carved out by ancient rivers and torrents... Green dunes in the spring refined to a soft golden brown in the fall... still, unforgiving deserts accompanying 16 hour drives... it was by the grace of the Creator I found a quiet in this creation that I could never find in the big city. There was no wi-fi. There were no phone calls. No e-mailing to worry about, no politics to take care of, no business to tend to. Moments of silence and peace where my soul would yearn for that greater place, that greater existence that all humanity longs for.. but most never find. I heard it in myself for years but never really realized that it wasn't under my nose... it was inside me. Me. A soul. Not a body, but a soul. For so many years I never understood what that meant. Dark and driven by my desire to succeed, I found no comfort in any success that came my way and found depression and hopelessness in every failure that blocked my path. Even if I had been successful, what was my end to be? Was the phrase "Eat, drink and be merry for tomorrow we die" any less of a destination than what my life was gearing up to be? What was the final frontier supposed to look like? Was there one? I grew up looking up to people like Kurt Cobain and Tupac Shakur, who both in their own right walked a path that led to their own demise... and as glorified as they were by the money makers and sellers of faces and souls, I bought into their so-called glory, and desired ever so quietly, to die just as they did. Immortalized in black and white pictures of anger and angst, I wanted to take my own life in a blaze of glory and success, or as Kurt Cobain put it, to rather "burn out than fade away."

He was speaking about his career, his life... for his career became his life.. his success, who he was. His life was no longer a spirit or a person, but a body.. a body of work made up of success, cd sales, ticket sales, signed autographs and the approval of peers... and without those things, those things he feared to lose, his life had no meaning... because that was life to him. So he took it that fateful day with a shotgun to his head, fearing the eventual fading away of his story in the eyes of millions. Oh how so many of my generation wept for him! Yet I wonder what we learned from his tragic story, his final frontier.. Because if there isn't a final frontier where meaning and beauty coincide... where truth and love are the way of life... and if random occurrences can forge the ninth symphony, the complexions of the human anatomy, and the tragedy and hopeful victory of truth and morality... and if my soul is simply a thought and if I'm better served to survive as an unforgiving beast and a more clever devil, in a world full of devils, then I don't think Kurt was too far off. As Shakespeare put it, life would be

"but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage
and then is heard no more: it is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
signifying nothing."


Sound and fury, signifying nothing...

As much as we musicians and artists have touched the multitudes and multitudes of faces and hearts throughout the generations, and as much as I as a minister have influenced and impacted those wonderful human lives brought to my care thus far... we are still nothing without that which is greater than us.. nothing without a truth that binds us and unites us to live for a cause that is worthy of our lives... and our deaths.

"All we have to decide is what to do with the time that's given to us." -J.R.R Tolkien

In the quiet and in the stillness.. in the darkness and in the silence, He is there.. patiently waiting, knocking on the door that pride and grief keeps shut so tight.. and if only I had known that to truly live a different life.. to live as a light to the world, to believe in a higher calling and to treasure a jewel worth selling everything over... the old needed to pass. The seed that sprouts the majestic Redwood must first die, in order to become the greatest and largest tree in the world, climbing closer to the heavens than any earthly thing, and providing shelter and food for the birds of the air to perch their nests. So be still my heart, for He is with you...

There is a river whose streams make
glad the city of God,
The holy dwelling places of the Most
High.
God is in the midst of her, she
will not be moved;
God will help her when morning
dawns.
The nations made an uproar, the
kingdoms tottered;
He raised His voice, the earth
melted.
The LORD of hosts is with us;
The God of Jacob is our stronghold. Psalms 46:4-7