Thou knowest all our weeping, fainting, striving;

November 2nd, 2019
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Thou know’st how very hard it is to be;
How hard to rouse faint will not yet reviving;
To do the pure thing, trusting all to thee;
To hold thou art there, for all no face we see;
How hard to think, through cold and dark and dearth,
That thou art nearer now than when eye-seen on earth.

GM

Disguise of the Actual

September 27th, 2019
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Our actual life is a disguise, no one expresses what he really is. Job could not express actually, either before or after his suffering, what he really was. The ”great Divine event” to which we look forward is when the earth will actually express itself as a work of God, and saints will actually express themselves as the sons of God. Meanwhile, actual appearances do not express the real things. All through Job has maintained his belief that God is honorable; he declares that the friends credal statements of God was not adequate because they said things he could disprove from his own experience “Why I am suffering, I do not know; but your explanation does not satisfy me. Though he slay me, though I am knocked to pieces really, I believe that God is honorable, the God of love and justice, and I will wait for him, and one day it will be proved, that my faith was right.” That is the sublime reach of Jobs faith.

OC

Less doth yearning trouble him who knoweth many songs,

August 8th, 2019
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or with his hand can touch the harp; his possession is his gift of ‘glee’ (= music and/or verse) which God gave him. The Exeter Book

Amazed at sightless whirring of their wheels,

July 14th, 2019
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Confounded with the recklessness and strife,
Distract with fears of what may next ensue,
Some break rude exit from the house of life,
And plunge into a silence out of view–
Whence not a cry, no wafture once reveals
What door they have broke open with the knife.

GM

Et tu?

June 26th, 2019
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When I was young I wrote a lot of little poems, mostly about the beauty and necessity of Wonder; which was a genuine feeling with me, as it is still. The power of seeing plain things and landscapes in a kind of sunlight of surprise; the power of jumping at the sight of a bird as if at a winged bullet; the power of being brought to a standstill by a tree as by the gesture of a gigantic hand; in short, the power of poetically running one’s head against a post is one which varies in different people and which I can say without conceit is a part of my own human nature. It is not a power that indicates any artistic strength, still less any spiritual exaltation; men who are religious in a sense too sublime for me to conceive are equally without it. Of the pebble in the pathways of the twig on the edge, it may truly be said that many prophets and righteous men have desired to see these things and have not seen them. It is a small and special gift, but an innocent one.

I finally found this description GKC outlines in Wonder and the Wooden Post
I have tried to explain this sense of wonder I have to my wife and others, and many simply do not resonate with the idea. I think it might mean more than GKC attributes to it… as in my mind it would be a very positive vision to share with humanity, an edifying one, whether by pen, instrument or brush. Almost as if God says “Do you see this sun bathed wonder of green grass? Do you sense this inspiration and passion of a simple flower or stream? This tree as a sentry? Share it, give it to others!” Then again, maybe it is simply a gift to be enjoyed without any further assignments.

“It is simply no good trying to keep any thrill:

April 16th, 2019
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that is the very worst thing you can do. Let the thrill go—let it die away—go on through that period of death into the quieter interest and happiness that follow—and you will find you are living in a world of new thrills all the time. But if you decide to make thrills your regular diet and try to prolong them artificially, they will all get weaker and weaker, and fewer and fewer, and you will be a bored, disillusioned old man for the rest of your life.”
Excellent advice from CS Lewis. For myself, that is how I have gained interest in songwriting, music production and visual communications (to name a few)… they seem to lead to each other and offer a world of new learning, which, in my view is more important than some artificial bobblehead approval from the right critic or number of dollars in my pocket. Not only is the process of learning something more fun, interesting and “thrilling,” so too are the ensuing “stacks” of complementary talents which follow. Scott Adams, the creator of Dilbert touched on the concept of talent stacks and I think he has hit on a powerful truth, and he describes it in a unique way… basically he describes a talent stack is a way in which one person uniquely combines several moderate talents or skills to make their contribution (he says commercial value) to society greater than it would be if they simply stayed with one moderate skill. I agree. Adams emphasizes that a good talent stack makes for greater commercial viability, and while I don’t disagree with that – I think the emphasis should be on leading an interesting, fulfilled life – regardless of commercial success. Curiously, I have found both commercial success and exhilaration in the learning process, they are not mutually exclusive.

The point? Learn something new! Disregard the foul voice which whispers you aren’t any good at the task in front of you… how else can you learn other than by experimenting and practice anyway? Try a new skill. Read a new author. Study a new branch of learning. Pick up a new instrument. This world is full of wonder, enjoy!

Music Streaming – what do they pay?

March 6th, 2019
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1 million views on Youtube = $740.00

1 million streams on Spotify = $3,970.00 

RIAA reports digital revenues now account for 90% of all music consumed, with streaming taking up about 80%, downloads about 20%.

The music business is now the streaming business. The top 10 streamers account for 97% of all streaming dollars.

Fun nightmare fact: almost 50% of all streaming music is experienced through Youtubes Content ID – BUT – they account for only 7% of the revenue.

Read em and weep my friends.

2018 music streaming rates
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Dietrich Bonhoeffer Letters and Papers from Prison:

January 23rd, 2019
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Nothing we despise in the other man is entirely absent from ourselves.

We must learn to regard people less in the light of what they do or omit to do, and more in the light of what they suffer.

Quality is the greatest enemy of any kind of mass-leveling. Socially it means the renunciation of all place hunting, a break with the cult of star; an open eye both upwards and downwards, especially in the choice of ones most intimate friends, and pleasure in private life as well as courage to enter public life. Culturally it means a return from the radio and newspaper to the book, from feverish activity to unhurried leisure, from dispersion to concentration, from sensationalism to reflection, from virtuosity to art, from snobbery to modesty, from extravagence to moderation. Quantities are competitive, qualities are complementary.

Satan hates what we do when

January 4th, 2019
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we worship God, for when we embrace the calling to be ‘lead worshipers,’ we are doing what satan abandoned.

PD

… just finished a new song “someshine”

December 13th, 2018
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I wanted to post a video to go along with it, which I am shooting – the spinning plates however threaten to fall!… also just finished making a snare drum out of a maple log from a neighbors tree… I wanted to post some video of that too since it will be fun to show from log to groove – but alas only so many hours in a day! I’m getting ready to study Revelation – which I felt inspired to do after reading Jeremiah and Lamentations and saw multiple references to Babylon and so am really anticipating the parse!!! On that note I will end with a salient quote from GKC “…though St. John the Evangelist saw many strange monsters in his vision, he saw no creature so wild as one of his own commentators.”

How true… how true.