Showing posts with label pastoral. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pastoral. Show all posts

Wednesday, December 09, 2009

In Praise of Brad Paisley: Subverting the Form for Impact

First of all I must declare my lack of love for contemporary country music of the Nashville variety.

Don't get this Southern Boy wrong. I do love other forms of country music: Traditional Country and Western (ala George Jones, Marty Robbins and Loretta Lynn), Outlaw Country (Waylon, Kris and Merle), Bluegrass (Allison Krauss, Ralph Stanley), Texas Country (Robert Earle Keen, Lyle Lovett), Alternative Country (see Drive-By truckers, Wilco, Ryan Adams and the Cardinals, Uncle Tupelo) and those which expand country in new directions (Cash and Lucinda). When I hear a country song, I want steel guitar, energy, ragged production, edge and twang. I love it when the wheels are about to come of. I don’t want auto-tune, faux nostalgia, obvious rhymes, maudlin sentimentality and pop beats. I guess it is because I grew up in a farm house 11 miles outside of a small Southern town before moving to a trailer 3 miles from the same town. Either that or as a music snob, I think I know authenticity.

I hold contemporary preaching with the same disdain. Don’t get me wrong; I love good story telling, humor, the prophetic tradition, brave insights and eloquence. However, like my music tastes, I run screaming from arrogance, judgment, lack of Biblical insight, shallowness, theological punditry, politics disguised as Gospel, self-help and the same old thing. My least favorite thing about country songs is that I know exactly where they are going before they get there. I hate the same thing in many sermons. If I can guess where you are going, then I don’t need you. True art keeps me guessing.

So what does this have to do with the biggest country singer of the decade not named Taylor Swift?

Brad Paisley is a guy I just started listening to… because, like any well informed city folk I allowed the mainstream media to influence me. Jody Rosen, the quintessential New York Jewish rock critic loves Paisley and stated so on Slate. So, I decided to open my mind up to something I had dismissed. I am glad I did.

You see, Brad Paisley subverts the country genre and its cliches in the same manner that someone like Tim Keller subverts reformed preaching. Paisley is not an edgy preacher, like Rob Bell or Mark Driscoll. He is like Rick Warren if Rick were subversive in his message. Paisley wears the uniform of country music like a pair of weathered cowboy boots. He sings of trucks, alcohol, nostalgia, religion and sexual relations like any topical country singer/ preacher. He wears the cowboy hat, plays the guitar and has the same drawl of any number of hatted singers. In fact, he can be as trite, predictable, smatlzy and musically pedestrian as your typical country musician. But within that similar style, something special happens.

He turns the conventional country subject matter on its head, praising the election of President Obama, the future of humanity (as opposed to the "remember the good ole' days" shtick of most country music in which someone name calls a bunch of things from the 50s that nobody under 70 remembers), multiculturalism and empowering women in ways that would make the Dixie Chicks proud. Sure, he is not doing it in a way that would make a Liberal feminist from Greenwich proud, but these ideas seem to be very Blue State in a red state genre. But since he is seemingly conventional, he gets away with it. He gives people want they want and sneaks in a twist they can hear if they are listening (kinda like the parables of a guy I follow). In fact, he reminds me of the Christian writer Philip Yancy in this regard. Yancy would write for Christianity Today and bestsellers on subjects like non-Christians that saved his faith, anti-consumerism, pain and suffering with depth that would make any mainline theologian proud, but he communicated it in a manner that seemed safe (until you subtly started to agree with him). And I cannot believe Yancy can get away with some of the things he says in his books.

I think there are 3 kinds of preachers out there. The ones that beat you up, that do nothing, or the ones that tweak you. Guess which kind of preaching I like?

Paisley and Yancy, like the brilliant preachers, are the guys that wrap an arm around you, make you very comfortable and then kick you in the butt with a new idea or a hard truth (whispering it in your ear is another metaphor). Next thing you notice, you are agreeing with an idea you had previously missed. This is unlike most seeker preachers who wrap their arms around you, make you laugh and never get around to telling you anything controversial, or the Neo-orthodox young edgy preacher that walks up to you, tells you a joke and then, while you are laughing, punches you in the face (sometime laughing while you are bleeding).

Does this make Paisley the next Johnny Cash or the savior of an important genre? No. He is still a conventional country singer, but his subversion of the medium is refreshing. Just like some preachers that are changing the tide and allowing for people to think for themselves or giving a fresh perspective on the Christian faith through story and listening to other voices than what they were taught in seminary, Paisley gives hope to a genre lacking relevance beyond nostalgia. I hope he is only the beginning in a genre I love and I hope his example is followed by preachers, politicians and writers with traditional/ popular voices and pulpits.

For examples, check out these songs:

Welcome to The Future

American Saturday Night

Waiting On a Woman

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

A Soundtrack for Clinical Pastoral Education

I may have mentioned that I have been part of Clinical Pastoral Education during the past few months. It is a class that you can take during seminary or serve in a residency for an entire year. It is much more intense than a regular class with weekly personal/ theological reflections, as well as regularly shared pastoral encounters, in which a student shares a pastoral dialogue between student and patient/ parishioner which is torn apart by the class. This allows the student to see his or her deficiencies as a pastor/ chaplain so he or she can provide better care in the future. While it is usually tied to medical chaplaincy, it should be part of any seminary education process because it makes better pastors and ministers. Sadly, only a few seminaries and denominations require it. I wanted it in seminary but was unable to take it. I am now finishing up a unit related to my job responsibilities.

Part of my own discipline in the class is to intersect music which speaks directly to my soul and is the lens through which I see life and my theological/ personal reflections. I pick a song each week as a soundtrack to my reflection, sometimes using it in class (sometimes just sharing its lyrics). In the midst of this I have created a nice little mixtape of my own spirituality as expressed in this class, a soundtrack for Rick Bennett at this moment in his life. Here are some of the selections (I wish muxtape was still around so I could create it to be listened to).

Some of these songs are deeply reflective and personal and some will make no sense without context or familiarity. Such is the aim of CPE. Its desire is to force its participants to dig deep into their own psyche and spirit to better deal with those things which hold us back from caring for others. Yes, it is cheaper than therapy, especially if someone else is paying.

When I began this class I made a list of probable songs, most of which I have not used. Of course, maybe I will use some of them for a second unit of CPE. But it does strike me that what I thought I would use and talk about did not come to pass. Some of the assumed, but unused songs include: Windowsill/ My Body is a Cage / No Cars Go/ (antichrist television blues) by Arcade Fire, Fake Empire by The National, Best Imitation of Myself / You've Got to Live with Who you are by Ben Folds, Could be Worse by Eef Barzelay, I Might Be Wrong / Jigsaw Falling Into Place by Radiohead and The War Criminal Stands to Speak / Our Life is not a Movie by Okkervil River.

Here is the list of what was used weekly, with a lyrical taste:

Constructive Summer by The Hold Steady ("I heard your gospel, it moved me to tears, but I couldn't find the hate and I couldn't find the fear")
The Charging Sky by Jenny Lewis ("and it's a surefire bet I'm gonna die, so I'm taking up praying on Sunday nights... as insurance or bail")
Static on the Radio by Jim White ("Everything I think I know is just static on the radio")
When Angels Fall and All This Time by Sting ("2 priests came round our house tonight to offer prayers for the dying, to serve the final rite")
Both of Us'll Feel the Blast by Waterdeep ("I hope we sit together when Jesus serves the wine, so I can look into your eyes when I taste it the first time")
Furr by Blitzen Trapper ("and now my fur has turned to skin/ and I've been quickly ushered in/ to a world that I confess I do not know/ But I still dream of running carelessly through the snow)
Still Fighting It by Ben Folds ("everybody knows it hurts to grow up/ and everybody does/ Let me tell you what/ The years go by/ and We're still fighting it")
I Saw the Light by Hank Williams, Sr. ("Then Jesus came in like a stranger in the night/ Praise the Lord, I saw the light")
Sympathy for Jesus by Don Chaffer and the Khrusty Brothers ("I'm saddled with a job you know of interpreting my Dad, to a bunch of frightened people/ frightened or just mad")
Throw it All Away by Toad the Wet Sprocket ("with the time I waste on the life I never had, I could have turned myself into a better man")
Bastards of Young by The Replacements ("those who love us best are the ones we' lay to rest, and visit their graves on holidays at best/ those who love us least are the one's we'll die to please...")
Intervention by Arcade Fire ("working for the church while your family dies")
Righteous Path by The Drive By Truckers ("I don't know God, but I fear his wrath, I'm trying to keep focused on the righteous path")

What are some of the songs on your soundtrack?