October 11th, 2005

by himself

Slow day

There are days when no matter how fast I run, I can't get my to-do list finished. Then there are days like today, when I feel like I'm a cat sitting in front of an electronic mousehole, waiting for something to peek its little head out.

Here, mousey, mousey. Come out, come out, wherever you are.
rose window

A clinker in the celestial choir

I was asked this evening if I could play guitar/piano/whatever in backup to some vocalists for a Chrysalis event. (We're really low on musicians.) I said, sure, but I'm not sure what I can do is what they want to sing to.

Having grown up attending Boy Scout campfires, I see nothing wrong with singing w/o accompaniment, or with a simple rhythm guitar or piano underneath. But some of our churchy types these days want PRODUCTION VALUE. I mean, they're not singing church camp songs. They wanna do Christian pop/rock.

My interlocutor corrected me: "It's called Praise and Worship music," she said.

"Yeah, yeah," I replied: "Schlock and Awe."