Thursday, October 24, 2013

Bradley Hathaway's "How Long."

Bradley Hathaway's newest release, How Long, is a wonderful blend of melancholy and joy, sound and lyric, and a must-listen.
How Long

From opening track to closing, this work has no difficulty holding the listener's ear; between the fusion of folk and blues sounds and the heartfelt introspection in the lyrics there is so much complexity that each listen feels new, and yet familiar.

Throughout, it feels like a dream or half forgotten memory, like a recollection of a life once lived; it is an introspective work, meditating on a past both difficult and happy, with both joy and mourning for the good times, now gone. While it feels like a description of one life, each song is the ballad of a different person's search for comfort in this mess of a world.

Evoking both moods of searching restlessness and deep comfort, this record may be the most satisfying musical work I've heard this year.

One listen to the title track, and I will be surprised if you are not motivated to hear the rest.


How Long is available on Tuesday, November 5, and can be pre-ordered on Bradley Hathaway's Bandcamp page, and you can see what else he's up to on Facebook.

Monday, June 17, 2013

Life (of the soul) begins before conception

        “Before I formed you in the womb I knew you,
and before you were born I consecrated you..."

Jeremiah 1:5a

For you formed my inward parts:
you knitted me together in my mother’s womb.
I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made.
Wonderful are your works;
my soul knows it very well.
My frame was not hidden from you,
when I was being made in secret,
intricately woven in the depths of the earth.
Your eyes saw my unformed substance;
in your book were written, every one of them,
the days that were formed for me,
when as yet there was none of them.
Psalm 139:13-16
       My substance, when hid in the womb, nay, when it was yet but in fieri–in the forming, an unshapen embryo, was not hidden from thee; thy eyes did see my substance. [...] As the eye of God saw us then, so his hand wrought us; we were his work. [...] In [God's] book all my members were written. Eternal wisdom formed the plan, and by that almighty power raised the noble structure.
        [...] The generation of man is to be considered with the same pious veneration as his creation at first. Consider it, as a great marvel, a great miracle we might call it, but that it is done in the ordinary course of nature. We are fearfully and wonderfully made; we may justly be astonished at the admirable contrivance of these living temples, the composition of every part, and the harmony of all together. As a great mystery, a mystery of nature: My soul knows right well that it is marvelous, but how to describe it for any one else I know not; for I was made in secret, and curiously wrought in the womb as in the lowest parts of the earth, so privately, and so far out of sight. As a great mercy, that all our members in continuance were fashioned, according as they were written in the book of God's wise counsel, when as yet there was none of them...
Matthew Henry's Commentary on the Whole Bible – Psalm 139:13-16

        Humanity begins before conception.
        The Human soul is eternal, and God assigned a life, a body to our soul long before the physical was even imagined by the human mind. While the soul is eternal, it is not recycled; we do not float around in the cosmos awaiting the availability of a body; nor does each soul occupy more than one body; while the created soul awaits the body created for it, the soul is not queued up waiting its turn to occupy any random body that may need filling, and there is not battle between souls for an unoccupied body – each body is occupied by a specific, distinct soul, and each soul occupies one distinct body, and that body is occupied from the moment the egg is fertilized in the mother's womb. A soul's value is not defined by the status or circumstance into which it is born, nor is it defined by the value assigned by the parents. Each soul is valuable and worth saving, whether it be handicapped, unexpected, or unwanted, or even on the brink of death.

        Religion that is pure and undefiled before God, the Father, is this: to visit orphans and widows in their affliction, and to keep oneself unstained from the world.

James 1:27
        Visiting is here put for all manner of relief which we are capable of giving to others; and fatherless and widows are here particularly mentioned, because they are generally most apt to be neglected or oppressed: but by them we are to understand all who are proper objects of charity, all who are in affliction. It is very remarkable that if the sum of religion be drawn up to two articles this is one–to be charitable and relieve the afflicted
Matthew Henry's Commentary on the Whole Bible – James 1:27*

        But if anyone has the world’s goods and sees his brother in need, yet closes his heart against him, how does God’s love abide in him? Little children, let us not love in word or talk but in deed and in truth.
1 John 3:17-18*

Did not he who made me in the womb make him?
And did not one fashion us in the womb? 
If I have withheld anything that the poor desired, 
or have caused the eyes of the widow to fail, 
or have eaten my morsel alone,
 and the fatherless has not eaten of it 
(for from my youth the fatherless grew up with me as with a father, 
and from my mother’s womb I guided the widow), 
if I have seen anyone perish for lack of clothing, 
or the needy without covering, 
if his body has not blessed me,
           and if he was not warmed with the fleece of my sheep,
if I have raised my hand against the fatherless,
            because I saw my help in the gate,
then let my shoulder blade fall from my shoulder,
            and let my arm be broken from its socket.
For I was in terror of calamity from God,
and I could not have faced his majesty.

Job 31:15-23*

[...] learn to do good; 
            seek justice, correct oppression; 
bring justice to the fatherless,
 plead the widow’s cause.

Isaiah 1:17*
 
 We Have a Responsibility
 God commands us to protect and serve humanity; those lowest, weakest, most hurt, most despised people. At this point in history, and you think of a more despised class of humans than the unborn, weak, or disabled? Society is telling us to eliminate those who contribute the "least" to society or experience the lowest "quality of life": the terminally ill, elderly, and unborn (even through earliest stages of infancy). Job states that the very same God who created me created each and every human being, the unborn (and his mother), the disabled or handicapped (mentally and physically), the elderly, whatever race or gender, and yes, even the homosexual**, the fornicator, the thief, the addict, the murderer***, etc., and because of this we are to treat each as equal, and protect each life at all stages with the same fervor as we would our own. We, as mere humans, are in no position to assign value on another human life, only the omniscient Creator has the power to do such a thing.
This is why I oppose racism, sexism, and all kinds of prejudice; this is why I am anti-abortion and anti-euthanasia: you cannot oppose prejudice and consider ending the life of another person for the sake of convenience a choice.***


"Thermodynamic miracles... events with odds against so astronomical, they're effectively impossible, like oxygen spontaneously becoming gold. I long to observe such a thing. And yet, each human coupling, a thousand million sperm vie for a single egg. Multiply those odds by countless generations, against the odds of your ancestors being alive; meeting; siring this precise son; that exact daughter... until your mother loves a man she has every reason to hate, and of that union, of the thousand million children competing for fertilization, it was youonly you, that emerged.
"To distill so specific a form from that chaos of improbability, like turning air into gold... that is the crowning unlikelihood. The thermodynamic miracle." 
         "But... if me, my birth, if that's a thermodynamic miracle... I mean, you could say that about anybody in the world!"
"Yes. Anybody in the world. But the world is so full of people, so crowded with these miracles that they become commonplace and we forget... I forget. We gaze continually at the world and it grows dull in our perceptions. Yet seen from another's vantage point, as if new, it may still take the breath away.
"Come... dry your eyes, for you are life, rarer than a quark and unpredictable beyond the dreams of Heisenberg; the clay in which the forces that shape all things leave their fingerprints most clearly."
Dr Manhattan to Silk Spectre; Watchmen



* Socialism; please be patient; that is a topic for another post.
** Homosexuality: Again, please be patient.
*** The death penalty: please see above statements.

Monday, February 18, 2013

One Lord, One Faith, One Birth, One Holy Name.


The Church's one foundation is Jesus Christ her Lord; she is His new creation by water and the Word. From heaven He came and sought her to be his Holy bride; with His own Blood He bought her, and for her life He died.

Elect from every nation, yet one o'er all the earth; her charter of Salvation, one Lord, one Faith, one birth; one Holy Name she blesses, partakes on Holy food, and to one hope she presses, with every grace endued.

Though with a scornful wonder we see her sore oppressed, by schisms rent asunder, by heresies distressed, yet saints their watch are keeping; their cry goes up, "How Long?!" And soon the night of weeping shall be the morn of song.

'Mid Toil of tribulation, and tumult of her war, she waits the consummation of peace forevermore; till, with the vision glorious, her longing eyes are blest, and the great Church victorious shall be the Church at rest.

Yet she on earth hath union with God the Three in One, and mystic sweet communion with those whose rest is won. Oh happy ones and Holy! Lord, give us grace that we like them, the meek and lowly, on high may dwell with thee.

Tuesday, February 12, 2013

Make it happen

"Wouldn't you be happier somewhere else?"

During a conversation about local art, music, and culinary culture, I was asked, "Do you want to stay in Bismarck?"
"Yes. Why?"
"I just feel like you'd be happier somewhere else; somewhere with a more vibrant art culture, and more of the things you really enjoy."

While discussing coffee, I was asked, "Where are you from?"
"Here. But I lived in North Carolina for three years."
"You seem like you're from a big city."

While these discussions are not new, and are as a matter of fact fairly frequent, these two were very close together, and forced me to put a part of my mission to words.

Why am I here? Why don't I go to a major metropolis, where there's a vibrant art community, great local music scene, and tight nit coffee community already in place? Why don't I move to Seattle, or Portland, or Minneapolis, or New York City, or Atlanta, or Charlotte, or Raleigh/Durham, Chicago, or even Fargo or Grand Forks and fulfill my dreams of being a coffee professional/writer/artist/photographer/designer or any combination of these?
Think about this: Why isn't the art community as vibrant in Bismarck? Because everyone who has the dreams I do has done exactly that – left. North Dakota, even Bismarck has so many people who love the things I do, and want the culture I want, but they give up and leave or resign themselves to the idea that there will never be any class, culture, or industry (besides farming) in Bismarck. Those who leave have come to the conclusion that there is no hope for this town and go somewhere the culture is already established (ironically, they then have to do less work).
Think of another thing: How did the culture you seek get established in the places we all expect it? People like you, people like me, founding it. They didn't leave when they didn't find what they wanted, they made it happen where they were.
Here's my mission (at least part of it): I want to be a part of the establishment of the art culture in Bismarck. I want to help the people who are actively pouring the foundation for the structure of our art community. I want to build the coffee community I seek. I choose to stay here because I'm not satisfied letting someone else put in the effort while I reap the benefits of their labour of love. I want to labour in the things I love. I want someone else to reap the fruits of my labour. I want to offer something to the people who love this city as much as I do. I've been told it's a pipe-dream, a utopian fantasy that can never be made real, but I've seen it elsewhere, because someone had a passion and made it real. Why leave when I can make it happen?

Think about that for a minute. Where are you now? Are you satisfied? Are you ready to leave at your first opportunity because your community doesn't offer what you desire? How about this: you offer your community something. You shape the community. You have the creativity and passion to do it, and I guarantee there are others; find them.

Make it happen.

Saturday, February 2, 2013

Thermodynamic Miracles.

"Thermodynamic miracles... events with odds against so astronomical, they're effectively impossible, like oxygen spontaneously becoming gold. I long to observe such a thing. And yet, each human coupling, a thousand million sperm vie for a single egg. Multiply those odds by countless generations, against the odds of your ancestors being alive; meeting; siring this precise son; that exact daughter... until your mother loves a man she has every reason to hate, and of that union, of the thousand million children competing for fertilization, it was youonly you, that emerged.
"To distill so specific a form from that chaos of improbability, like turning air into gold... that is the crowning unlikelihood. The thermodynamic miracle."

         "But... if me, my birth, if that's a thermodynamic miracle... I mean, you could say that about anybody in the world!"

"Yes. Anybody in the world. But the world is so full of people, so crowded with these miracles that they become commonplace and we forget... I forget. We gaze continually at the world and it grows dull in our perceptions. Yet seen from another's vantage point, as if new, it may still take the breath away.
"Come... dry your eyes, for you are life, rarer than a quark and unpredictable beyond the dreams of Heisenberg; the clay in which the forces that shape all things leave their fingerprints most clearly."
Dr. Manhattan to Silk Spectre; Watchmen