Listen for when Lou, who's making fun, at some level, of being a rock 'n roll singer, claps (one clap)--taken up in the moment by the earnestness of the Yule brothers or by the sentiment of his words (against those evil muthas) or whatever. He believes what he's singing in spite of himself. That 'oh whoah, Sweet Jane" after the bridge leaves no doubt. Love this. RIP, sir, and thanks for the song.
Sunday, October 27, 2013
It is no small thing to hear, and to say, in a violent and brutal world, in a world where many easily use others for pleasure and profit, “God is love.” When there has been no real love in your life — and my wife has another such story, for being a pastor’s daughter means little — then the most important question you will ever ask, and you will ever want answered, is “will someone ever love me?” It may be tawdry and sentimental and demand little from far too many comfortable folks who fill churches (though to be honest, so does supporting the troops and opposing abortion and loving Israel, mostly because such things as political postures require little discipline or sacrifice, and they don’t really form people in the image of Christ — and this is true also of mistaking the welfare state for the Kingdom), in many of the churches I have been in — in rough places, hard places, places full of broken, unwanted people — there is nothing more important than to grab hold of that love and know that despite all the world does and has done, that love is yours.
Sunday, October 20, 2013
When, as now, sincerity seems schooled out of professional artists, the straight stuff of it in demotic work becomes a heart's oasis. It has been argued of late, most forcefully by Roberta Smith, in the Times, that museums should abandon their ostracism of outsider and folk art. If our emotional and spiritual uses for art matter beyond our pleasures in formal sophistication, and I think they do, the point is impeccable. The support given it by [the Carnegie] International reflects a catholic and very timely sense of values. Now that just about anything might be done and called art, let it only be done well.