Tuesday, June 21, 2011
Sunday, June 19, 2011
The "rules" are simple... first, be honest! Don't keep shuffling forward for "cooler" songs. If you want to play:
- Turn on your MP3 player or iTunes on your computer.
- Set the controls for all your Music in Shuffle mode.
- Write down the first 15 songs that come up, title and artist at least.
- Tag some interesting folks, and ask that they tag you on their lists.
- Shake (Russ Taff from his album "Russ Taff")
- Jazz (This Train from their album "The Emperor's New Band")
- He Reigns (Newsboys from the compliation album "Worship: The Ultimate Collection")
- All Fall Down (Sarah Masen from her debut album "Sarah Masen")
- Healing (Iona from their album "Beyond These Shores")
- 2 Honks & A Negro (dc Talk from their album "Free At Last")
- Hey, Pauline (Randy Stonehill from his album "Edge Of The World")
- My People (Charlie Peacock from his album "Charlie Peacock")
- Last Song for Michael (Randy Stonehill from his album "Edge Of The World")
- Rocket (Andrew Peterson from his album "Resurrection Letters: Volume II")
- Watching Eternity (Charlie Peacock from his debut album "Lie Down in the Grass")
- Brendan's Return (Iona from their album "Beyond These Shores")
- Prodigal/I Don't Know Who You Are (Prodigal from their debut album "Prodigal")
- Vital Signs (White Heart from their album "Vital Signs")
- Rusty Old American Dream (David Wilcox from his album "How Did You Find Me Here")
You know what this world could really use about now? Jazz. You're probably thinking "We already have jazz," but we don't have jazz, not real jazz, anyway. Don't be deceived by the false prophets of jazz: elevator jazz, doctor's office jazz, double-decaf skinny latte jazz, and, worst of all, jazz fusion. Simply owning a saxophone does not necessarily a jazz man make, my friend. Kenny G is not jazz, he is the anti-jazz. You may argue, "But his music is so relaxing." Since when was jazz supposed to be relaxing? We need to get back to real jazz, true jazz, 1967 Greenwich Village-type jazz: Sonny Rollins, Ornette Coleman, Roland Kirk, and don't forget the king of jazz, the Elvis, if you will, of jazz, Miles Davis. Was Miles here to soothe you, to relax you? No way man! Miles was here to challenge you, to expand your mind, man. And don't give me any of that "Miles played fusion" nonsense, Elvis went to Vegas, Miles went to fusion. The point is the bigger they are, the harder they fall, but Miles rose again from the ashes of fusion and back into the loving arms of jazz. And this is how we thank him?