Hey, martin luther!
Not the king. The other guy. The ex-priest. The theses not the dream.
Not vouching for a thing he says, mind you. I cannot – raised Catholic, still required to expectorate on every occasion cursèd name spoken (Sit, anathema, sit!), also Bishop Arius John Calvin Henry VIII altar boys who talk too much. But Luther with kryptonite theses & at least one time he says this:
“To whatever we look for any good thing & for refuge in every need, that is what is meant by ‘god.’ … To whatever you give your heart & entrust your being, that, I say, is really your god.”
IF taken as true for purposes of this discussion, this discussion & this discussion only THEN this – follow the bouncing syllogistic ball – must be true:
A. if a person’s god = that to which:
S/he looks to for every good thing
S/he looks to for refuge in every need
S/he gives her heart
S/he entrusts her being
and B. music = that to which:
I look to for every good thing
I look to for refuge in every need
I give my heart
I entrust my being
Then C. my god = music
Scandalous, yes. Scandalous, I know: Me, a theist! But the logic – capital L logic – is hanging there, pissing in the wind for all to see, & as my Unkle Wipple always used to say, “You just can’t argue with logic!”
Now let me explain go back explain not how this works of course not that no one knows that
but explain the path how it is I get here.
In the beginning. Paleolithic time. Eleven year old Katy (still floats in warm hope she might one day grow into those eyes like puppies into paws). Headphones. Lies in bed. Soundvibes like worms into the ears: Genesis or Pink Floyd or Incredible String Band or Talking Heads when-
Cra-a- [I Am Who Am] -a-ck!
-There. That. Did you hear it? Just a flash. Just. One split second that changes everything, that’s all.
& in that second that eternal instant a certainty: God has placed-hidden-submerged the sound of his Holy Name spoken into a music & sent it down the stream.
& too, this: That sound can be located-identified-isolated like some mutant sequence of DNA. That sound can be located-identified-isolated maybe even by ME! A simple sound waiting for ME to stumble into it.
Scripture says it: The sound of the Holy Name spoken kills the flesh – Death maybe but Enlightenment surely! – & I go on searching anyway, 16 years & counting. & I hear traces in black metal, rumors in Arvo Pärt. I chase didgeridoos & Tuvan throat singers down dark alleys that twist in upon themselves & into where Captain Beefheart still howls.
You should listen.
The footprints of God
Alright then. Alright now. Enough of my cheap wordplay nonsense.
I will just show you. Let me show you. Reveal, even. This is what I’ve found so far…
01. The Microphones – Mount Eerie (2003)
02. Peter Gabriel – Passion (1989)
03. Pink Floyd – The Final Cut (1983)
04. Tom Waits – Swordfishtrombones (1983)
05. Genesis – The Lamb Lies Down On Broadway (1974)
06. Dirty Projectors – The Getty Address (2005)
07. Lou Reed – Magic and Loss (1992)
08. Tom Waits – The Black Rider (1993)
09. Neutral Milk Hotel – In the Aeroplane Over the Sea (1998)
10. Peter Gabriel – Peter Gabriel #3 (1980)
Be careful. Especially w/ those top 3. They are divine & eggshell skulls may explode.