A Delightful Evening.

To relax after a normal day, I put on my smoking jacket and retired to the deck to enjoy my pipe and a glass of wine.  This evening’s pairing was a  glass of St. James’ Winery Country Red, which I complimented with a bowl of Mclelland 2010 Classic Virginia Flake enjoyed through my Kaywoodie straight prince.

The Mclelland Virgina tobacco and my Kaywoodie are a proven combination for me; the 2010, like most good Virginias, improved towards the bottom of the bowl.  It’s taken me a while, but if smoked correctly the tobacco near the bottom can be stoved while the top is burning, and I was able to achieve that balance.  A Virginia can taste like hot air if you pack it too light or smoke it too fast, and I’ve found the key (something tells me this is universal to pipe smoking) is to continually let the pipe smoke as if it was about to go out; it’s a delicate balance.  I was once reminded by a fellow pipe smoker that complex chemical processes are going on as the flakes burn; it is not wise to smoke it too hard or else it will become very harsh.

The wine was very good as well.  It’s a semi-sweet red, which I have found to be my favorite type of red usually.  Definitely fruity, with a good mouthfeel, and a nice, bright aftertaste.  However, when combined with the sweet taste and aromatic of the Mclelland 2010, it was almost too tangy.  Between a few puffs on the pipe, I was ready for something a little lighter and drier; together the two left a sweet taste in my mouth that was definitely enjoyable, but for lack of a better term, unexciting for my palate.  I think next time I might try a drier riesling coupled with the Virginia to see if I can vary the experience a little.

Until next time, then?

RE: Hannah Montana/Miley Cyrus

I will come out and say it:  I completely support Miley Cyrus’s place in the music business. 

Yesterday at the music store I heard a few kids making fun of her and how bad the music is and whatnot, and I about joined in the conversation.  However, after a few moments I realized that most of her fans are around fourteen and under, I realized what she is doing is absolutely fantastic.  Here’s why:

• Kids are excited about pop music.  Guaranteed it’s not the Beatles, but I teach drum lessons in a music store and three years ago I couldn’t get any ten-year-old kid pumped about music.  Hitting drums, maybe, but not music.  Now every single kid under fourteen that’s enrolled in my studio has her albums and listens to them religiously.
• Kids are excited about musical instruments.  At the music store we have kids coming in all the time wanting to learn how to play guitar and sing like Miley Cyrus.  And as a result of that, I have a twelve year old student that’s starting a band with a few of his friends that are trying to play her songs.  Twelve year olds playing in a rock band!  Again, they’re not playing Zeppelin, but hey, you have to start somewhere.  Guaranteed when I was that age I was listening to STP, the Smashing Pumpkins and Soundgarden, but I was a weirdo.  Most kids were listening to Puff Daddy and Britney Spears, and a musical diet like that is akin to growing up eating nothing but Ho Hos and Slim Jims for every meal.
• Kids are excited about concerts!  Miley Cyrus sold out a 12,000 seat auditorium in eight minutes flat.  12,000 seats.  In eight minutes.  Guess who most of the concert goers were?  Kids.  Young kids.  I wasn’t excited about going to concerts until I was at least a 7th grader, let alone seven years old.  Geez.

Just some thoughts:)

 

The Jerk Arminian.

So Joel just posted the Mark Driscoll quote that gives me so much trouble, and I realized something. So many Calvinists I know or have heard of either elitists or jerks. They all have this complex that they know everything that comes out of their mouth is truth. They have the whole “God’s sovereignty wins” trump card that beats me in every theological discussion I’ve ever had. Man. I’m sick of reacting with love… time fight fire with fire!

When’s the last time you heard an Arminian talk with the cocky confidence a Calvinist seems to have? Didn’t think so. I’ve never met a prick Armenian before.

So, I decided I’m going to be that guy. The Jerk Arminian. I can’t wait for the next time a theological argument comes up! I can just imagine…

Calvinist: So, Derek, how have you been growing in your faith lately?

Me: Oh, you know. I’m being drawn closer tot he image of Christ every day, because my understanding of how God relates with mankind actually makes room for spiritual formation.

Calvinist: I wonder if I’m part of the elect…

Me: Can’t really know if you’re a Calvinist, can you? According to you, Jesus wasn’t powerful enough to save EVERYONE.

Calvinist: I’ve really been feeling my depravity lately.

Me: I haven’t. Jesus is actually at work inside me, changing my nature to be like his. In fact, I’m completely sanctified. And you’re a heretic.

Man, I can’t wait.

(p.s. Please don’t take this seriously. I don’t hate Calvinists, nor do I think they’re self-righteous jerks. Nor am I going to be a jerkoff Arminian. Yet.)

Don’t Bash It Until You Try It.

Regarding a certain conversation I had with some friends at Culver’s a few Sundays back, I submit to you this statement.

Today, Sam Burke and I dined at the one and only Country Catfish restaurant in Kokomo.

And Sam said it was good.

Booya.

Love, Derek

Reflections during a rainy night at home.

So I was listening to Robbie Seay Band today, and had one of those transcendent musical moments that God initiates in my heart.  Sometimes the truth I hear in music just stirs my soul around, and I have to get some stuff written down.  This song really let my soul breathe today.

I’ve been feeling a lot of stress with the upcoming wedding.  There’s a lot of changes that I’m starting to go through, a lot of things about myself that I am painfully coming to terms with, and it is good.  It is a hard thing to look all of your shortcomings in the eye and realize someone else is going to have to deal with those shortcomings too.  It is harder than anything I’ve probably ever done, but it is good.  The whole process comes without no small amount of personal brokenness, so this day it was particularly nice to breathe a little.   Anyways, without any further ado, here’s part of the lyrics to one of their songs, New Day:

I’m gonna sing this song
To let you know that you’re not alone
And if you’re like me
You need hope, coffee, and melody
So sit back down
Let the world keep spinning ‘round
For yesterday’s gone and today is waiting on you to show your face

It might not be
The prettiest thing that you’ll ever see
But it’s a new day, oh baby, it’s a new day
And it might not look like
A beautiful sunrise
But it’s a new day, oh baby, it’s a new day

So, here’s my thoughts.  “It might not be the prettiest thing that you’ll ever see, but it’s a new day.”  Man. 

Wait… So you mean, it’s ok to be broken?  yes.

Things will be ok?  yes.

Even though I’ve already screwed today up?  yes.

Okay.

Okay. Things are going to be alright.  If that is truth, if that line from the song is truth, then my soul can relax and stretch and let out a long, deep sigh.  God is ok with it.  My selfishness, my pride, my shortcomings, my struggles.  I don’t have to try to be everything to everyone.  I don’t have to be SuperChristian, because SuperChristian, the perfect 22 year old guy that exists in mind as who I need to be all the time, does not and cannot exist.  God is ok with it. 

And I’m not the only one that feels this way?  Ok.  So this is not unique to my experience… others feel this way too.  Well, that’s refreshing.  That means everyone’s ok with me too.  In fact, if I told people that this is how I felt, they would probably be glad to know they weren’t alone either.  I’ll have to do that.  That’s a starting point.  But wait…

God always seems to accept me no matter where I am in life.  Guaranteed he never leaves me there; I am compelled by something deep inside me to strive toward towards the life Jesus lived, and somehow through the the mystic relationship God has fostered with me, he draws me into that life.  He’s doing that now, and I know this because honestly, it sucks.  It’s hard to continually be humbled.  But it is good.  I will always be broken; that is the constant state of my soul. 

But that’s it, that’s the paradox that my entire life depends upon; that my depravity and His redemption are held in a beautiful tension every second of every minute of every hour of every day.  The junk of my life will always exist, but God’s love for me will always prevail… and that is refreshing.

And I guarantee it’s not the prettiest thing you’ve ever seen.  But tomorrow is a new day.  And it’s going to be alright.

Regarding Drum Tastes

WARNING: This is going to be a drum ramble.

I love drums. But i have this strange natural aversion to whatever trend is going on in the drum industry. Maybe you can just chalk it up to my natural tendency to try to appear as the guy who fights whatever is trendy… who knows.

Anyways, it seems like right now all the big companies are marketing four-piece kits (which I have been a believer in since I was in eighth grade, when they weren’t cool for kids my age) with these deep 24 or 26 inch bass drums and big toms, led zep style. So naturally, what do I want? A Gretsch classic four-piece bop kit with a nice little 18 inch kick, 10 and 14 inch toms and a classic chrome over brass snare (morgan young has made me a devout follower of “that great Gretsch sound;” for a look at his beautiful 60’s round badge kit go here). Go figure. I’ve got an early 70’s stop-sign badge Gretsch kit that I love, but it features a 22 inch bass drum with with standard-size 13 and 16 inch toms… great for any variant of rock, mind you, but for anything a little more chill I’m left desiring the smaller sizes.

Not that any of you care. In other news, one of my drum students told me today (this isn’t the first time) that he liked my hair longer because I looked like one of the Beatles.

I’m never cutting my hair again. :)

So, Here We Are.

Seems like everyone I know that has something interesting to say has a blog.  Whether or not anyone reads them is another thing altogether…  but I fancy myself a weekend writer, and this seems to be a hip enough avenue to express myself.  Although I must admit I spent about ten minutes of this day looking at different design layouts thinking, “Which one looks the coolest?  Which one will make people thing, ‘Ooh, this guy must be creative?’”  How contrived is that?

 

The answer is very.  Very contrived.  At least I’m honest.

 

I’m warning you that this blog is going to be eccentric; I really don’t do well with structure (those of you who know me are knowingly nodding your heads right now), which means topically I’ll be a little schizo… apparently, this is allowed in the blog world, which gives me great joy.  Expect to find equal parts music/pipes/theology/drums/wine/personal anecdotes, or whatever.  We shall see.