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This is what Christian music should be. Literate, articulate, steeped in metaphor and subtlety, with a touch to the chords inescapably individual to the artist or band. A sober but deeply hopeful and meaningful view of life in every line, plumbing emotional depths unknown to the Christian music establishment at large. When the music weeps, it weeps, when it rejoices, it rejoices with the authenticity of a reservoir of feeling only someone who’s actually lived what they’re singing can communicate. I adore it.
This has been my first full day here in Winston-Salem. It rained all day today, off and on, a lazy British rain that hung in the air more often than not. The house is shaping up nicely. I’ve gotten my room arranged and am very happy with the layout. I visited the UNC Surplus building earlier in the week and made two of the best furniture purchases ever: a perfect two-drawer file cabinet for $20 and a flawless green office chair for $5. The file cabinet in particular has been very handy–I’ve already reached a level of organization in term of paperwork previously unknown (but very necessary).
Orientation is tomorrow afternoon through the weekend. The bulk of activity will be tomorrow with the big introduction and most of Monday with advising and registration. I feel like I have a good bead on things. Sorting through mountains of paperwork, forms, bills, notices and the like, I consolidated everything I’ve ever received from the college and read over the orientation schedule half a dozen times. Removing uncertainty goes a long way towards peace of mind–after all, the best interpersonal skills in the world won’t help much if one is an hour late to a meeting or even misses it altogether.
I *love* OTR.
I adore them. There’s very little music with a comparable level of taste and intelligence. I’d love to see them live.
I saw them live this spring and enjoyed them very much. They are extremely frank about their relationship and the ups and downs they’ve experienced over the years. It’s intense.