"but there's peace for every pound of strength..."

$30 and two big red X's on my hands later, I have now seen one of my favorite bands of all time.


apart from the people going three-to-one pushing against one small girl to get a better place and the people just wanting a better place to make out with/feel up their girlfriend, it was fantastic.


you know, I can really get into music.
...but not in front of people.
...and never, ever when the music is worship music at church.


but Hammers and Strings...


Bloodshot...


I think of what God's given me so much more when I'm at a club surrounded by people that probably don't believe in God, a place where the F-word is dropped on stage by someone that's written music that I lived on for months, a place where the ground was sticky from beer or whatever other drink of choice people had...
I got into it.
and I got more out of it.
Certainly more than at 90% of chapels.


The words are different, they come from a different place.


and you know, finding You in such places seems more honest than it being induced purposefully.
...but I'm an odd one.
'a breed all unto myself' or whatever my theory prof jokingly said the other day.


as long as I can remain who I am in such places I don't mind one bit.
somehow I remain clean.


but hey, I'm kind of ridiculous, what can I say?
I'm quite a fan of breathing deeply...
it just may come out in odd ways at times.