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“The Sickness Unto Death” and “The Honest Truth” - Typhoon
Time Moves Quickly - Noah Gundersen
Fortyfive - Bootstraps
freyatlast replied to your video: Fire - Noah Gundersen i was told to find jesus …
I love NG but I find it endlessly fascinating the way that people raised in distinctly ‘low church’ communities will still use ‘stained glass’ and ‘cathedrals’ to signal their childhood christianity. at least I think I read he was raised evangelical
I’ve wondered about that too. My understanding was that he was raised evangelical, and that he was homeschooled. All of his siblings are musically talented too, so it’s been interesting to watch him kind of make his career (with Abby) separate from whatever musical and religious expectations his parent(s?) put on him. My hunch is that in his songs the high-church imagery is simply standing in for what he didn’t like about church (how people were mean to him as a kid, how Christians neglect the poor, the focus on external status symbols rather than real Christianity, etc.). That seems fair, right? I tried googling for some in-depth coverage of his faith (wouldn’t that make a nice piece for a magazine?) but I can’t really find anything.
I guess this is a good excuse to pull out some of the (bare bones) notes I’ve had in my drafts forever about his music:
Fire - Noah Gundersen
i was told to find jesus
in a stained glass church
where the light shines red like blood
but the eyes of his children
were so bitterly burned
that i could not stand to look at them
when he finally came to visit me
he was dressed in the rags of poverty
Our words are too fragile. God’s silence is too deep. But oh, what gorgeous sounds our failures make: words flung against the silence like wine glasses pitched against the hearth. As lovely as they are, they are meant for smashing. For when they do, it is as if a little of God’s own music breaks through.
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The Gabe Dixon Band - All Will Be Well
Parks and Rec. All the tears.
Stable Song - Gregory Alan Isakov
It’s a Gregory Alan Isakov kind of night.
Our words are too fragile. God’s silence is too deep. But oh, what gorgeous sounds our failures make: words flung against the silence like wine glasses pitched against the hearth. As lovely as they are, they are meant for smashing. For when they do, it is as if a little of God’s own music breaks through.
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