#45 Guitars.

I have a confession to make.
I don't like guitars.
Actually, that was more of a manifesto, albeit a short one.
More specifically, I don't like going to Christian events where everybody ends up sitting around a campfire in the dark while somebody takes out their guitar and we sing sow worshipy songs for hours on end.
Don't get me wrong. I'm sure those are decent people, but the whole time I'm thinking, "I could have done this at home instead of freezing outside while being blinded by a fire at the same moment. Can we stop singing and do something?"
Once again, don't get me wrong. Those slow worshipy songs have their place. I'll even go as far as to say that everybody sitting around that fire benefits and leaves with a 29% awesomer relationship with God.
But I don't.
I am here to assure you that there are at least 143,517 and 1/2 ways of worshipping God, and the one we've been talking about is not my preference.
What can I say? I'm not a sentimental person.
Bach dedicated all of his music to God. Most of it didn't go, "Savior, You can move the mountains, praise God, praise God, praiseGodpraiseGodpraiseGod, just just, Father, Father!" (I can only imagine how that sounds in German.) Believe me, I have listened to Bach, and I would much prefer that music over what we sing around campfires.
Some of it would give people nightmares.
The point is that there's nothing wrong with slow worshipy songs. That just shouldn't be what we're known for.
I think we as Christians should be the most intense people in the world. Then, after we show them our unbelieveable music/writing/sports/blog/origami/waitress/staple gun skills, we can just say, 'Soli Deo Gloria, man, Soli Deo Gloria.'
What does that have to do with bands?
Maybe I should just change the name of the blog to "What I would do if music existed. Which it does."