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Losing the battle of the bands

I recently launched this blog, hoping to engage my congregation and whomever else is interested in conversation related to my grad school work (it seemed a shame to let it all stay stuck on my computer).

But to be honest, I’m a reluctant blogger. How to do this without becoming a shameless self-promoter is my sticking point—and choosing a blog name didn’t help that at all.

So I went with a lyric penned by one of my favorites, Matt Berninger of the The National. I figured that “crux of me” was innocuous enough not to be overly pretentious. Besides, I’m told by the 20-ish crowd in my church that The National is an irrelevant dad-band. After two hours in a dungeon-esque Detroit Masonic Temple Theatre seeing them live last October, I think the kids are probably right. At one point, my wife complained, “this place is like 75% middle age dudes.” No sense denying it, the Temple smelled like a YMCA locker room Monday mid-morning. But something about Berninger’s brooding mid-life crooning always calls to me…even through the fog and gloom of too many over-heated middle-aged bodies.

Have a listen to the bit that pulled me in. But fair warning, if you’re between the ages of 37 and 45 you might get a little weepy, or so I’m told:

“Demons”
I get this sudden sinking feeling / Of a man about to fly
Never kept me up before / Now I’ve been awake for days …
Now there is no running from it / It’s become the crux of me
I wish that I could rise above it / But I stay down with my demons. 

 

(So, it’s a little dark. If it leaves you thinking you should call and ask ‘how I’m doing’, there’s a longer explanation here.)

Now, I wish that’s where the story ended. But I’m pretty sure my wife just ruined my sentimental moment for me. She announced yesterday, you know what your blog name reminds me of…this.

What would I do without your smart mouth? / Drawing me in, and you kicking me out / You’ve got my head spinning, no kidding, I can’t pin you down / What’s going on in that beautiful mind? / I’m on your magical mystery ride … 

My head’s under water / But I’m breathing fine / You’re crazy and I’m out of my mind / ‘Cause all of me loves all of you


Yeah, sure, call it love. I call it, *I just got owned* by my wife.  Cleary, the best move is to scrap this site and start over!

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