Can We Trust the Gospels? by Peter Williams, Free for CAPC Members
This book is great short read on the trustworthiness of the Gospels, and perhaps a good read to share as Advent turns our culture’s attention to these same documents.
Every Monday in Listening Closer, Jeffrey Overstreet opens up the art of songcraft, sharing his own musical experiences, interpretations, and epiphanies, while soliciting alternate interpretations and discussion.
The Dublin stage was dark. Decemberists fans were crowded up against it. No doubt some were eager to hear favorite songs: something from The Crane Wife or The Hazards of Love. Maybe they wanted to go all the way back to the early days of Picaresque. Perhaps some showed up just for the cool factor that comes from their having been funny on Jimmy Kimmel Live!
And then out walked lead singer Colin Meloy alone. He slung on his guitar, and he sang these lines:
We know, we know, we belong to you
We know you built your life around us
In the hopes we wouldn’t change.
But we had to change some . . .
In this song, Meloy might be telling the truth. The Decemberists have a loyal and enthusiastic following greater than anybody had reason to anticipate, considering how unusual they are—committed to their muses, following the art and spirit of songcraft, storytelling, poetry, and musicianship.
You don’t listen to the Decemberists the way you listen to pop stars—they’re not here to move your feet, influence your fashion, or become a brand. They want your imagination to come alive, navigating the wild seas of mythological, historical, musical, and literary allusions that inspire them.
You don’t listen to them the way you listen to Kanye West—they’re not in this to broadcast their egos and constantly insist that they’re the best at what they do. They have more of an MJ attitude: They just do it . . . and then refrain from congratulating themselves in their own lyrics.
The Decemberists are not U2, R.E.M., or Arcade Fire: They’re not looking for the spiritual anthem that brings the world together. They don’t drape themselves in political causes and angry picket signs either. They let their freak flag fly even if it offends everybody. They’re more like Homeric heroes on questing ships with treasure chests down in the hold, chests full of hardbound classics and fairy tale storybooks. Expect the unexpected.
And the unexpected is what we get when What a Terrible World, What a Beautiful World begins with “A Singer Addresses His Audience.”
Are the Decemberists, in this song, showing some signs of aggravation with pressures applied to them by their audience or the industry? Is Meloy being sarcastic in those opening lines? It’s tricky: He could be apologizing honestly, saying “We love you, and we know you love what we’ve done in the past—but we just can’t deliver what you want.” Or he could be exasperated: “We know, we belong to you” could be a snarky way of saying “Who do you think you are?”
There’s a third possibility, of course: This could be just another story. Meloy has said in interviews that he was creating a character: A singer in an inexperienced boy band who, finding success faster and bigger than he’d anticipated, is a bit rattled by the power of audience expectations.
Money makes artists and their managers both happy, but what’s an artist to do when the prospect of more money depends on giving audiences what they want? Are they responsible to deliver for the fan base that boosted them to success and gave a sense of belonging? Or are they instead responsible to the muse that brought them an audience in the first place, and that might just lead them off to become a voice crying in the lonely wilderness?
Something that sounds very tongue-in-cheek comes next:
We’re aware that you cut your hair
In a style that our drummer wore
In the video.
But with fame came a mountain claimed
For the evermore . . .
Sounds to me like an artist declaring no allegiance to listeners who are focused only on surface details, patiently reminding them that the real call is to be true to a vision, to climb a mountain toward something timeless rather than trendy.
Any artist who wins any measure of popularity will encounter fans that get jazzed by their sound or their style but fail to understand what’s at the heart of it all. They like the miracles, but they miss the message. Many listen to “Let It Go” from Disney’s Frozen and embrace it as inspirational—without hearing that those lyrics represent a character who, rightfully objecting to cultural restrictions, reacts in an immature and destructive way, casting off all rules and setting in motion events that will do damage to her entire world.
In the same way, someone can watch Oliver Stone’s Natural Born Killers and decide it’s cool to go on a shooting spree, completely missing that the movie’s Bonnie and Clyde are monsters—and, worse, they’re monsters who will almost inevitably rise in reaction to a toxic commercial culture that seeks to conceal its compromises and corruption with constant entertainment.
I ran into a small taste of this myself when some readers of my obscure series of fantasy novels sent angry emails and posted angry Amazon reviews about climactic scenes in the final volume, The Ale Boy’s Feast. Granted, my conclusion runs contrary to conventional fantasy-epic finales, frustrates expectations, and leaves some big questions unanswered. My writing may or may not be any good, but the events of the conclusion fulfill promises that have been present throughout the series. The Auralia Thread is a story about characters learning to cast off fears of the unknown, to live in a state of meaningful risk, and to cultivate faith in spite of uncertainty. Because that is the artist’s way: to seek growth, revelation, transformation, and joy. To make all things new. But no—it seems a lot of readers would have preferred a climactic battle in which good guys conquer all bad guys and resolve all lingering questions. (Oh well. My audience is never likely to be large enough for me to have to worry about mobs with torches.)
Art gets and holds our attention by having a life of its own. Truth and beauty are revealed in art by the faithful service of open-minded, courageous artists—The Decemberists included—who devote themselves to capturing a vision bigger than themselves.
Bob Dylan’s “Ballad of a Thin Man” is my favorite song on this subject: a fierce evisceration of a critic who cannot tolerate, control, or own the mysterious nature of art:
. . . Something is happening here
But you don’t know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?
Here’s a spectacular take on that song from Todd Haynes’ film I’m Not There, featuring Cate Blanchett and Steven Malkmus. Fusing her body and his voice to recreate Bob Dylan, they confound an ignorant critic (Bruce Greenwood) who sees art as threatening to his narrow definitions and his illusions of control.
Of course, U2 drew the ire of old fans when they recorded . . .
I raised the question on Facebook: What are your favorite “talk-back” songs, in which artists respond to the demands of their audiences and critics? You can read the long, long list of great songs that readers submitted here.
My favorite reply in that thread came from musician Martin Stillion, who nominated Dmitri Shostakovich for his Symphony No. 5.
Under pressure from the reigning party to trumpet socialist ideals, Shostakovich had to “somehow turn the simplicity demanded by the authorities into a virtue, mocking it whilst in the process of turning it into great art.” (That’s a Wikipedia summary, but a good one.) While his supporters who offended the authorities were arrested and even executed, his career—and, likely, his life—depended on delivering what was demanded of him. The result was a symphony that was accepted by the authorities, who heard what they wanted to hear; but it was also a symphony within which attentive listeners could hear an acknowledgment of Stalin’s oppression.
And that’s how we can draw a direct line between the life-and-death struggle of Shostakovitch, the righteous anger of Bob Dylan, the affectionate argument offered by The Decemberists . . . and the humor of Andy Gullahorn.
You’ve never heard of Andy Gullahorn?
That’s the thing: When we allow our attention to shift from the source of artists’ inspiration, we put too much pressure on them, and we create superficial idols for ourselves—idols bound to disappoint. But when we realize that beauty comes through artists instead of from them, we raise a sail to a Spirit of creativity and conscience that can blow through anyone, from anywhere . . . even ourselves. How good it is “to belong, to belong, to belong” to something so grand.
Okay, Decemberists — play it again!
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