The Rebecca Black situation got me thinking about quality art (art that isn’t primarily propaganda or product) and bad art. And, as my mind often does, I started dreaming about how art is often a window into both the creator’s spirituality and the spirituality of the consumer of that art.
The quality and heart of a given piece of art can give a glimpse of the hope that the artist has, whatever system of belief they hold.
This whole thought process was happening this morning while I was going through my morning routine of showering and all that. I had set my iTunes to ‘shuffle all’ so it was randomly playing through all the music that I own (200 GB) and at the peak if this epiphany a track came on from an album that came out in 1989. It’s not a Christian album, far from it in fact, but it literally is one of my favorite albums of all time. It is far from propaganda and the hope that comes fourth from the artist is thick and piercing, even though I disagree with that hope.
I thought to myself as I have many times; “Why is Christian music so weak in terms of where it hits me?” and, “Why is it so watered down, smoothed out and otherwise disinfected?”
The song ended (it was a short punk rock song) and I kid you not a track from a 1990 Christian album came on and I laughed out loud. I’m pretty sure the lyric ‘cold as ice’ was used several times.
What kind of hope do we display when we create or consume bad art that is simply propaganda and/or product?
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