Quote of the day
From reader DD:
We can all moan and complain about the state of SG music, but in reality it comes down to the fans. People who expect a group to show for “love offering” (and there is little love in it), but this same schmo will crab and complain when he doesn’t get his annual 3-4% raise at the five and ten where he works. Come on, simple economics have made this the kareoke industry that it is. You can call it ministry (it is), but the production level is no higher than kareoke at the local watering hole. The fans who will pay $40-80 to see Kenny Chesney or Hannah Montana but expect the Perry’s, Greater Vision or the Kingsmen to sing for a love offering are the reason for the state that it is in. Period. Give me Jesus, but make him cheap so I can still afford to get my groove on at the club later. (Tongue firmly planted in cheek)
Exactly. That said, I actually don’t think the fans going to the club afterwards (you know who you are) or the Kenny or Hannah fans are the ones mainly responsible for the decline in demand for good live gospel music (which is the context in which this comment was made). These people are used to paying for good entertainment of whatever sort and though they might complain (as we all do, even when we still fork the cash over) about how much concert tickets cost, fundamentally they’d “get” what they were paying for. The problem is with the people who want to “have church” at every gospel concert because it’s free, or close enough to it. These are the same people who wax pietistic about building of the kingdom through song in order to make themselves feel better about having stiffed the love offering plate with a measly five when it passed by. Of course many of the people who say these things really mean them and are plenty generous, but too often people talk about being rich in faith and hope and love, as the song says, because you don’t have to open your wallet to get to that stuff.
Update: Just to be clear, Kenny Chesney was DD’s example. I nearly wreck the car trying to change the station as quickly as possible whenever Chesney comes on the radio. His poseur country voice is bad enough (he’s like the male Reba … country singers trying to fulfill the image that people who aren’t from the country have of hicks and hillbillies), but then there’s that preposterous imitation of a suburban cowboy persona … it’s like a bunch of frat boys and cheerleaders got together at Senor Frogs one night with an image consultant and workshopped the perfect confection of “country” affectation and vocal nasality. ooo ooo … and put one of those cute little tropical white-bead necklace thingies on him. Ick. Not that his act or sound is that much worse than a lot of other mainstream country these days. It’s just differently bad in a way that seriously bugs.Email this Post