19 October 2006

Complete & Utter Randomness

Sometimes I feel as if my life has been reduced to ironing and MP3s.

Okay...I'm being a bit dramatic, but I've been known to have such tendencies.

Anyway, Miller (and friends) are discussing the dilemma the church faces given the fact that our pastors are paid by those sitting in the pews -- an inherent conflict of interest, especially when our pastors actually work for God (and not the patrons of the church).

Besides a few thoughts I've offered on the subject, I've been thinking a lot about the very things I write about on this blog. It seems to me there was this point where I stopped writing for myself, and started writing for my audience. Or, more accurately, began thinking about it a lot more than I did when I first began. I'm approaching a year in the game now and have actually thought about giving it up for a while. But I have this fear that like the moment I make a decision like that, a million and one thoughts will like fly into my mind and I'll go nuts keeping the lid on.

I think the angst has something to do with the stuff I never write about because I figure no one will be interested. So I'm gonna remedy that situation right here and now. You know, like get it out of my system (and then move on)!

So back in my college days I used to be an underground party kid, or as the news media called us, a raver. Yes, those kind of raves -- with drugs, uni-sex bathrooms and lots of "freedom." But here's the thing -- I never went for any of that. I was there for the music and the dancing. It was always a spiritual thing for me in the sense that when your dripping with sweat, your heart's pounding at 180 beats per minute, the glo-sticks are floatin' and the bass of the techno is playing pong inside your head, there comes a certain amount of clarity that there is something much higher in this life.

Although I never entirely stopped listening to the music, the fact that I wasn't dancing and going to parties anymore attributed to a loss of appeal. But there are some guys in France that have like just been completely throwing down this amazing blend that is most commonly called dirty electro. Those "in the know" use words like "bangers" to describe such tracks and add that they will completely destroy the dancefloors, which innocently means it'll get the kids dancin! So I'll stop talking already and hit ya up with my two favorite "bangers" at the moment. See ya on the dancefloor.

Robbie Williams - Lovelight (Soulwax Ravelight Dub) [Follow link to MP3]
SebastiAn - Walkman [Follow link to MP3]

And if by some odd chance you actually like either of these tracks, drop me a comment or email and let me know. I'd be happy to point you to more of it.

Ed. Note: I'll be back to my (ab)normal self the next time I post. I promise.


Anonymous said...

Please don't stop blogging!
We love you Troy.

Joanna said...

Hey, I think this is one of your best posts. You should write about yourself more often! I know I totally write sagas, but you finally really shared something about you! Something that you like and something about where you came from.

And the music is sweet...
You should just take a trip to Europe and party hard.

troy. said...

Thanks Joanna!

I have some thoughts I'd like to share in response to your comment, but I want to work them into a main post (instead of burying it here). Stay tuned.

And your one post the other day about raindrops -- I wanted to comment, but I was at a loss for words. It was like I was about to tread on holy ground, but couldn't get my sandles off.

Joanna said...

Looking forward to the new post!

And no holy ground here... But thanks. I was sort of proud of that writing (silly to admit maybe, but it made a rough day into something beautiful, that I could share and reflect on, and have fruit for.)

And actually, as a little plug for myself (sorry), the next post that I would like to do, that I have been thinking about, will be about the church... It is funny that I have barely touched on it, so stay tuned for my two cents. I'm looking forward to joining the discussion.