Go on, read this sentence and what image does it conjure up?
‘A 60 year old church member phoned me up and offered me a free ticket to a concert’.
Hmmm….. Cliff Richard, the London symphony Orchestra, Il Divo maybe?
If Grace is unmerited, free and offered without earning it, I had an experienceÂ of suprising Grace yesterday.
A 60 year old church member phoned me up and offered me a free ticket to ‘The Prodigy’ (with Dizzee Rascal as support) yesterday. Going on WC Fields’ famous quote, to wit : ‘I’ll try anything once apart from incest and morris dancing’ , I said ‘Yes’ (At 43, I am increasingly becoming aware of my own mortality and trying to say ‘yes’ a lot more).
On one level the sound that The Prodigy make live is equivalent to someone with Tourette’s syndrome shouting over a jet taking off (the member of the sound crew that we knew offered us free ear plugs and the language wasn’t the kind that you would normally hear in an average church meeting even if people got very cross about someone taking someone else’s seat). On another level- see yesterday’s post– even if it is not fully ‘my thing’ it is really well done; 10,000 people leaping in the air, condensation misting the air and soaking the floor and the sheer visceral energy and excitement of ‘Firestarter’ is an experience I will not easily forget.
So where was God in all this?
On one level- it is hard to see. I could not hear many words, but the one I could began with ‘F’ and ended in ‘k’ . It was used so frequently that it became almost comic to me by the end.Â The gig seemed ‘intimidating’- the light show, the body language, the flying beer……….. but maybe some things just seem intimidating as we don’t properly listen to their story.
So try this for starters………music of its genre well done and done to the best of it’s ability….unrestrained, unconscious celebration……the genre means that performers can’t posture so much, rather they invite us into the beat and they seek to release the spirit (small ‘s’) rather than dominate…. Something else- their 2nd album caught a mood: ‘Music for the jilted generation’….
..on the evidence of this concert, the jilted generation are still there- some of them now drive cars with ‘little people on board’ stickers in. They have bought into the system they rebelled from, but don’t feel part of it and may never do so…welcome to a growing part of British culture…welcome to my age group… where language of ‘church’ and ‘authority’ has lost its currency…. in a few days we will enter into the story of someone marginalised and jilted and killed by an oppressive regime. Sometimes the way we coat that message speaks of anything but…
Ok- maybe I’m pushing it too much- I don’t know the genre very well, but I’m also aware of the human and church tendency to condemn first and listen later.
Would I go again? Not sure! But at least I’ve seen them, experienced them and my hearing is still only 15% affected. My biggest impression: the gift and the unexpected experience. Perhaps I won’t, just yet, be exhorting my congregation to ‘F**k all this s**t’, though…..
lunchtime update: a man just delivered my U2 tickets……hooray!!!