ex-christian and former CCM DJ checking in to say YES THIS.
My day was the heyday of Charlie Peacock's Art House movement, Rich Mullins, Gene Eugene, Steve Taylor's best satire. They were the musicians who said it was ok to make art for art's sake, and they each in their own ways espoused quality in their work. For them it was ok to write songs about sex, to talk about grief and doubt, to write songs about the mistakes they've made, and to hold others to their standards. But of course, the only thing that lasted was the lowest-level schlock that panders. Bland pap that gives lip service to literally any basic tenet but is basically just preaching to the choir, and the choir eats it up with a spoon.
It's been 30 years for me and nothing has improved. Except me, deconverting was the best thing I could have done. But I still have fond memories of the music.
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My day was the heyday of Charlie Peacock's Art House movement, Rich Mullins, Gene Eugene, Steve Taylor's best satire. They were the musicians who said it was ok to make art for art's sake, and they each in their own ways espoused quality in their work. For them it was ok to write songs about sex, to talk about grief and doubt, to write songs about the mistakes they've made, and to hold others to their standards. But of course, the only thing that lasted was the lowest-level schlock that panders. Bland pap that gives lip service to literally any basic tenet but is basically just preaching to the choir, and the choir eats it up with a spoon.
It's been 30 years for me and nothing has improved. Except me, deconverting was the best thing I could have done. But I still have fond memories of the music.