I haven’t given up, I’ve just stopped trying

I stuck the knife deep into the heart of datapimp.com on Sunday, and killed off my little 8 year old project. 8 years and three months to be exact, but who’s counting. That’s a long time to run an unsuccessful web business. I think we may have set some kind of record. By unsuccessful I […]

I don’t pray. Kneeling bags my nylons.

I saw a really interesting documentary called, Danielson: A Family Movie, and it got me thinking about a lot of things.

Mainly about why so many “Christian” performers feel compelled to sing about the blood of Jesus in every song. As if a song that fails to mention Jesus a dozen times is some kind of one-way ticket to HELL. The only other genre of popular music that has such a strong biblical bent is Reggae, but those guys know how to sprinkle the Jah songs among other, more universal, messages.

Daniel Smith, or Danielson, is an odd, creative guy. He is also a devout Christian. But because he doesn’t beat the listener over the head with continual references to his lord and savior (or his lord and savior’s blood, or rugged cross), his art is accessible to everyone. At least everyone who enjoys weird stuff.