1996 was like my peak teenage year. Sometimes I don’t think I have much to offer people who are “deconstructing” now. I put that in quotes because it’s not what I called it when I did it. I’m in my 40s, I’ve done this work. Sometimes I’m triggered by people doing it now, because they don’t know (and I know they can’t know) that this isn’t a new thing. Fundamentalism is far newer than the balance of the Christian tradition. So sometimes twitter is hard. I don’t feel like I have much to offer. But, I do have this. Call it a hymn of deconstruction. Follow Jesus away from the bullshit. The album cut here is slow, but I always play it fast and happy.
The Joy of Richard Ashcroft
I found this version of “Lucky Man” in the early days of Covid. Lots of joy in this, and in much of his work (see also “Surprised by the Joy of It” and others). I was sitting here playing along and felt less lonely, less bored, less shitty. A little bit of virtual church. Oh oh, my my.
Worst Church Ever 