By 1984 I wasn't buying a lot of Christian music. Oh, there were exceptions but for the most part I'd grown pretty weary of shitty sounding music wrapped around the same time tired heavy handed lyrics within the structures of an inferior pop song. I'm painting with a wide brush here and I'm pretty much throwing the baby out with the bath water, but for every decent "Christian" record there was a mountain of trash that was supposed to be appreciated because it was a ministry , not an art. Now, to prove my point I'll enter into evidence those first three North American releases from Jerusalem. From 1980 through to 1982 I bought three albums of rather tired hard rock that seemed to have lyrics translated into English from Swedish using a travel dictionary. I'll admit I look back rather fondly on these albums, but it's not because of the music. The cover of the first album was a homage to Boston, the second featured a Les Paul leaning against a smoking...
A place where I just blather on about shit that I either miss, or am excited about. Or I could just be deliberately trying to waste your time. I generally really don't know what I'm talking about. Sometimes I do. Sometimes this is like a stream of consciousness brain dump. I like to think of it as a reaction video, without the video ... mostly though it's just me rambling ... it's meanderambling. #oldenoughtoforget