If Anything, The Jerk is Underrated
Music, Virtuosity, Amazing Grace, &tc.
Dear Friends,
Tribal skirmishes have broken out all over the Internet in the wake of Kevin DeYoung’s essay, published on Monday, critiquing Doug Wilson and the Moscow crowd. I will have something quite substantial to say about it on Friday. For now, I’ll just say that watching the posing and gamesmanship and mockery and temper tantrums flare across my Twitter feed makes me want to poke my eyes out.
So I am not going to write about the outrage of the day. In fact, I am going to make this edition of The Quarter Inch pretty short—maybe it’s more like The Eighth-Inch. I have a lot to prep for my west coast road trip with my daughter, for which we leave early in the morning.
The Bailey Band concert last Friday night was a great success. We revamped our set list from our debut and we introduced three brand-new songs. Here’s a short clip of the bridge and final choruses of “Much Ado.”
We’ll eventually get some professional recordings of this stuff, but iPhone clips will have to do for now.
About that song—it’s a very fun one because the lyrics are mostly written by William Shakespeare. I lifted them, word for word, straight out of Much Ado About Nothing. For example, “What fire is in mine ears, can this be true?” Yes, I know that Mumford & Sons did something very similar in “Sigh No More.” The difference is that our song (if you were to listen to the whole thing) actually means something, whereas theirs—delightful as it is—is a mishmash of random lines.
And just listen to and watch Olivia on that piano. Just awesome.
You know what? I’m going to stick with the music theme today. My daughter Bailey introduced me to something I otherwise wouldn’t have necessarily known about.
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