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Post by ryan on May 16, 2009 10:12:53 GMT -8
Legend 7 was originally called Legend, but they had to change their name. Some of their stuff was Pretty decent, but some of it could be a little on the Bob Carlisle whiny level. "Friendly Fire" was always one of my favorite tunes that they did.
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Post by kraigeriginal on Jun 1, 2009 22:22:32 GMT -8
I just thought of another (younger) band I kinda like- Five Iron Frenzy. Kind of a ska-rock style. Heard of them? I think they broke up though. This was one of my favorite bands for a long time. They did. But Reese Roper (the lead) has done Brave Saint Saturn since. Reese was doing BSB for quite a while while also doing FIF (he said he didn't feel like subjecting his FIF faithful to his more serious and challenging lyrics, so he used BSB for that). He has indeed continued on with Brave Saint Saturn (I'm craving their most recent album) but also did a band called Roper which I enjoyed. I think they only released one album. I miss a lot of that music from the late 90s...
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Post by Josh on Jul 7, 2010 16:30:32 GMT -8
Spinning the old Five Iron Frenzy album today and was reminded of a song I really like. It's kind of a critique of the mainstream Christian music/ radio "industry"
What do you think?
Four Fifty One
Here the man draws the line for separation. (Old Vision). Watch the man build up his walls for isolation. (You make division). Walk no mile, I'm sick and tired, of all the cowards at the radio station. No cathartic plot to thicken, to quote the vernacular, I'd say that you're chicken.
Chorus: We're going nowhere, and it's happening fast, a dim future, and a darker past. Somewhere away from here, from past mistakes they often learn, at Fahrenheit 451, you close your doors and let it burn.
Pharisees in the church, time to take a vacation. (Emancipation). Pharisees think the world comes to them for salvation. (Booyah).
The radio is preaching the candy coated goo, the record companies and the TV too. No one rocks the boat, terrified of trouble, can't tamper with the walls of their sterile Christian bubble. It was never your point to get people saved, you pad yourself with fluff just because you're afraid. I'm not afraid to point the finger now, the choir's so used to the preaching anyhow.
Reminds me a lot of Daniel Amos's
!Alarma!:
It's a brain drain laid down on the reel to reel The warning of the after life the after birth And telling how we feel
Alarma, somebody's crying Alarma, somebody's dying Alarma, somebody's turning away
Sugar cane in cellophane is playing at the radio station Laughs out in the gallery believing that it's all elation
Alarma, somebody's pleading Alarma, somebody's bleeding Alarma, somebody's turning away
A wise guy in the sky invites you to a guilty party Won't charge you at the door But sure knows how to get your money
Alarma, he's pointing a finger Alarma, he's such a dead ringer Alarma, somebody's turning away Somebody's turning away, somebody's turning away Alarma, somebody's turning away Alarma, somebody's turning away Alarma, somebody's turning away
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Post by Kirby on Jul 7, 2010 17:14:31 GMT -8
I just read this entire thread, and thought I'd share my family's strange connection to Amy Grant.
It all started in the late 70's. Amy Grant was a young (19-20) Christian vocalist playing churches in small towns. My cousin went to her performance in Klamath Falls, and hung around after the show, talking with her for a while. He asked her out to get some coffee, and she really wanted to go. Alas, her manager would not allow it. My cousin said he had really great chemistry with her and they really hit it off. He always thought they would have dated. (He is married with 3 kids living in Okinawa now.) Mid 80s. My sister goes to a concert at the Coliseum. Waits around after...asks for an autograph...gets giggled at...my sister is crushed. Mid ninties, Grant has released a couple of mainstream albums, divorced her husband and shacked up with Vince Gill. She has a baby with him. She releases a gospel album again. Comes to town to do an in store appearance at Christian Supply where my mom worked for many years. She throws a diva-fit about the store not providing childcare for her now 2 year old. My mom steps forward and and babysits the Gill-Grant future prodigy. Mom says the child was very polite and smart. Grant offered to "tip" my mom, which she refused (and I later chastised my mom for...) and gives my mom a hug. Vince Gill tips his hat, smiles, and calls her "Ma'am"
Those are my families close encounters with Amy Grant.
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