grandmas rule churches drool
my last post came courtesy of the public library and the kind grandma that cooed and chortled for elsa while i wrote. I should’ve got her name and sent her a gift basket – which i’ve been told is the origianl im. this e-mail comes courtesy of jodi’s mom who is in fact elsa’s real grandma and who i offered to buy coffee for but somehow had my coffee bought for me instead. sign of a real grandma.
I had two church gigs this last week (i’m trying, but i can’t think of any dorkier pairing of words than, ‘church gig’) and though one was so-so and the other was all right. actually one of them sucked and the other was a step above all right and in relationship to the other one was freakin’ awesome. My conclusion: after the next 4 church shizows (better than gig?) i have in the next 2 months I’m going on a performing at church sabbatical. I really love the church (maybe that’s why i’m so critical of it) and i write a ton of stuff that is church appropriate but I’m sick of personalities in front of the congregation. I’m going to try and figure out what exactly it is, but whenever i go/participate in ‘cool’ church services/events i leave in a pissy melancholy mood. So once again, church has become detrimental to my faith development. Which is kind of special needs as it is. My faith rides the short bus.