Thursday, August 12, 2004

The Other White Meat



Former 'Creed' frontman and Christian martyr Scott Stapp deserves our appreciation. Indeed, he deserves our prayers, our admiration, and our money. If for no other reason than for his valiant one-man bid to resurrect the wifebeater-and-leather-pants with mid-length girly-hair look, we need to honor, love, and obey this theologian of our times. Whether selflessly striking Christ-like poses in his videos, professing his deep aversion to the "trappings of fame", or humbly expressing his profound submission before the grace of God, Stapp has pioneered a breakthrough reconciliation with showy, commercially-minded acts of self-worship and truly Christian humility.

A potential saint? I'll leave that call to the Vatican. Better than Jesus? Duh! What's a couple hours on a cross to the miseries and torments described by Stapp's undisputed masterpiece, "My Sacrifice"?

I'm careless, I believe
Above all the others we'll fly
This brings tears to my eyes
My sacrifice

Whoa.

On a related note, it's interesting to see that the music industry now manufactures rock idols the same way sausage factories make sausage. That is, by grinding and mixing up various parts of assorted animals with byproducts and preservatives, forcing it through industrial sized extrusion machines, and encasing the whole meaty mass in pigs' intestines.

Scott Stapp: Christlike and Sausagy!

1 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Parts is parts.

Excellent analogy. The grim reality of music as comodity, lowest common denominator ruled, sterilized 'music flavored product' (*CONTAINS 10 PERCENT REAL SOUL!*). You have described the artless very artfully.

I don't know if I should weep or throw up.

Either way thanks for a chuckle!

August 13, 2004 at 1:30 AM  

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