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Friday, June 22, 2007
About to go lights out, so this one’s going to be brief. We’re doing a concert at a rescue mission tomorrow morning at 7:15 in the morning. I wonder how homeless people feel that early in the morning. I hope they like CCM.
Our first concert of tour was a difficult one. It was at a shelter for battered woman and kids, which is always an unpredictable environment. Sometimes the women are leery of any men, much less a group with four adult male sponsors and 15 or so teenage boys. We brought them dinner and donated goods, played with the kids, and then sang a shortened concert for them in the round. Yes, APU heads, in the round.
So… it was sort of the musical equivalent of a grinding clutch. I mean, it got the job done, but it wasn’t pretty to listen to. I’ve got 28 high school students, all of whom just finished the school year, some for the last time, and now, 4 days into their summer, they’re having to deal with me, in my full Chadness, berating them for not knowing the words to their songs.
For me, the ideal beginning concert of tour is a chapel service for recovering addicts. They’re the best. My theory is that they’re just grateful for a distraction from the grind of their detox. They applaud and whistle and shout, “AMEN!” and make the kids feel like rock stars. I can leverage a concert like that for days. In fact, I think I’d rather sing for a bunch of recovering addicts then a bunch of lily white Christians any day of any week.
But tonight, it was a few tattooed and tired looking women and their kids. The kids ran around, wondering what all these strangers were doing in their midst. The women warmed quickly. Some cried. All seemed grateful. I still have a choir that’s not ready for tour, and they haven’t been baptized by fire yet, but for a few moments, we brought some fun and joy into the lives of some women and kids who have had a rough go.
That’s enough for tonight.
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