God's Not Dead (And Neither Are We) -- The Story Of Christian Alternative Rock's Pioneers Then And Now As Told By The Artists Themselves

Why The Work Continues


As mentioned in the last post, a couple of communications about the book came my way this past weekend that are more than worth sharing.

The first was pointed out to me by a dear sister in the Lord who was kind enough to help in the book’s promotion by graciously running Nancy Jo Mann’s chapter at the time it was first released last year. (I could go off on a “yes, I know how to market” tirade against certain self-centered individuals here, but I’ll do us all a favor and skip it.) A comment was left on the post the other day that… well, read it and see why it moved me. An excerpt:

Nancy Jo Mann’s dramatic story has done nothing less than snap me out of a deep stupor. Good storytelling does that. In “Eat This Book”, Part 2 of Eugene Peterson’s brilliant series on spiritual formation, Dr. Peterson contends that most Christians today don’t read the Scriptures properly. He observes that, too often, we approach the Bible in a ‘practical’ way – for what we can “get out of it”. Rather, we should look at the Scriptures as a STORY, & immerse ourselves in the Biblical narrative. When we do THIS, surprise!: We discover ourselves in the ’story’. Nancy Jo Mann’s testimonial has worked its deep magic in me in much the same way. The glory is in the details. Nancy has eschewed the modern trend to ’summarize’ the heart-rending events of her life into terse little sound bites. This, of course, makes her vulnerable. But here’s the thing: It also makes it possible for ME, a stranger, to enter into her story, & come along side her in the midst of all her pain & abandonment. I could feel my defences lowering, & God’s Truth penetrating the wall of spiritual pride that I had, ‘brick by brick’, so foolishly – & OBLIVIOUSLY – constructed. In a flash I became aware of 2 truths that the Prince of Darkness had so painstakingly & cleverly hidden from me: (1) My self-sufficiency is but an illusion. (2) Insidiously, I have become far too complacent & self-absorbed. Now if Nancy had preached or pontificated to me, the impact would have been minimal or non-existent. But her story, in which she laid herself bare, left me thunderstruck.

Next, an excerpt from an e-mail I received the next day from another reader:

What helped me the most about your book was reading how artists who I admire and  emulate, have the exact same challenges
(although theirs on a much larger grand and scale) as those I sometimes face.

I have experienced my share of church politics, suffered under backbiters, backstabbers, toothachers and naysayers. We have been criticized for “the rock look” or  sound. I have seen my share of  band related drama, knowing full well that musicians (including myself ) are slightly eccentric!

Reading your book encouraged, edified and made me evaluate a number of thoughts and themes, which I would  like to share with you.

  1. Christian Artists are not alone in the struggles we face, yet we need to keep our eyes on the Shepherd, not the Sheep.
  2. I am truly blessed by God to do my music independently.
  3. I am thankful for the gift of Christian Music. My pastor says that “Gods gift to us is our talents, our gift in return is to use  those  talents for His glory”

Your book encouraged me to continue in what I call The 3 E’s… Exalt Christ, Edify the Body and Evangelize the lost, one song at a time, one soul at a time. I will recommend your book to all the musican friends in my orbit.

Any question why the work continues?

Quiet Work


And as the long weekend draws to a close, some book notes.

I’m beginning to realize the book will never really be finished until all parties involved, myself included, have shuffled off this mortal coil. A melancholy thought, but accurate. Certainly one not to dwell on!

On far happier notes, a true friend and brother is currently using his eagle eye to come through the Kindle version of the book, spotting the glips and glups that eluded me during my 3,794 read-throughs (only a slight exaggeration there). I’m making corrections as he rolls through. Once he’s done I’ll update the printed version, also changing the cover to:


I’m still waffling on the name change. Current thought is using the different title when pitching the book to publishers. (Yes, I’m going to.)

The Kindle version should be updated with the changes so far sometime this week. I’ll probably hold off on updating it any more until the proofreading is completed. Or not. I think if I update the book it’s automatically updated for anyone who’s bought it when they sync their Kindle or account for same, but I’m not sure. We’ll all find out together, what say?

Oh — a couple of awesome comments about the book, one in response to a blog post and one in an e-mail, came my way this weekend. I’ll be sharing them soon.

The work continues.

Be Kind To Kindle, My Book’s There

The Kindle version of God’s Not Dead (And Neither Are We) is now available at this link. Yay!

I’ve priced it at $2.99 as an introductory sale. I’ll leave it there through the end of the year.

The Kindle is Amazon’s wireless reading device. Or electronic book, if you prefer.

Don’t have one? Not a problem! Free software to read Kindle-formatted books on a PC or iPhone is available. Mac and Blackberry versions coming soon.

Definitely excited about this. As you can probably tell.

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By Popular Demand… Okay, Only One Person Has Asked For It, But She’s Very Popular

I uploaded the Kindle (Amazon’s wireless reading device) version of God’s Not Dead (And Neither Are We) to Amazon earlier today. It’ll take five business days or so before it is actually available on Amazon, this giving them a chance to… oh, I don’t know. Make sure I have the right to upload and sell it? Which I’d better! Anyway, once it’s there I’ll let you know here.

As an incentive, I’ve marked it at $2.99. I won’t leave it at that for long, so grab it while you can at the introductory price!

What’s that? Don’t have a Kindle? Not a problem. Free software enabling you to read Kindle-formatted books on an iPhone or iPod Touch is available at the iTunes store. Own a PC? Free software is available here from Amazon. Mac version coming soon.

What’s In A Name?

A wise man recently suggested I change the name of God’s Not Dead (And Neither Are We) to some more directly indicative of the book’s content and direction. I mulled over as many possibilities as I could come up with, out of which one was the clear favorite when run by friends and family: First And Forgotten.

With the possible title change, I felt it’d be good to modify the cover a bit. The back cover is basically the same:

The back cover

The back cover

But the front cover… more of a change:

New front cover

New front cover and book title

Let me know what you think of the name change and the cover modifications. I haven’t committed to either as of yet, and I definitely want your feedback before making a move. Thanks!

Slight Book Cover Modification

I haven’t sent it to the printer yet, but I’ve made a slight modification to the cover of God’s Not Dead (And Neither Are We) to make it clear that is the book’s full title. Let me know what you think.

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Busy Day

And a fun one as well. This afternoon I was a guest on “Talk From The Heart” hosted by Rich Buhler on KBRT in Los Angeles, talking about the book and the era in Christian music it discusses. Tonight I saw Collective Soul in concert. Terrific show; I’ll go into depth on it in a couple of days at the Examiner.

Who Will Be My Friend?

In the course of beginning the work for the next book, I’m rediscovering the music from the artists who’ll be included. One of them is Andy Pratt. If the name is unfamiliar, an introduction is in order.

As I mentioned in the afterword to God’s Not Dead (And Neither Are We), it was 1972 when I first heavily immersed myself in music, this being sparked courtesy of the song “Dreidel” by Don McLean. Details are in the book (hint hint). Anyway, one of the radio stations I listened to for hours on end was KJOY, an AM station in Stockton. Its format was a mix of Top 40 and assorted FM rock cuts. Sort of a precursor to adult alternative. Anyway, in 1973 for several weeks they had a song on their playlist that fascinated me as it came squeaking out the speaker on my clock radio, the one that had tubes and would occasionally start blasting nothing but a screeching sound until I slapped it on its top. Which I did too hard one day and broke the case. But I digress; back to the song in question.

It was an piano-based Americana singer/songwriter epic telling the story of a woman who had hooked up with an outlaw and subsequently took revenge on him for the suffering he put her through. Or at least that’s what it sounded like it was saying. Discerning lyrics through the aforementioned clock radio was a bit of a challenge. Anyway, the song was loaded with hooks and melodies; genuinely brilliant stuff.

There was just one problem.

I never learned who did it.

Either the DJs who in retrospect were probably too stoned to have the slightest idea what they were doing never announced it or I never caught the name. Even worse, although I had a pretty strong hunch what the song’s name was, much to my dismay it apparently never registered high enough on the singles charts to be included in the 45s carried at the local Woolworths or Value Giant which were the record stores in my hometown. So I never bought a copy.

In following years, once in a great while the song came to mind. Usually whenever I heard the name featured prominently in the song, given that outside of cartoon strips and a musical it wasn’t all that common.

Annie.

Avenging Annie, to be precise.

Well, there was Annie Herring of 2nd Chapter of Acts fame, although she didn’t exactly fit the profile of an outlaw. Although I should try to get in touch with her and see if she’d be interested in being in the book. Thanks for reminding me, me! But back to our story.

Fast forward several years to 1982. I read in CCM magazine (this was years before I did any writing for them) about this secular musician who had become a Christian and recorded a New Wave-ish EP titled Fun In The First World. Which naturally I ordered from my local Christian bookstore. It arrived. Listened to it. Loved it. Played it to death, lamenting its brevity and looking forward to a full-length release.

Never heard another word about the artist.

Two decades plus later, and I’m mulling over Christ – Soul – Rock & Roll. I say to myself, “Self… wonder whatever happened to that guy who recorded Fun In The First World. Gotta be something on the Internet.” So off to Google I go.

Oh, yeah, that’s his name. Andy Pratt.

Oh look, he has a website. Still making music.

Oh look, here’s his bio.

Oh look, here he is talking about a song he recorded in 1973…

Yup. “Avenging Annie.”

And all these years I never connected the song with the artist who did Fun In The First World.

Dagnabit!

Anyway, I’ve been making up for lost time ever since. Been filling in my collection with his catalog as swiftly as finances permit. Made contact. He’s graciously agreed to be in the book.

Hopefully when it comes out, it’ll encourage others to discover this marvelous, pathetically overlooked artist.

It’s thoughts like this that keep me going.

P.S. Here’s Pratt doing a achingly beautiful solo version of “Who Will Be My Friend?” from Fun In The First World:

And of course the song that started this whole quest for me, “Avenging Annie”:

Making A Bit Of Progress (While Finding Shelter From The Storm)

Earlier this evening I had the privilege of interviewing Bob Bennett for the new book. He has long been a favorite fellow folkie of mine, and as I had anticipated a delight to converse with.

As I mentioned a few days ago, it’s been pressed on my heart to orient the next book toward the ’70s in general and the first generation of Maranatha! artists in particular. Interviewing Bennett was a definite step in that direction.

Not coincidentally, the interview came after a day where I felt quite beat up at the day job. It was good to have something positive after all the negativity of the 9 to 5, or in my case 8:15 to 4:30 or thereabout. A reminder of what’s important was and is most welcome.

So Obvious Even I Get It

I’m a guy. Therefore, certain things are a given.

I have to have control of the remote. I have to do any and all barbecuing, while doing so fantasizing I’m cooking the wooly mammoth brought in fresh from the hunt. These are guy things.

Another guy thing? Forget subtlety. If you want to tell a guy something — anything, actually — you will wither and die waiting for him to pick up on any kind of hint. Make it bold, blatant and in his face. He might get it. Eventually.

Today, I got it.

We start with some necessary stage-setting. Last month I relayed the story of Sweet Comfort Band’s bassist Kevin Thomson, now a paraplegic. It kick-started me into moving up the timeline for starting the next book from next year to… well, right now.

Last week I mentioned how I’ve felt led to focus the next book on the first generation of Maranatha! artists from the ’70s as well as other artists from that decade. Note that Sweet Comfort Band started on the Maranatha! label.

Now, today. Mrs. Dude and I met up with Beth Jahnsen and Dawn Wisner-Johnson for lunch, saying hi and catching up on things. Naturally, this involved discussion prior to the date deciding on a meeting place. We suggested a place near where they live. No, a place farther away due to assorted commitments. Okay.

We show up. Beth shows up. Dawn’s son Chris shows up. Dawn shows up. We have lunch and talk. And talk and talk and talk. Been a while since we’ve all seen each other. We’re there a while. Good thing the restaurant staff knows Beth and Dawn well. And it wasn’t very busy.

Oh — Beth and Dawn brought me the extra copies of God’s Not Dead (And Neither Are We) I had sent them to sell at the Cornerstone music festival the preceding month. Three, for the record.

So there we are, talking about the next book.

Beth and Dawn mention the post about Kevin Thomson.

At which point in time…

… Kevin’s brother Rick walks into the restaurant.

Beth and Dawn know Rick, so they go over to say hi.

He comes over to our table. Introductions are made.

The next book is mentioned. Rick’s all in. A copy of the current book is gifted.

Rick leaves.

Beth and Dawn and Mrs. Dude and I start laughing.

Okay, Lord, this one’s so obvious even I get it.

God breathes a sigh of relief.

Telling guys something is hard work even for Him.