Saturday, August 11, 2007

The Ironic Catholic Road Trip to Glory!

I'm not going to Rome. Or the Holy Land. ROAD trip, people; I live in Minnesota. So...where else could I be talking about?

Ah, yes, friends, I'm heading to NashVegas, what the rest of the world calls Nashville!: Music City USA.

In short, I decided to drop this high-falutin' life of being a theologian and college professor for the untold glory of being a country music star. I mean, I've played every single "Glory and Praise" song on my guitar. I own a mandolin and a mountain dulcimer. I sing on key. I figure I'm way ahead.

My secret yen to crack the country music business started my first year teaching, when I had college students writing essays for my Christian Belief Today class. A full 1/4 of them cited as a source Garth Brooks' (then popular) song "Unanswered Prayers". Let me share the depth of the melodious lyrics with you:

Sometimes I thank God for unanswered prayers
Remember when you're talkin' to the man upstairs
That just because he doesn't answer doesn't mean he don't care
Some of God's greatest gifts are unanswered prayers.

[former girlfriend, natch] wasn't quite the angel that I remembered in my dreams
And I could tell that time had changed me
Inn her eyes too it seemed
We tried to talk about the old days
There wasn't much we could recall
I guess the Lord knows what he's doin' after all.
[what a relief to have that cleared up]

To be fair, I've heard worse theology. But I've also heard far better--hmm, where? Gee, maybe in my course lectures on Athanasius and Augustine and Gregory of Nyssa and de Lubac and Rahner? So to be trumped by Garth Brooks (picture above...and honestly, does he look like someone you want to meet in a dark alley?) was the first of many opportunities to cherish humility.

Anyway, I KNOW I can write more theologically inspired country music than that, even as I pretty much hate the genre.

I used to live in Nashland when I was in school, and the weird thing is, I actually knew the husband of Garth Brooks' manager. Yep. So A FRIEND OF A FRIEND OF MINE actually knows Garth! (Nashville is like that.) So I will be back visiting friends, and maybe friends of friends, and Garth...if you're out there reading Catholic blogs (of course you are), I hear you're a nice guy, and I'd be happy to give you a couple of Augustine of Hippo-inspired country rocker tunes for a low, low price (in your world, anyway). I'd be open to doing a duet if Trisha doesn't mind, but it isn't necessary. See, I cracked that humility nut in my first year of teaching, thanks to you.

I'll try to update, but computer access will be tricky. Back in a week.

(P.s. anyone out there in Nashville? I'll be there Wed-Fri: on the road the rest of the time....)


good morning! said...

could be also friend, whose enemys friend ..

Jenny from Chicago said...

If you live in Minnesota do you know Lino who does that adorable Catholic show on public tv? He (and a call from God) turned me into a Catholic.

The Ironic Catholic said...

Jenny, I don't personally know him but I've been interviewed by him on the Catholic Channel (sirius radio). And he was popular in the Twin Cities with a program there called Generation Cross (X twisted--love the title!). Seems like a nice guy alright, but no personal friendship.

Adoro te Devote said...

Hey! If you get a gig down there writing and signing theologically-correct country songs, can I audition for backup?

Vito said...

That reminded me of a video I watched, put together by some Dominican novitiates.

Their themesong: Friends in Low Places~

Wave to Dolly for us!!


Ray from MN said...

We are in real trouble. It seems that Cathy of Alexandria has been out job hunting. And now our own I.C. is out gig hunting.

Who's next. Terry is looking for work. So is Adoro. She can sing; I've seen her cowgirl photo!

Will blogging disappear from around here? All our stars are thinking of leaving us.


Dymphna said...

I actually like that song. When I think of some of things I once prayed for... I thank God He turned me down.

Joyful Catholics said...

what popped in my head when reading this post was the 6 degrees of Kevin Bacon. Remember that? Well, to tell the you truth, as I am wont to do, I have a friend in New York City at the American Academy of Dramatic Arts, who went to dinner with THE Kevin Bacon and his wife, Kyra Sedgewick(sp?) after a play that John and she acted in together.

So that is pretty darn amazing, since when that whole 6 degree thing started, I never in my most wild of dreams ever thought I'd actually know someone who was in a play with Kevin Bacon's wife, and sat by him at dinner. The ripple effect to all things is something to ponder here.

For good or ill, ripples in this pond of life will eventually splash us all in the face.

Great post! : )


Joel B. said...

Look me up when you're in Trashville, IC.

duuni said...

trashvill? what happened?

Anonymous said...

What? Is this a joke?

Yet another lay person making a buck on being Catholic. You must be a convert, no doubt. Sigh.

Paul, just this guy, you know? said...

I can hear him now...

"He's gone country
Look at them boots
He's gone country
Back to his roots
He's gone country
A new kinda suit
He's gone country"

The Ironic Catholic said...

Joel--I'm so sorry! I didn't have internet access until I got back--two hours ago.

Geez, you have a hot city. Found a crummy church sign tho. Coming your way!

Anon--hmmm. Yes, this is a joke. Read the profile. With my ad click throughs, it takes me a LOONNGGG time to make a buck, as you say. And I'm not a convert, whatever that meant!

The Ironic Catholic said...

Adoro--I need a contract first, OK? I'll let you know about backup.

Ray--you flatter me. But I'm back, even amid the floods down here (geez! My house is fine, but it's horrible!)

Dymphna, you can like the song. I think the basic idea has merit (God knows what is best, after all!). Just don't use it in an academic paper!

Joyful--cute story. Six degrees if separation....

Paul--not bad--add a steel guitar and I think you're golden!

Vito--sadly, I didn't see Dolly (or anyone famous--they were inside the air conditioned mansions, as it was 105 degrees there). Ah well.