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My first (somewhat) successful attempt at latte art.

Album Review: The Welcome Wagon

Although each Christmas since I turned 18 has wrought less and less presents, I was fortunate enough to receive "Welcome to the Welcome Wagon" by the Welcome Wagon as a gift this year. I will not review this album in depth as both Paste Magazine and Sufjan Stevens himself have written extensively on the Pastor and wife folk band based out of Williamsburg, but this beautiful album has inspired me to write a few words.

The album picks up where Sufjan's "Seven Swans" left off, which is not surprising considering the producer appears on almost every track. This first track is also my personal favorite, an Vito Aiuto original called "Up On a Mountain" (musicians check out the lead sheet here). Monique's Aiuto's lovely voice carries a sincerity that seems to authenticate the theological message of the song. By the time they reach the third verse it is impossible not to be moved:

"Up in the heaven's, our Lord prays for you. He sent His Spirit to carry us through. So it's true... that you are not alone. You are not alone."

For a generation who is not sure if genuine interaction is possible, this is a radical proposition.

The gentle harmonies of "American Legion" communicate a similar message. Speaking to a friend (or possibly a former lover), Vito declares,

"On the steps of the American Legion Hall you wait there alone. Nobody to call. No ones there again, spring, summer, winter, and fall- terrible day... If I'd been there I'd surely have prayed for you, I want you know."

What would be cliche in contemporary Christian music in this indie/folk context is bone-chilling. The singer speaks with earnestness, but it is grounded in a realism. The meaning and power behind these words are clearly in mind.

The Welcome Wagon is a beacon of hope in a music scene characterized by despair. A city on a hill for independent music.

Winter Reading List: Christmas Eve Edition

Last night, after getting home to Heber-Overgaard, I curled up in my bedroom and started Of Mice and Men by John Steinbeck as the snow was lightly falling outside. I didn't stop reading until I finished it two hours later.

Admittedly, I have been on a Steinbeck kick this break. It seems that it is impossible for this guy to write anything I don't like and this book is no exception.

It falls into emotionalism at times, but overall it is a gripping novella that explores such transcendent concepts as the importance of human relationships and man's inability to live without purpose. In that sense it reminded me of a beautiful Asian film I recently watched called Chungking Express, which explores similar themes, only in Hong Kong in the early nineties.

I find it interesting that writer John Steinbeck and director Kar Wai Wong, separated by more than half a century and on opposite ends of the earth, felt the same need and were inspired to create such beautiful art.

Winter Reading List

Today I finally completed Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen. I can honestly say that it was one of the most difficult things I have ever done.

To be quite honest, I found myself identifying a whole lot more with Mr. Collins, the bumbling clergyman who pursues the heroine to no avail, than Mr. Darcy, the fabulously wealthy love interest that **spoiler alert** Elizabeth ends up marrying.

I understand how important this book is in terms of woman's literature, and it is certainly well written, but ultimately a book about a bunch of sisters trying to get married can only deliver just that... which I found impossible to enjoy.

Evergreen

I opened for, among many other people, Rajiv Patel of Before Braille tonight at the Evergreen Show in downtown Phoenix. Three words: dance after party.

Earlier in the day my new friend Tyler and I went for a bike ride and found a coffee shop/ community co-op called Coffee Conspiracy. I met a couple of genuine Phoenician hipsters and after successfully passing myself off as a genuine east coast hipster I got the skinny on the local culture from them.

The Istanbul Tapes: Part 4

This video actually is not from Istanbul but the mountains just outside of Trabzon, a city in the Black Sea region of Turkey. I have previously blogged about this crazy road trip, so I won't repeat it here.

River by Sumela Monastery from Michael Butterworth on Vimeo.

The Istanbul Tapes: Part 3

Istanbul is a city swarming with people. In contrast to the rest of Turkey, where is life has a slow pace, everyone is in a rush in the city. So much so, I was barely noticed when I stopped at this cross walk to get some footage.

Istanbul on foot from Michael Butterworth on Vimeo.

The Istanbul Tapes: Part 2

Recently I made a list of the most beautiful moments of my life. Very close to the top was crossing the Bosporus River. Often multiple times a day, I would take a ferry between the European and Asian side of Istanbul. It was part of my daily commute but would often prove to be one of the highlights of my day: sipping chai while the salty breeze would tousle my hair. Sometimes I would read my Bible and pray for those around me, other times I might make some new friends. The following footage was taken on a day when the otherwise serene Bosporus was especially choppy.

Crossing the Bosporus from Michael Butterworth on Vimeo.

The Istanbul Tapes: Part 1

Over the course of the summer I took a series of short videos with my digital camera of various things around Istanbul, ranging from the tragic to the aesthetic. This first entry I consider rather humorous.

Taksim Dance Party from Michael Butterworth on Vimeo.

Winter Reading List

It took me longer to read than the previous four novels on my winter reading list, but I finally finished East of Eden be John Steinbeck. Simply put, the story is epic. It covers threes generations of the Trask family, who moves from the east coast to the Salinas Valley in California. The novel drawls heavily from the biblical story of Cain and Abel as well as Steinbeck's family history.

Prior to reading this book, if you had asked me what my favorite book was (non-theological) I would have answered, depending on the day, either Les Miserables by Victor Hugo or Crime and Punishment by Feodor Dostoevsky. I believe I have found a new possibility for my favorite novel.

While I find the work absolutely stunning, I could not possibly disagree more with Steinbeck's conclusions about life. Consider the following exert:

"Our species is the only creative species, and it has only one creative instrument, the individual mind and spirit of a man. Nothing was ever created by two men. There are no good collaborations, whether in music, in art, in poetry, in mathematics, in philosophy. Once the miracle of creation has taken place, the group can build and extend it, but the group never invents anything. The preciousness lies in the lonely mind of a man."

He concludes this narration with:

"And this I believe: that the free, exploring mind of the individual human is the most valuable thing in the world. And this I would fight for: the freedom of the mind to take and direction it wishes, undirected. And this I must fight against: any idea, religion, or government which limits or destroys such a system. Surely I can understand this, and I hate it and I will fight against it to preserve the one things that separates us from the uncreative beasts. If the glory can be killed, we are lost."

Make no mistake, there are some profound truths here. Biblical theology informs us that as humans we bear the Imago Dei, the image of God. As beings made after our creator, we are invited to join in his act of creation. However, this image was shattered (though not entirely lost), when man willfully fell into sin. Simply put, complete freedom of the mind will only result in continued depravity.

Steinbeck said the following during his acceptance speech for the Nobel Prize in literature in 1962:

"the writer is delegated to declare and to celebrate man's proven capacity for greatness of heart and spirit—for gallantry in defeat, for courage, compassion and love. In the endless war against weakness and despair, these are the bright rally flags of hope and of emulation. I hold that a writer who does not believe in the perfectibility of man has no dedication nor any membership in literature."

The belief that man is capable of perfecting himself is a presupposition without any warrant. However it does point to the truth that deep down, every human knows that world is not as it should be. In the words of Aaron Weiss, "All creation groans.... listen to it. "