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There is one thing to remember that will help us realize why folks react the way they do to a certain musical style: People are morons. They really are. And when those morons are given a voice or a forum to speak, they expel their moronic views for the whole world to hear.

I heard my pastor once, years ago, say that using a microphone to speak was wrong, because it forced people to hear something they might not otherwise want to hear.

A deacon walked into the youth room once and yelled at us to turn off the music. We told him it was okay, it was Christian music, so he yelled a little louder to shut it off. It was DeGarmo and Key, or Randy Stonehill, or some relatively harmless 70s group.

Your girlfriend has probably already made this point, since she is a music teacher, but the fact is that music is rebellious, and always has been. Do we think that when Mozart was writing, that people did not think it was scandalous. I remember the line from the movie “Amadeus,” when the king asked an advisor what was wrong with the music, and the advisor said, “Too many notes.” “Oh yes,” the king agreed, “too many notes.”

Music was rebellious when Benny Goodman left the employment of a 3/4 waltz band and started a swing band, much to the delight of the teenagers of his day, and to the consternation of their parents. Glenn Miller was rebelling when he wrote all his music so that the clarinet had the lead part, not the first trumpet. Little Richard rebelled, Elvis, the Beatles, the Eagles, Guns and Roses, on and on, they all rebelled. Its the nature of music, because one generation adds to the advances of the last, and music grows and develops. Church music is no different.

You are right when you say that people make judgements based on the music you listen to. I was in the car, windows open, Lyle Lovett blasting on my stereo. He was singing a gospel song he had written in honor of his father, who had recently passed away. It was a country song, but utilized a black gospel choir. A black lady pulled up next to me at the light, and was obviously enjoying the tune, until she saw that I was a pasty white guy. Then her look turned to confusion.

Great post. I think I’ll read the entire series :^)