knob fest

knob...i cannot even say that word without smiling. it's really random word, especially to be coupled with "fest." what is a knob fest you may be asking? what might you do at one? i had no idea, at least until last night, when i witnessed one of the most creative displays of music i have ever seen. it wasn't about performance or cd sales. there was no plug for the fisch haus studios on the floor above or when the after party started. it was all about the music, it's purity and evolution.
we use our senses to convey to others what is within us. we may begin with pictures and move onto words to explain even further. sometimes a single picture can take the place of a thousands words, and other moments, three little words are all that is needed. our touch conveys passion and intimate pieces of our souls in a way no other sense is capable of doing, or just assure another they are not alone. usually i'm a lyrics kind of girl...i like a song for the words it speaks to me and not necessarily its chord transitions or juxtaposition of rhythm. but last night, no words were spoken for no words were needed; it was just music. those notes, those sounds, those harmonies aroused every part of my being. it was beautiful.

i've listened to the videos i recorded and scanned through sound bites from the artists on the internet; it's not the same. i have to be back in that dark gallery, watching the flashing the black and white images upon the musicians and white dome behind them. i have to be in a room surrounded by 100 other people but feel as if i'm the only one, completely enveloped by sound. i have to know there are many things that matter to me in life, but at that moment, sound was the only thing that had my attention.

i think music is one of God's greatest gifts to us. i think He enjoys watching us explore and reinvent it. He loves hearing us lift the voices He's given us, or perfect the chords He first wrote. God is in every note ever played whether or not it was the artist's intent. i hate the term christian music. what does that mean, anyway? the notes have to be written by a person who follows Christ? the lyrics have to be about Him? there must be a gospel choir in the background? last night God was praised in those refrains, even if only He and i knew it.

let God have you, and let God love you- and don't be suprised if your heart begins to hear music you've never heard and your feet learn to dance as never before.
max lucado.