Archive for August 24, 2008


Phil Keaggy. You know, the same bible-believing, Jesus-loving cat that was referenced by the late, great Jimi Hendrix walking off stage at Woodstock after playing his historic version of the “Star Spangled Banner”.

Really? Yeah, some news guy asked him, “Hey Jimi. How does it feel to be the world’s greatest guitarist?” Hendrix replied, “I don’t know. Ask Phil Keaggy.”

Yes, WAY!

[If it’s wrong, HiScrivener would rather be right. H/T: Jim below. But shoot, whether it was Jimi, Eddie or nobody, Phil Keaggy is still greatness. So there. Tee hee.]

Well, it’s a good thing Phil Keaggy is very saved and sanctified, because folk in Utah think he’s a tool of the devil. Check out this moronic (yes, pun intended for those in the LDS know) article from the Salt Lake City Tribune.

There’s one thing we haven’t changed [in the Mormon church], though. The electric guitar is still regarded as the scepter of Satan. You’ll never hear one played (legitimately) in an LDS sacrament meeting… That doesn’t mean Mormons couldn’t loosen up a bit. Instruments currently banned in our worship meetings include the guitar (even unplugged), drums, saxophone, banjo, tuba, tambourine, didgeridoo, cymbals and bagpipes.

Not a pitchfork. No pentagrams. Not even the “helter skelter” sign seen chucked up in the air with lighters at rock concerts. None of that is as bad to a Mormon elder as a Gibson Les Paul Standard or a Fender American Stratocaster. Evil, I tell ya’. Just chilling.

You know, last time I visited a Guitar Center, I could have sworn that was a dimly-lit room with candles. Is that where the covens meet in Salt Lake? Well, while the Mormons jam out to Jesus listening to melodious tunes of the accordion, timpani and the recorder; I’ll be kneeling at a sardonic altar on Halloween listening to the likes of Third Day, Switchfoot, Skillet and of course, the Antichrist himself, Mr. Phil Keaggy.

Take it away, Phil. Good thing that’s a SIX (six, six) string guitar. Woohoo!

Barack Obama’s quest to become the most diverse tennis player in the world culminates in Denver this week with the Democratic National Convention.

Obama has “courted” (OK, that was a stretch) Hollywood notables, political demagogues and of course, the Church.

That rare ace serve of a Democratic presidential candidate considered as the “man of faith” over a Republican was going to kick off with Cameron Strang serving up the benedictory prayer.

So? This is a noteworthy 32-year old evangelical, publisher of Relevant and son of religious media magnate, Stephen Strang. That’s so!

Well, not so fast because Cameron F-I-N-A-L-L-Y had a stark epiphany that the thoughts of the Church house may mean a little more to his bottom lineer, reputation than a possible White House.

Citing fears that his bridge-building gesture would be wrongly construed as an endorsement, Strang said he instead hopes to take a lower-profile role, participating in a convention caucus meeting on religion later in the week.

Gee. Ya’ think? Tell me, Cameron. Was it your dad calling you on the phone letting you know this may get some press (and that he has publicly endorsed the other guy) or was it those boxes of nasty grams you have been receiving to “Letters to the Editor” calling for your faith on a platter?

In his blog post, [Cameron] Strang wrote that he initially accepted the benediction invitation, in part, so he could pray in a forum where faith isn’t typically emphasized. He also wanted to provide tangible evidence that “this generation of values voters doesn’t necessarily need to draw political battle lines the way previous generations have, and that we can work through areas of disagreement toward common goals.”

Dude, you have read Ecclesiastes before, right? Maybe you have heard there is a “time and place for every thing under heaven”? To make a statement about faith, this place ain’t it. Your discernment may have been deadened a little, but it’s nice to know your hearing is doing well. That WHOOSH sound you hear was your circulation numbers going bye-bye down the toilet.

Welcome back, Cameron.