Today I went out and actually bought 3 CD's! (I'm not a great listener to music at the best of times) However, today I went into a music shop and picked up some CD's which contained music from my lost youth. As I sit here assaulting my eardrums with early Status Quo songs such as Pictures of Matchstick Men, Green Tambourine, Mean Girl, and Gerdundula () at full bore through the tinny speakers on my laptop computer, I'm struck by a wave of nostalgia/nausea as I remember my past in a repressive religious environment.
In my late teens I moved into a house run by a leader appointed by the church that rented out the house from the Housing Commission and sublet to us. This was the time of my life when I should have been playing as much musical crap as I could lay my hands on at full volume. However, the house had been a "discipleship house", one where people staying there had to work towards becoming "better Christians" and were subject to disciplers. That state of play wasn't in force when I moved in, but there were still some stupid rules left behind. One such was the one about music. You could play Christian music (back then it was Larry Norman, 2nd Chapter of Acts, Keith Green, Amy Grant, Chuck Girard and Bob Dylan's Christian phase), but no secular music. Not at all. Not quietly. Not in your own room. It might affect the "spiritual tone" of the house if you played "worldly music", you see. There was an exception: you could play the radio quietly in your room. As I explained to the house leader, that made no sense; if you choose and play your own music, you've got control over what you hear, but you have no such control over what's on the radio; it meant that the radio DJ had control over the house's "spiritual tone". I tried all sorts of ways of undermining the rule. One night I had the radio in the kitchen where I was doing something - I had the ethnic radio station on which at the time was playing some Macedonian music. The house leader walked in from being out and told me to turn it off because it was non-Christian. I asked him how he knew? (He didn't know Macedonian!) He said that it doesn't matter what the words are, the music can impart a spiritual influence. The only other exception to the rule was classical music. I used to play Saint Saens' Danse Macabre all the time and never got any lectures about imparting the wrong kind of spirit!
During the years I was there, I collected records in the second hand shops in the hope that I could one day play them. One such was A Golden Hour of Status Quo - it had Pictures of Matchstick Men and Green Tambourine on it. I've had to wait nearly twenty years to play those songs!
Most people here know all about spiritual repression, so nothing I faced should sound out of the ordinary here. Does anyone have specifically Dub experiences of this kind?
Edited by - Stephanus on 16 August 2002 4:25:19