Highlights of 2008 From A Pop Music Snob

Phew! Glad 2008 is over! We had some great musical moments, but I'm certainly ready for all the joyous popitude the New Year promises to hold. I love making this list, if for no other reason than to be able to look back over previous year's lists and remember what I loved. So here's my fancy list of favorite music stuff from 2008.

MOST FAVORITE CDS: Kanye West - 808s & Heartbreak, Jason Mraz - We Sing, We Dance, We Steal Things, Tammi Rhoton - For the Weary and Broken.

REALLY GREAT: Adele - 19, Downhere - Ending is Beginning, Marc Broussard - Keep Coming Back, Brandon Heath - What If We, Alanis Morissette - Flavors of Entanglement, James Morrison - Songs For You, Truth For Me.

ALSO LOVE: Francesca Battistelli - My Paper Heart, Coldplay - Viva la Vida, Keane- Perfect Symmetry, Lady Gaga - The Fame, Leeland - Opposite Way, Roisin Murphy - Overpowered, Jon McLaughlin - OK Now, Michael W. Smith - A New Hallelujah.

BEST SINGLES: "American Boy" - Estelle w/Kanye West, "Broken" - Lifehouse (no better song about the life of faith than this), "Closer" - Ne-Yo, "Single Ladies" - Beyonce, "Forever" - Chris Brown, "Let It Rock" - Kevin Rudolf, "Love Lockdown" - Kanye West, "Four Minutes to Save the World" - Madonna & Justin, "No Air" - Chris Brown & Jordin Sparks, "Mercy" - Duffy, "Viva La Vida" - Coldplay, "Low" - Flo Rida w/T-Pain.

CLOSE CALLS: "Love Remains the Same" - Gavin Rossdale, "Shadowfeet" - Brooke Fraser (she's amazing!), "Love Is Here" - Tenth Avenue North, "Better" - Tom Baxter (best love song), "Dream Catch Me" - Newton Faulkner, "Pocketful of Sunshine" - Natasha Bedingfield (feel good song of the year), "Give Me Your Eyes" - Brandon Heath (probably GMA's song of the year), "Here I Am" - Downhere, "Fascination" - Alphabeat, "Just Dance" - Lady Gaga, "Disturbia" - Rihanna.

Paddling Upstream To Catch the Big One

It started off beautiful. The sun was shining and the temperature was unseasonably warm for December. It was Tuesday, which meant Scott and I would try to get together for coffee, like we have been doing for probably 11 years. We talk about our favorite TV shows, sporting teams, music, and recent travels. It kind of feels like we're those old guys that sit around the coffee shop and talk about not much. It's comforting and stable, in the midst of these very disposable days. As we talked, the clouds starting gathering about, and increasing their darkness.

I ventured a thought-provoking question in Scott's direction, one of my most favorite things to do over coffee. "So what do you hope happens in 2009? What are you wishing for?" Before he even answered, I was both hoping he'd ask me, and then just as quickly, realized I actually didn't want him to ask me. So I listened. It all seemed pretty reasonable. Meaning, quite doable.

Then he asked me. "So, what about you?"

I sat silent for a second. I started to feel a little sick in my stomach. All these things I'm wishing and hoping and praying for flashed through my mind like it was 1993, 1994, and every year since. I said a couple things out loud, a couple of things that seemed reasonable. But I was stunned by the frustration I started to feel. I've been wishing for the same things for so long. Other people have been waiting and hoping for me, as well. I can only imagine they're getting worn out, like me, wishing for my success, frustrated by the lack of something breakthrough-ish happening in my professional life.

It started to rain on my drive home. And I felt the clouds in my spirit turning very dark. "Am I so crazy that I can't give up on my dreams? Am I that guy? Or am I setting the world record for persistence! Am I committed and loyal, and fiercely driven by my calling? Or am I just hitting my head against the same worn out wall, hoping that it will stop hurting?" The questions make me want to eat ice cream.

Anyone who knows me would probably say they admire my talents, but probably moreso, my determination. They smile and helplessly cheer me on, hoping I'm steering my boat in the right direction. "Boy, that guy sure can paddle!" they say under their breath. And the whole time I'm just wishing they'd give me a clue where to steer the dang thing, cause most of the time I feel like I'm trying to travel upstream to catch a fish that doesn't really exist.

There was a break in my inner storm for a brief time tonight. I got to hear one of my favorite bands play. It was my first time hearing them live, and I couldn't believe how great they sounded in a crappy room, with the rain pounding down on the roof outside. I haven't loved hearing music this much in a long time. I guess the music part of my heart was a bit dry.

I got to talk to their awesome singer, Marc, afterwards. They made one of my most favorite albums of the year. Really quite a stunning, prolific, musical project. Still, the kind of big-time commercial success they deserve seems to elude them. I wanted to find out how they dealt with that. Where they see God fitting into the mix between significance and success. He scratched his head, and admitted to me that he struggles with that very question continually.

A cool breeze swept through the room. Ahhh...I'm not alone! It's not about recording a CD, it's not about touring, or getting a song on the radio. Those achievement haven't taken away his frustration. So I have to stop thinking those things would take away my own frustration.

I took a breath. "Maybe the answer is found in realizing that someone, take me for example, thinks what you do is awesome, and extremely significant," I offered. "And that our crazy thinking takes over when we think it needs to be a whole bunch more people, rather than the people whose lives we are given the opportunity to be impacting."

He nodded in agreement. I couldn't stop talking. "You know what you're doing is significant." Yes, he agreed. "And I know what I do is significant. Maybe that's all we're supposed to be able to see."

Me and Marc shared a great moment, that for me, was more significant than I could've hoped to had experienced. Yes, cool to hear them play live, and to talk afterward. But even better to get a break from hitting my head on the wall.

By the end of the day, it was pouring. And I was very cold and wet. But somehow I felt less crazy than I did at the beginning of my day.

What Makes Christmas Great?

Christmas is a crazy, beautiful time of year. I love listening to carols, especially the old classics. I also love looking at lights and elaborate decorations. I also love time together with family and friends. But looking back over the multitudes of Christmases, the best part has always been the hope of what presents I might get.

I loved making wish lists as a kid. Going through the big Sears toy catalog and picking out what looked the most awesome. I didn't always get what I wanted, even though I admit I was completely spoiled. I got more than I really needed, certainly.

I would spend most of December trying to find hidden boxes throughout the house...hidden in closets, or under beds. And then when gifts would be set out under the tree, I would shake and rattle the wrapped boxes, trying to determine the contents.

When I try to put profound, grown-up words on what makes Christmas great, I come up with this: Christmas is great knowing that someone who loves you, is planning something special, specifically with your joy in mind. They are preparing something for you - to bring you happiness. This to me, is HOPE. The hope that someone who loves me is preparing something special for me - specifically with my joy in mind.

Still I have to admit that as I get older, I pretend it doesn't matter so much that I didn't get anything good for Christmas. "Oh socks! I love them! This sweater is beautiful - it's so soft!" But I can't escape the ache - the feeling that there should be something more. Something more in line with my heart's deepest longings. It's not greed...it's HOPE!!

THERE'S GOT TO BE SOMETHING MORE
I don't know about you, but I feel this same way in life - there's got to be something more! I feel the pain in life...the uncertainty...the fear...the confusion...the loneliness...and everything in me desires for it to be different. There is something in me that says this all could be different...and it probably should be. The difference between the way things are...and the way I desire them to be...creates a crazy dissonance within me. Dissonance...or tension. Dissonance is a musical term used when two or more notes that clash with each other are played simultaneously. Tension...between the way things are, and the way you feel they could be.

The dissonance or tension between the way things are and the way I would like things to be...drives me crazy! Because I HOPE! I HOPE for things to be better. For things to make sense. For things to have some purpose. Maybe you feel this way as well.

WE ARE ALL PART OF A GRAND STORY
I believe that in life, we are all part of a grand story. Good stories all have a main character who experiences some kind of conflict, then a hero comes in and brings resolution - and there's redemption, a rescue, a being saved. A resolution that reveals value to the whole story! You can't have a good movie or book with just the rescue...you have to see the need for the main character to be rescued...or saved, if you will.

Life is a story of dissonance - a story of conflict. But I also believe it is a story of rescue. You are in the middle of a grand story. And there is a hero who is longing to rescue you, not take you out of it, but to bring beauty to it, purpose, and meaning.

GOD IS THAT SOMEONE
What makes Christmas great is when someone who loves you plans something special, specifically with your joy in mind. God is that someone, and He is doing just that for you! That's what He's been about for all of time - showing you HIS love and HIS desire to invade your personal story - a story that you've been thinking was all up to you, or at least, simply a product of chance. God is writing your story.

If you want to acknowledge and receive all that GOD is preparing for you, there's one gift you have to receive first. And it's the most controversial name in society today...JESUS. God thought to himself: How can I give them a gift they will receive...a BABY!! Jesus is God's gift to you. That's why we as Christians celebrate Christmas.

God is preparing something great for each of you, and the way to those gifts today, is through the big gift - through the baby - Jesus! As you begin to see Jesus as God's gift to you, then all the other things GOD has for you will be given.

But, you need to know that seeing Jesus as your hero isn't going to get you out of prison. It isn't going to heal all your broken relationships. It isn't going to make everything shiny and new, like some TV preachers seem to announce. But seeing Jesus as God's gift to you opens you up to all kinds of new possibilities - new ways of viewing yourself, viewing other people, and the circumstances of life you find yourself caught in the middle of. Things will start to blossom with meaning and purpose. I promise.

If this is something that seems to be stirring in your heart, I encourage you to read the Bible...to pray...to talk with other people about what they know about God...listen to teachers and preachers you feel you can trust. And never let go of the hope that God, who loves you deeply, is working to make something incredibly special out of your life...specifically with your joy, and His glory, in mind.

I was honored to have the opportunity to deliver this message to a group of inmates at Charles Bass Correctional Complex in Nashville, Tenn. on my birthday (Dec. 5th). Please pray for them.

Living The Dream

Last night a guy asked me how long I've been in Nashville. I told him fifteen years.
"Chasing the dream?" he mildly snickered.
"Living the dream," I announced.
He didn't know how to respond, blurting out some kind of inquisitive affirmation like, "Whoa!? Really?!
"Yep, sure am." My mind flashed back through all the years of desperate longing, waiting to be living my actual dream."

I saw moments that looked exactly like my dream -- me doing the amazing things I always wanted to do. And, in the same brilliant flash, I also saw the many times I felt so angry at God for giving up on me and my dreams. The camera pulls back to show the whole scenery. I'm revealed to myself at least. I've been living on a strange roller-coaster of unrequited desire and exuberant fulfillment. And wondering why the middle ground feels so empty.

How many people do you know who are actually "living the dream"? The phrase "chasing the dream" makes me think about the greyhounds on the racetrack, chasing after the fake bunny on a stick that always runs faster than the dogs can. Is my dream running faster than am I? Is it something to catch, to capture and devour, as those dogs might be thinking they'd do if ever they caught the dang thing?

I believe I moved to Nashville propelled by a dream -- something out there, something beyond where I was living. It was a desire to make something out of my life. I didn't want to just settle for being, for just living. I wanted to strive and reach for what I was optimistically certain was out there. And honestly, it boils down to this: I desired to have a life of influence. And to have that, I thought I needed to have some sort of platform, some kind of audience who would allow themselves to be influenced by my remarkableness. My amazingness. My influencity (that sounds too much like influenza!).

Fortunately, in retrospect, I can see that I had missed the mark. I thought: PLATFORM=INFLUENCE=SIGNIFICANCE. That isn't completely wrong. It's just that I thought PLATFORM would look like a big stage somewhere with a lot of people paying to come see me sing -- that's when I'd truly be significant. So I kept trying, and waiting, and hoping, and praying, and crying, and screaming, and wondering when I'd ever get that dang platform I thought I needed in order to live the life I was supposed to be living.

Then I woke up. And realized I had a platform.

It's called My Life.

It was like I had been sleeping for a crazy long time and finally woke up. Rip Van Smebywinkle. More accurately, I had been so distracted by my longing for my platform to look like someone else's...you know, someone superfamous...that I couldn't see how my platform was actually supposed to be my own -- incredibly unique, designed specifically for me and my gifts and abilities -- and I had been standing in the middle of it for quite a while. I woke up and found myself on the platform of my dreams.

I'm a little embarrassed writing all this, because I think I sound so stupid and immature. But it's been such a profound awakening for me, I can't help but think talking about this might help some other distracted, sleeping person wake up and see the incredible place they are in right now.

I am living the dream. I have been for quite a while. And I almost slept right through it.

My First Music Video - "Precious Memories"

Shooting the music video for "Precious Memories" was one of the most surreal experiences I've ever had. I've seen so many music videos in my lifetime (at least since the early 80s), and always wondered what it would be like to get to make a video of my own. It's funny, how when something is your creation, it's easy to discount it as not being good enough, or subpar. Some of those thoughts are justified by a lack of budget, of course. But truthfully, when most people make their music videos there's no way of knowing for certain whether anyone will actually see it, much less like it.

The first thing we did after they made me up to look like an actual person who would do a music video, was shoot the clips of me singing while leaning against the big outside wall frame, wearing the black jacket. It was super hot—I was sweating big time. We used a tiny boombox to play my song so I had something to sing-along with. There was a smattering of people standing around watching, probably less then ten people, but more than five. Enough to make me feel nervous. Nervous? Not nervous...more dorky. I felt a bit dorky. No, I was actually afraid of looking dorky. I've never done this before, so I didn't know exactly how to be the cool guy in the video. So I just sang. The best part for me was when I finished singing the first pass, the song ended, and the director yelled "Cut!", and then all the people started cheering! It was just what I needed. To me, their cheers said, "We don't think you're dorky!!" I was probably overly paranoid.

I'm grateful my friend Marc Acton was there to be my objective eyes. He told me not to make the "poopy face" when I was singing. That would definitely be dorky. He also encouraged me, and stood by me when everyone else seemed so busy making their music video. It can feel very strange singing into a camera, trying to express something very personal, while there's so many people standing around working, or others who are just watching you try to do it, wondering if they're supposed to know who you are.

So after all the thousands of music videos that have influenced my life through the years, from artists like Michael Jackson to Ray Boltz...here's mine. My very first music video. I'm so thrilled with how it turned out. I'm grateful to Jefferson (the mean guy at the beginning) who wrote, directed and starred in this movie. He was the guy who liked my song enough to use it in his film. And then for him to invest in (and put up with me through all the edits) doing this video is priceless to me. It was so great to hang out with the rest of the crew and the actors from the cast who came to help out as well, especially the lovely Miss Christina. Thank you to all of them! And to you, please tell all your friends about "Clancy" — Let's make it a huge hit when it is released!