I’ve Moved!
November 20, 2008
So I’m sure that most people have noticed that the site has been offline for a few days. There’s a reason for that, which I will get to shortly. But first, let me just say this:
In fact, I am blogging at a new site I have just finished setting up: kennethhynek.net. A full explanation for the reasons behind the move can be found here
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That said, this is not the end of Time Immortal. My wife Grace has expressed interest in taking over blogging at this domain, and I am working to make sure that she gets set up here as soon as possible.
Also, my profound apologies for the modification to the site face; the move was not as seamless as I would have hoped, and many of the image files for this theme, and in the gallery, were corrupted during the course of their evacuation from my previous web host’s servers. Until such time as I have repaired them, I’ve put a clean-looking template in place of the previous one.
Update: for the purposes of further traffic shaping, new posts from kennethhynek.net will be excerpted below. Full articles can be read at the new blog.
I honestly did not know this about Clapton
January 7, 2008
I mean, this is the man who brought us the song Cocaine (she don’t lie, she don’t lie):
Clapton was always susceptible to truth. From the time he was a boy, he knew when he had done wrong and never excused his sins as the rites of a new moral code. When Delaney Bramlett confronted Clapton on acid, and warned him that “God has given you this gift, and if you don’t use it he will take it away,” it stunned him because he knew it was true. He knew that loving Patti Harrison was wrong, which explains the agony he felt and the circumspection he practiced. After failing so often to kick his addictions, he finally turned to God for help and got it, and now kneels to pray every morning and evening. “In some way, in some form, my God was always there, but now I have learned to talk to him.”
In some respects, I’ve always thought that there is more theology to be found in some of the great rock tracks of decades past than there is to be found in much of the stuff coming out of the Christian music community these days; give me Mick Jagger’s Never Make a Saint Out of Me over pretty much anything that Carey Landrey (Peeeeeeeeace is waaaaaarbling like a reeeeeeeeeeaver…) has written, any day of the week. That goes double for the blues, which has always been about pouring out one’s pain and struggles; good blues is as much about entertaining the audience as it is about therapy for the singer. There’s not much further to go, after that point, before one ends up again in the arms of the Lord, who desires to ease all human suffering.
So it’s great that Eric Clapton has found a firmer faith in God, and that in the wake of doing so has been able to turn his life away from the hellish pleasures that the rock and roll lifestyle makes all too readily available to those living it.
(In Soviet Russia, hat tips you: Kathy Shaidle)
