This is the first installment in a collection of posts exploring how cultural artifacts impact our lives and shape our understanding of God and his world.
Two days ago, the indie-emo rock outfit Modest Mouse released their sixth studio album, Strangers to Ourselves
. I probably won’t buy the album, but the first single
is decent, if you go in for this kind of music. Strangers
is significant to me, though, because it reminds me that I am getting old, and that it has been nearly 11 years since the release of their fourth album, Good News for People Who Love Bad News
— an album that in a very real way saved my life.
You may have a few problems with the above paragraph, most notably that an album from Modest Mouse could in any way “save” my life. While this is indeed problematic, the musically literate and observant might will also be a little troubled that I attached the “emo” modifier to Modest Mouse.
It is this latter “problem” that I will address first, and doing so will actually help smooth out the first problem of having my life saved by some weird, “secular” emo band that hit its culturally relevant high-water mark in the early 2000s.