Friday, July 3rd, 2009
by Jenni Simmons:
I haven’t watched MTV in years; the last time I tuned in, the programming schedule didn’t include many music videos. Inane game shows and morbidly fascinating reality shows were about it. Any actual videos jarred my psyche like a fingernail dragged down a chalkboard. It wasn’t the various forms of gratuitous vulgarity that disturbed me – it was bad art. The lyrics were ridiculous. The music wasn’t what I would call “creative.” The choreography was repetitive and boring. Were they singing anywhere near on pitch, or was it all Auto-Tune matched to a pretty face? With very few exceptions, I was convinced that the music video as art was doomed.more...
But one evening three years ago, as I wrote and listened to the music streaming from my husband’s computer in the study, I heard a melody so haunting and beautiful that I stopped typing, my fingers frozen above the keyboard mid-sentence. I just sat there, all ears.
“Sweets,” I yelled, “Who is that?”
“A band from Iceland a friend told me about: Sigur Rós. It’s the video for their song ‘Glósóli’ – you gotta see it,” he said.
I concur. Here it is:
He has delivered us from the domain of darkness and transferred us to the kingdom of his beloved Son, (Colossians 1.13)