Switchfoot’s latest album was released on July 8, 2016, and it is a powerful new album which raises big questions…
“We’re all gonna die,” whispered a sullen Sufjan Stevens at the climax to his song “Fourth of July” at Coachella this summer. The concert had been a fairly predictable Sufjan concert: feathery wings were present for his performance of Seven Swans and he had already smashed a banjo.
You won’t want to miss Hunt for the Wilderpeople, New Zealand’s wise-crack epic and number one movie of all time.
As kids, we believed that we could change the world. We wanted to fly to the moon, write novels, and save people from burning houses, but then we grew up and discovered just how much time living takes.
There are 13 million more Christian women in the United States than there are Christian men! I was prepared to wait for 1 in a million, but this is taking it a little far!
Aspiring artists that follow Christ go through a boxing match between their gut and their brain. But I’ve determined that Christian artists need to put the boxing gloves down and get on with it. They need to shut up and work.
It’s true that kindness doesn’t make for very good TV during political elections. And I know that kindness is hard to muster in a world where our social media feeds are full of people saying infuriating things. But we must rise above the vicious, reactive cycle of rhetorical hostility.
Happy things happen and I want to gloat. Sad things happen, and I want to pout. Affirm me, people! But no one in Facebook-land responded for weeks. Not even my family. Not one single like. Not one single comment.
Why would anyone write an entire song romanticizing short-lived, noncommittal relationships and all the emotional turmoil involved in them? Maybe because that’s exactly what the music industry does best.
Room invented a new kind of crying for me: the vomit-cry. This kind of crying is the kind of crying that comes without any build up or any warning—kind of like when you wake up in the middle of the night and vomit.