“Probably the thing that drew me towards writing the kind of songs that I do is because I think you have to engage people’s minds, as well as their emotions, in an effective presentation of Christianity, and it’s very hard to do that. Much of modern Christian songwriting does a really good job of engaging the emotions, but doesn’t do a very good job of engaging the mind. Probably some of the satire and word play in the songs that I write is a result of feeling that that’s an important element of it all.”
No, not Steven Tyler (of Aerosmith fame, and father of the infinitely more attractive Liv Tyler), but instead Roland Stephen Taylor, who is pretty ancient, being born in 1957…
I’m not going to give you his life story or anything like that..I will link you to this most excellent site and let you read that there. That gives you his life story, lyrics to pretty much all his songs, information on his upcoming movie and most everything you could ever want to know about him.
I have a weakness for record/CD/movie clubs. I know they are, in general, a scam, but the into purchase that they have you make ends up being a great way for me to get a bunch of the items that I want at one time. Such was the case when I signed up for some random club way back when I lived in Indianapolis. I ended up getting White Heart’s first album (White Heart), Amy Grant’s Straight Ahead (at least, I think that was the one), Petra’s Not of this World and..something else (I think it was good, I simply can’t remember what it was). Note that these were all albums. Note that they are all..standard stuff. I mean, gimme some credit, it’s not Sandi Patti or the like, but it’s not exactly edgy material.
But somewhere, sometime after that I picked up a copy of Steve Taylor’s Meltdown to go in my new portable cassette player. I spent most of the trip to the Youth Congress (what, 1985? I dunno) in Washington DC listening to it over and over, especially Baby Doe. The title track was Meltdown (At Madame Tussaud’s), which I had to inform my father was not, in fact, some leftist anti-nuclear power message, but instead an allusion to the end times and how, like someone turning up the heat at Madame Tussaud’s, it would all melt away and go down the drain.
While this wasn’t Steve’s first album (that was the EP ‘I Want to be a Clone’), it was his first full-length effort, and from the start he wasn’t pulling any punches…
Down Carolina way
Live a man named O’ Big B.J.
B.J. went and got a school
Founded on caucasian rule
Bumper sticker on his Ford
Says, ‘honkies if you love the Lord’
We don’t need no colour code
We don’t need no colour code
Take your rules and hit the road
We don’t need no colour code
Judgement day is goin’ down
Better burn your cap and gown
White man speak with forked tongue
White supremists eat their young
Bigotry is on the loose
Ignorance is no excuse
I know Jesus loves that man
Even with the Greenville tan
Marching to pretoria (marching to pretoria)
Colour codes in churches, huh? (colour codes in churches, huh?)
Following a fascist creed (following a…what?)
Whose translation do you read? ()
True believers won’t be snowed
We don’t need no colour code
We ain’t playing dead this time
This is where we draw the line
- ‘We Don’t Need no Colour Code’
One guess who BJ is..
Indeed, Steve ended up making quite a reputation for himself by saying it like he means..
‘Wealthy lips say, ‘keep us from the evil one’
While the praying hands prey with deliberate cunning
On the carcass of the cold
Gonna get the Good Lord to forgive a little sin
Get the slate cleaned so he can dirty it again
And no one else will ever know
But he reaps his harvest as his heart grows hard
No man’s gonna make a mockery of God
‘I’m only human
Got no other reason’
Sin for a season ‘
- Sin For a Season
This was my first real interaction with edgy, non-standard music. Before this it was the albums mentioned before, as well as the entertaining, but pretty old, music of my parents (especially the hilarious Chad Mitchell Trio - Mighty Day on Campus being my favorite of theirs to this day - ‘Lizzy Borden took an axe and gave her mother forty whacks, and when the job was nicely done, she gave her father forty one.’).
And I liked it. Oh yes, I did.
1995 saw the release of On the Fritz and the confetti colored jacket. This album also brought about the first recorded sighting of Steve in a dress (as the superior, and soon to be defenestrated, teacher - yes, that’s a real word, look it up). This album saw Steve taking target at another ‘leader’ (and I use that term with great reservations) of the Christian community…
There was a time in Christendom
The road to God was hard to tread
‘Til charlatans in leisure suits
Saw dollars dancing in their heads
You don’t owe me nothing
You don’t owe me nothing
You don’t owe me nothing
You don’t owe me nothing
I heard her say she struck a deal
Her faith will bring in money bags
I’m heading for the mercy seat
My goodness looks like dirty rags
You don’t owe me nothing
Need I even say
You don’t owe me nothing
Why did you give it anyway?
I know you’ll give me what I need
They say I need a shopping mall
I claim the victory over greed
Lord Jesus, I surrender all
- You Don’t Owe Me Nothing
Steve’s own comments on this song: “Not one of my more insightful lyrics, with Jim & Tammy, et al. The televangelist target had gotten too easy - rather like criticizing a cartoon character for bad acting” (from the liner notes of his collection ‘Now the Truth Can Be Told”). He also takes aim at certain others with ‘I Manipulate’. I think this album is the last time that Steve takes on such, as he says, easy targets. ‘To Forgive’ is another of my favorites on the album, juxtaposing the image of Pope John Paul II forgiving his would-be assassin and Christ forgiving us all (First - I saw a man he was holding the hand that had fired a gun at his heart. Oh will we live to forgive? Second - I saw the man with the holes in his hand Who could offer the miracle cure. Oh, he said, live, I forgive’).
Two years later (for those not keeping track, 1987) he came out with ‘I Predict 1990′. The concert for this album was Steve Taylor with Some Band (his group) as the main attraction, with Whitecross opening. Whitecross was a metal band, so it was a very..weird..set of fans that arrived. But it was almost heaven for those of us who liked both groups. Best…concert…ever. It was also at Wheaton, which was funny because I ended up working concerts at Wheaton the next year when I started there (sigh..couldn’t I have just been one year older..sniff).
This is probably my favorite album, but in the end was the one that caused the most problems for Steve Taylor and finally proved that, in the end, the Christian community is far happier eating their young than actually questioning themselves or their actions. For 3 and a half albums Steve was getting more and more adamant, trying to force Christians to look in the mirror and see what’s really going on. From people accusing him of being ‘New Age’ or occult (a stunningly silly accusation if you know even a little about his music) due to the image on the front of this CD to people accusing him of being ‘pro-bombing’ of abortion clinics due to the song ‘I Blew Ip the Clinic Real Good’, it got to be too much for Steve. From the liner notes on I Blew Up the Clinic Real Good:
“A very incendiary song indeed. Reasonable people on both sides of the abortion debate could argue that this was not a song that needed to be written, but it was the unreasonable ones who made the most noise: The director of an abortion clinic in San Diego threatened a lawsuit against a video show that aired the ‘clinic’ clip, and when I called her at the show’s request to explain that it was satire, she was so whining and obnoxious that I ended up giving her an earful of what I thought of her profession, then begged her to sue me. Australian TV’s version of Geraldo Rivera did a story on me prior to a national tour there, claiming I was advocating blowing up abortion clinics - the story got picked up by all the major newspapers and eventually forced cancellation of most of the tour (forever dispelling the show biz dictum ‘all press is good press’). I even spent an hour on the phone with an elderly bookstore owner in Arizona - he’d pulled the album because he thought it was wrong to blow up abortion clinics, and I congratulated him on his integrity in choosing principle over commerce before gently explaining to him the song’s satirical intent. So what happened? It all seemed obvious to me - the flashing neon lyric in the middle of the song that says, ‘the end don’t justify the means anytime’. What better example to use than a clinic bomber (except perhaps the nutcases that are now shooting abortionists?) ‘Christian’ relativism’s finest hour! (Okay, maybe Oliver ‘proud to be a God-fearing liar’ North matched it for sheer shamelessness. ‘Does this mean it’s OK to tell lies, Daddy?’ Do I still sound angry? Does a duck have lips? Do we get the heroes we deserve, or what?) I’ll take flak anytime for the right reasons, but this song was controversial for all the wrong ones.”
(BTW, I want to credit onfritz.com for these liner notes. I could type them in myself, but David has done such good work … and I’m so lazy … that I cut and paste. Full disclosure and all…seriously, check out his website, it’s great www.onfritz.com. Also, another site with I think all the liner notes is here: Sock Heaven).
Another song on the album that ended up causing me to learn a lot is the song Svengali. Never knew who, or what, Svengali was (or ‘a Svengali’), but this album caused me to look it up. It’s never bad to learn. (for the record, read Trilby if you want to know more about it).
But the final track is the one that I always loved the most, especially the concept video that was made for it:
‘Nothing is colder than the winds of change
where the chill numbs the dreamer till a shadow remains
among the ruins lies your tortured soul
was it lost there
or did your will surrender control?
Shivering with doubts that were left unattended
so you toss away the cloak that you should have mended
don’t you know by now why the chosen are few?
it’s harder to believe than not to
harder to believe than not to
It was a confidence that got you by
when you know you believed it, but you didn’t know why
no one imagines it will come to this
but it gets so hard when people don’t want to listen
Shivering with doubts that you left unattended
so you toss away the cloak that you should have mended
don’t you know by now why the chosen are few?
it’s harder to believe than not to
Some stay paralyzed until they succomb
others do what they feel, but their senses are numb
some get trampled by the pious throng
still they limp along
Are you sturdy enough to move to the front?
is it nods of approval or the truth that you want?
and if they call it a crutch, then you walk with pride
your accusers have always been afraid to go outside
They shiver with doubts that were left unattended
then they toss away the cloak that they should have mended
you know by now why the chosen are few
it’s harder to believe than not to…
I believe’
- Harder to Believe Than Not To
Simply a can’t miss album.
Well, Steve and a crew of music greats came out with Chagall Guevara next, which was critically acclaimed, but didn’t sell terribly well. I love it. I have, like, two copies (one CD, one cassette). The liner notes from Svengali discuss Chagall Guevara a bit “I never really liked this song, and almost tossed it out halfway through the epic making of the I Predict 1990 album. For starters, it presaged an unhealthy obsession with foreign-sounding words that would reach its tragic apex with the naming of an obscure American rock band of which I was a member. ‘
Unfortunately, that one album was the entire discography for Chagall Guevara, but it was a brilliant, if short lived, life.
Finally, a couple years later Steve came back for one more. In 1994 he came out with Squint. Many Steve fans don’t like this album as much as his earlier works (my better half included), but I find myself just as happy to listen to it as to his older works. Songs like Smug, Easy Listening and Cash Cow bring us full circle back to commentary on the modern church, while songs like Sock Heaven and Jesus is for Losers remind us of our place in the universe and the plans that God has for us. Steve has said that Sock Heaven is a bit autobiographical and if you read about his career you can see the connection.
Steve’s take on both the Church and political discussion on the country these days is pretty prophetic when you think this is written back in 1994:
‘Strike this little pose
Chin up in the air
Lips together tightly
Nostrils in a flare
Now look like you care
Very nice!
Practice in the mirror
Brushing back a tear
Very sincere
A promising career could begin right here at home
If you’ve got that smug
That smug
Hey Mama Hey Mama Lookee what your little babies all have become
Hey Mama Hey Mama don’t it ever make you wish you’d been a nun?
Vain and fickle
Were we weaned on a pickle?
Is it in our blood?
Rome is burning
We’re here turning smug
Strike another pose
Power politics
Swallow their conventions
Get your power fix
We love to mud wrestle
We love being politically Koreshed
Practice that smug
Pose it like a man
One part Master Limbaugh
Two parts Madame Streisand
Now pretend you’re in a band
My, my, we’re looking smug
Very very very very
Hey Mama Hey Mama….
All you smug-starved millions in the thick of the search
Welcome to our church
Whatcha wanna solve?
We can help you evolve
From merely self-righteous
To perfectly smug
Strike the proud pose of our country-club brethren
Friendly as a tomb
Fragrant as the bottom of a locker-room broom
Now what’s the matter?
Hey…get off your knees…
That part don’t come ’til later…
God will not be pleased
Hey Mama Hey Mama…
Rome is cooking
My, we’re looking smug ‘
- Smug
Part of the reason that I think people like political air-heads these days, from both sides of the aisle, are so popular is because people sit back and pretend that they are sages and that their words are so well thought out that we aren’t forced to, you know, think any more. People just link to the most recent Anne Coulter essay, or left-wing blogs in general, pretend that it answers all the questions, and move on. We’ve long ago moved out of the age of Discernment into the age of Parroting (www.dictionary.com ‘To repeat or imitate, especially without understanding.’). I know this started years ago, but only with the advent of the Internet, where you can literally say anything, without any supporting statements or even, perish the thought, facts (crazy thought there) has the disinformation campaign moved into high gear. Showing alternate views is now seen as a weakness.
Anyway, enough of that. Topic for another day (at this rate I’ll get to it some point after the sun turns into a ball of charcoal).
Steve has also produced and written for the Newsboys..his touch can be easily seen in many of their songs. On top of that he is the director and co-writer of the movie ‘The Second Chance’ which is slated for a Feb 2006 debut. It even has a website The Second Chance. Michael W Smith stars in the movie. The trailer looks interesting, and I am be looking forward to it (if I can somehow see it..not sure how widely distributed it will be).
I really can’t fully explain what the music of Steve Taylor has meant over the years to me. It has taught me to question, to believe, to hope and sometimes to just flat-out laugh. It has reminded me that little of what we focus on as Christians means anything, and that much of what we do actually tears down the body of Christ instead of building it up. Each of us has our own race to run, and our roles change as we grow, from the student to the supporter to the teacher. And, most importantly, it has always helped me to understand that we’re never done, nor done for.
I end with the lyrics to ‘The Finish Line’:
‘Once upon an average morn
An average boy was born for the second time
Prone upon the altar there
He whispered up the prayer he’d kept hid inside
The vision came
He saw the odds
A hundred little gods on a gilded wheel
“These will vie to take your place, but Father,
by your grace I wil never kneel”
And I saw you, upright and proud
And I saw you wave to the crowd
And I saw you laughing out loud at the Philistines
And I saw you brush away rocks
And I saw you pull up your socks
And I saw you out of the blocks
For the finish line
Darkness falls
The devil stirs
And as your vision blurs you start stumbling
The heart is weak
The will is gone
And every strong conviction comes tumbling down
Malice rains
The acid guile is sucking at your shoes while the mud is fresh
It floods the trail
It bleeds you dry
As every little god buys its pound of flesh
And I saw you licking your wounds
And I saw you weave your cocoons
And I saw you changing your tunes for the party line
And I saw you welch on old debts
I saw you and your comrades bum cigarettes
And you hemmed and you hawed
And you hedged all your bets
Waiting for a sign
Let’s wash our hands as we throw little fits
Let’s all wash our hands as we curse hypocrites
We’re locked in the washroom turning old tricks
Deaf
And joyless
And full of it
The vision came
He saw the odds
A hundred little gods on a gilded wheel
“These have tried to take your place, but Father,
by your grace I will never kneel
I will never kneel…”
Off in the distance
Bloodied but wise
As you squint with the light of the truth in your eyes
And I saw you
Both hands were raised
And I saw your lips move in praise
And I saw you steady your gaze
For the finish line
Every idol like dust
A word scattered them all
And I rose to my feet when you scaled the last wall
And I gasped
When I saw you fall
In his arms
At the finish line’
Until later, whenever that is, just keep running..
Gryfalia