Album Review - Terry Scott Taylor - This Beautiful Mystery

How many times am I going to write about Tim Chandler?  Apparently at least once more!

Recently Tom Willet created and posted a video about Tim as part of a series of outstanding deceased Christian musicians that are horribly underappreciated, musicians that should have had an impact on the world at large but didn’t even make a huge splash in the CCM community.  The first two highlighted musicians were Mark Heard and Tom Howard, if that gives any indication.  While the video was good, it was the comments from his fellow musicians, people that lived and played with Tim, that really stirred my soul.

And this leads me to the reason for this article: the new Terry Scott Taylor album (or double album) This Beautiful Mystery.  I’ve been hesitant to vomit my thoughts out into the digital world because I’m not 1000% enamored with the new album, but that’s one of the things Tim liked about me, that I would tell him my thoughts on his music without a fanboy sugar coating.  If it’s amazing I’ll say so in the album reviews I used to write.  If a band turns in a stinker I’ll just not write a review.  This is why I’ve been hesitant to write this quasi-review, because everyone else online has been gushing about how glorious this album is, and I’m left scratching my head wondering if we’re listening to the same set of songs.

When I first heard This Beautiful Mystery I was struck with how few rockers there were, how the overall tone of the album teeters on maudlin.  Then I caught myself thinking “Tim would have probably done such and such on this track” or “Whoever is playing bass on this one isn’t really adding anything.”  Then I realized that such thinking is unfair.  Tim isn’t playing and whoever is shouldn’t try to be Tim.  It would be like an American trying to do a British accent.  They could get close but eventually they’d say “apartment” instead of “flat” or some such and the whole farce would fall down. 

Terry has said that Tim “gave me courage to venture beyond my supposed creative limitations and in so doing, lose my self-conscious restraints and give into a kind of wild abandonment.”  That is the missing element on This Beautiful Mystery.  If Tim had been alive he would have most certainly contributed on most, if not every, track on the new Taylor album and likely would have helped shape the songs, pushing Terry to swing for the fences.  As they stand almost all of them play it safe and despite Rob Watson gussying them up with his keyboard orchestrations (that unfortunately often sound a bit dated sonically) the songs fail to excite my aural neurons.

I listened to both discs a number of times and felt underwhelmed. I’m no enemy of slow songs but there were just too many of them.  Eventually I remembered that, like turning DOWN the bass will actually boost the guitar, often times removing a weak song from an album will increase the overall listening experience.  What if I removed the weaker songs and created my own “This Beautiful Mystery” of only those songs that appealed to me?  I printed off a list of the song titles and listened again, rating each song on a 1 to 10 scale.  Then, being the dork that I am, I listened to a few tracks at random and rated them again, not looking at my original score.  Seeing that the ratings matched I decided that it wasn’t necessary to endure the entire double album again.

Out of 21 tracks there were just eight that I rated a 5 or above.  I listened to these by themselves and found that instead of a ho-hum slogging through I have excitement now when listening to the album.    It’s just about on the level of “John Wayne” and “Knowledge and Innocence.”  If a strong handed producer had been brought in I’m sure some of the “cut” thirteen tracks could have been tightened up to make a full album.  I’m sorry if this sounds harsh (especially to Terry should he ever find himself reading this) but I have to call it like I hear it.  This Beautiful Mystery is a great album hidden inside a mediocre one.

In case you were wondering, the eight songs on “my” version are:

Signs and Wonders (this one has the most Tim-like bass part)

The Meek

The Everlasting Man

The High Tech Tribulation Force

The Very One I Love

A Great Good Is Coming

Worried Waters

Under The Mercy

 

 

 

Instrumental Conundrum

 As someone who is self-taught in just about everything (that's what you get when you're a loner raised by PBS), it pains me to pay money for instrument lessons*.  I've gotten this far on my own, and most of that learnin' was before YouTube!  But I've hit kind of a wall in my electric guitar playing so lately I've been wondering if perhaps a few lessons would help be over the hump.  I've gone so far as to find the instructor.  

Now comes one of the difficult part (and it gets real deep psychologically): What is it that I want from these lessons?

I started jotting down some notes.  Do I want to learn how to position my fingers to avoid fret buzz when picking that high note of a F#m chord?  Maybe I need some pointers on certain guitar parts that I've been playing for years but am still not consistent.  What about tips and tricks to jazz up my strumming patterns?

Somewhere along the way I started to analyze myself... never a good thing.  Do I *want* to learn more electric guitar?  What would happen if I spent as much time practicing electric guitar as I do, say, looking at guitar pedals?  Do I even really enjoy playing it?  I mean, I LOOOOVE playing bass, especially with a group.  I'll admit that it's kind of "meh" playing bass by yourself, which is why I learned acoustic guitar almost twenty years ago.  I have a thick binder full of songs and have enjoyed many hours singing along to some of my favorite songs while strumming away on an acoustic.  But some songs don't lend well to acoustic guitar and I do so love me a wall of distortion.  

Are there any songs I can play all the way through on the electric?  I'm not so sure and therein (therein?  Who am I?  Gandolf?!?!) lies the question of passion.  Do I really, really, really want to learn this instrument and if so, why?  And what?  I know many bass lines all the way through and the same for acoustic strummin' songs.  Maybe the issue is that I'm always practicing guitar and never playing it**.  The difference, as I see it, is practicing is like going to school and playing is using what you learned.  I've been in electric guitar school for years and don't have much to show for it.  When I hear a song I may appreciate the guitar riff/line/whatever*** but it's the bass part that truly grabs my ear.  Am I just learning electric guitar bits because they stand alone better than playing bass by itself?  Can you see the conundrum that I'm in?!?!?



* Plus I'm a cheap-skate.  Er, I mean I'm thrifty!

** Or if I do play it usually resorts to power chords.  Lots of fun... for a few minutes.

*** Especially Summerland.  And Goldilox.  Those are some great songs!  If I learned those songs my wife would fall even deeper in love me with.  Even though she doesn't know the original songs I'm certain it would happen and she might even go out on a date with me.

All King's X All The Time

Because I wasn't wanting my kids exposed to constant commercials while listening to Spotify I decided to sign up for a family membership.  It hurts me to pay a company knowing that the artists receive so little for their work but maybe I can just leave my playlist on repeat 24/7.  

I wasn't a Spotify user before this but since I was paying for it I decided to give it a whirl.  Maybe I can get some good music recommendations.  Not yet, but maybe one day Spotify will be able to figure out my schizophrenic music tastes.

One thing I did, though, was to create a play list of every King's X album.  They are certain in my top tier bands, although it's really only the first five that are their best.  So far I'm seventy songs into their 151song catalog and I've been enjoying hearing songs from the albums that don't get a lot of play.  I'm one of the weirdos that really likes Mr. Bulbous but the most recent one (from a decade ago?) and the Black Like Sunday don't get many listens.  In fact, I actually disliked Black Like Sunday and while hearing it again I can hear some juvenile bits, it's not too bad.  And overall, even the albums I didn't care for much are pretty high quality... certainly much better that a lot of tripe out there.  Perhaps the reason I didn't like some of those albums is because you wait and wait for a new album, knowing that whatever you get is going to have to tide you over for a few years so it had better be great.  But instead of being amazing it's just really good.  And it certainly isn't as good as those magic early albums where pixie dust was seemingly sprinkled on every song.  So you're let down.  But I'm able to appreciate and enjoy hearing these out of historical context.

 Yeah, a stupid entry but that's where I am these days.

The Great Pizza Adventure #14 - Casa Restaurants

And then there's pizza from Casa.  The Casa restaurants are a local-famous group of restaurants in Fort Wayne (there are four of them) best known for their house salad and lasagna.  The one about a mile from my house has the formal name of Casa Grille Italiano and, like the others, is a reasonably priced sit down restaurant.  My wife and I were having a rare lunch date with another couple and they always pick Casa due to specific food allergies.  My own food allergy is that if I have too much red sauce (which I love) I get heartburn.  And also there some specific herb or ingredient found mostly in Italian food that causes the bursa in my knee to swell painfully, so for me eating Italian food is a little like playing Russian Roulette.

I wasn't feeling up to the risk that day* so I ordered the Tutti pizza.  Although it sounds like it should be served with an umbrella, it really means that it has pepperoni, sausage and mushrooms, plus, accordion to the menu, "Casa's pizza sauce and italian cheese blend."  Because I hadn't intended to order pizza I didn't have my scale or camera with me**.  Or my tape measure, although I did manage to sneak a "hand measure" when I thought no one was looking.  I also managed to bring two slices home, pieces that were more than happy to pose for a picture.

And there it is.  It doesn't look like a very thrilling pizza, does it?  Spoiler Alert: It wasn't.  For a $11.29 pizza (plus tax AND tip, bringing it to $14.02) one would expect a very good pizza.  Unfortunately nothing really stood out.  The overall sensation wasn't one of savory goodness, which you'd expect from the toppings.  Despite being baked on a stone the crust was barely okay (good texture but no flavor), the cheese was nothing to write home about, and the meager toppings didn't scream "QUALITY" like a B. Antonio pizza.  The sauce was, well, was there sauce?  Overall it seemed like the owner said "Hey, this is an Italian restaurant!  We should have pizza 'cause, like, pizza is Italian!" and someone in the kitchen half-heartedly put a recipe together.  This is a rough draft pizza, kids.

 

Weight: 32 oz

Diameter: 11.5"

Cost: $14.02

Service: 7

Crust: 4

Sauce: 4

Toppings: 4 (quantity) + 5 (flavor) / 2 =4.5

Value: 4 (43.8 cents per ounce) / 13.5 cents per square inch

                  Overall Score: 4.7

                  Flavor Score: 4.2

 

* And I remembered that this restaurant was on my list of "Pizzas of 46815"... two birds with one kidney stone!

** Also because I'm not a weirdo freak who takes pictures of their food in public.  The diameter is an estimate and although I wish I took the time to weigh the last two slices and multiply them by four, I didn't.  Besides, the cut on the pie was so wonky that none of eight pieces were the same size.