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Waiting for Steve, X 2009.
13. Okt. 2009, 10:44
Fri 2 Oct – Konzert zum Gemeindejubiläum
So I went to an atmospheric, informal, almost mystical concert by Waiting for steve last night.
About an hour before the concert was set to begin (I think), I called Thomas to ask where and when exactly they were playing, since any official information on this was a bit hard to attain. He said he himself didn't know yet (Seriously! - Musicians, I guess...).
Then he called me back, and directed my wife and me to the small old church in a small old German town called Naunheim. It was after dark, and in a small old German town that means that the town is dead. Luckily the church was at the exact center of the town (did I write "luckily"? it's always like that in small old German towns), so it was not hard to find.
The place was not exactly crowded, there were some young teenagers and some people who might have been their parents (apparently the little advertisement that the event had received was to the church congregation, as a "youth event" - I couldn't help thinking that the band's true target audience was strangely absent), some warm welcomes were exchanged, and the band began with their live soundcheck.
Then they played for well over an hour, delivering a set of guitar-driven emotional rock music, under the worn medieval paintings in this reverberating sacred place which seemed untouched by just another (albeit loud) rolling wave of the ocean of time. Despite the untameable acoustics of the place and the lack of audience, the band never gave the impression that they were missing anything, but powered their way through their intense songs. In between Thomas spoke about the transience of life, and Timm talked about how he had hurt his finger playing the drums, but that he gladly took this risk since it was his passion, and how it had reminded him of Jesus suffering on the cross, who had willingly done so because it was HIS Passion. The way in which he began his mini-sermon ("well, we were asked to say something... which we generally don't do...") reminded me of Mark Salomon's Simplicity, which deals with the dilemma that Christian bands who are not "preachy" often face at such occasions. But the guys definitely managed to keep it authentic.
Now that I am back home, left with the impression that Christian rock is still very alive, even if at times it's only at very small gatherings of young people in a small town church in the dead of night, I am reminded that the secrets of life are most often come upon where you would least expect them.
We will not forget the meaning of these days...
So I went to an atmospheric, informal, almost mystical concert by Waiting for steve last night.
About an hour before the concert was set to begin (I think), I called Thomas to ask where and when exactly they were playing, since any official information on this was a bit hard to attain. He said he himself didn't know yet (Seriously! - Musicians, I guess...).
Then he called me back, and directed my wife and me to the small old church in a small old German town called Naunheim. It was after dark, and in a small old German town that means that the town is dead. Luckily the church was at the exact center of the town (did I write "luckily"? it's always like that in small old German towns), so it was not hard to find.
The place was not exactly crowded, there were some young teenagers and some people who might have been their parents (apparently the little advertisement that the event had received was to the church congregation, as a "youth event" - I couldn't help thinking that the band's true target audience was strangely absent), some warm welcomes were exchanged, and the band began with their live soundcheck.
Then they played for well over an hour, delivering a set of guitar-driven emotional rock music, under the worn medieval paintings in this reverberating sacred place which seemed untouched by just another (albeit loud) rolling wave of the ocean of time. Despite the untameable acoustics of the place and the lack of audience, the band never gave the impression that they were missing anything, but powered their way through their intense songs. In between Thomas spoke about the transience of life, and Timm talked about how he had hurt his finger playing the drums, but that he gladly took this risk since it was his passion, and how it had reminded him of Jesus suffering on the cross, who had willingly done so because it was HIS Passion. The way in which he began his mini-sermon ("well, we were asked to say something... which we generally don't do...") reminded me of Mark Salomon's Simplicity, which deals with the dilemma that Christian bands who are not "preachy" often face at such occasions. But the guys definitely managed to keep it authentic.
Now that I am back home, left with the impression that Christian rock is still very alive, even if at times it's only at very small gatherings of young people in a small town church in the dead of night, I am reminded that the secrets of life are most often come upon where you would least expect them.
We will not forget the meaning of these days...
