I literally typed “I’m blessed!” in the early 90s. High school zine scene report from the Vineyard in Ft Wayne Indiana. Stacked bill.
Roadside van rolling and swaying, they always drove way too fast. John Ford, bass guitar. Eben who's last name I can't remember, read lots of books. Dougie at Cornerstone. Matt Johnson in the van's loft. Kyle, Hoosier traveling buddy.
Cole and I are trying to agree on our top 10 90s Christian Rock albums. The rules are that it had to be released on a Christian label and it has to “hold up” and not make us feel ashamed or angry when re-listening today. It’s hard to find 10. I feel 60-70% ashamed or angry with both Violet Burning records, so those can’t move up to the “For Sure” column. Was very surprised by the Michael Knott record on re-examination, and that that one might move out of the “Hm, Not Sure” zone and into the top. Need to check in on that LSU again and probably those Dance House Children records, too.
I'm pretty sure I had two versions of this shirt and the other was mesh, and I'm certain the sunglasses dangling from the string had leather shade-sides on them.
This record turned 20 today. The band logo tattoo on my stomach is stretched and faded but the record itself holds up just fine and is I think possibly the punkest Christian Rock record ever made all things considered.