God bless the Indian Summer

Earlier this week, I rediscovered David Bazan, Pedro The Lion, and his all-encompassing catalog of music through the Going Off Track podcast Bazan did a little over a year ago. (Actually, Going Off Track and the kinda awesome catalog of podcasts they’ve banged out in the past year or so deserves another altogether separate post: go there now though and start with Ray Cappo.)

For many years, Bazan was put in a unique position because he combined an “indie” aesthetic with his professed faith as an evangelical Christian. I tend to think that the indie crowd gave his open religion a pass because his songs were so good, but who knows how these things panned out. He was among the first, forgive me for using this word, but “emo” song writers to profess his religion and write about it in a scene where that hadn’t really happened before.

As Pedro The Lion, Bazan put out more than a few amazing records, then dropped the band name in 2006 or 2007. A few years later, he did something no one saw coming: he disavowed his faith, and openly discussed the subject matter on the 2009 release “Curse Your Branches.” According to NPR, he “broke up with God.”

I had a lot of things happening these past few years, most of which reaffirmed a disbelief in some type of God past anything portrayed in a Ghostbusters movie, so I missed Bazan’s breakup with God. But I always kept a copy of the liner notes from his 2002 release “Control” on the refrigerator. It pictured a faceless man slouched over on a couch drinking beers (It’s still there actually, partly because a few songs from “Control” resonated with me so deeply.)

So after the Going Off Tracks podcast, after me buying “Curse Your Branches” and after me deciding to listen to “Control” again, I found the above video on YouTube and got inspired to break up with God on my own.

Also, as bonus added info, the last time I saw David Bazan live at the Khyber in Philly was when my car got towed to the same place where Parking Wars is filmed viagra aus spanien. And with any mentions of the Khyber, and what it brought into my life, I must end this.

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