Twenty Thoughts, Twenty Years


Note: Any resemblance in this post to a similar post by Matt B. Redmond is entirely intentional.

Today is the twenty year wedding anniversary with the wife of my youth, Nicole. After giving it considerable thought, here are twenty memories that come to mind over our twenty years together. It should be noted that a few of these memories spring from before we were married.

To my beloved Nicole. Twenty thoughts, twenty years.

1. In 1990 I was the director for the youth choir at First Bible Baptist Church in Wichita, KS. You were a young, musically gifted pianist/vocalist with a quick laugh and an ever-helpful attitude. You were also 14-ish at the time and I was a 23-year-old college student dating someone else. Romance betwixt and between the two of us was nowhere to be found.

2. Romance finally came onto both of our radars during the summer of 1995. I was scheduled to lead worship for a week at the First Bible Baptist youth camp alongside Mike & Kim Marie Folsom. You were a camp attendee. Our regularly scheduled keyboardist became ill and we quite literally faced an “is there a keyboardist in the house?” moment. You stepped forward, added your keyboard/background vocal wizardry, and saved the week.

3. That same week at Horn Creek. I know you know this one but, great googily moogily, whattamemory. As was our custom, the worship band would gather backstage to get in a huddle, put our arms around one another, and pray before leading worship. I had already begun noticing the then post-high-school version of you and made sure to situate myself next to you that day for the group hug/prayer. As the group huddled up and prepared to pray, I felt my arm go around your neck and fall onto your far shoulder. I’m pretty sure I saw fireworks and heard “My Girl” by The Temptations playing in the background (“I got sunshine on a cloudy day.”)

4. Many nights sitting alone with you on your parents’ porch looking at the moon and stars. The area where your parents live was a lot less developed back then so one could get out there and feel as if it was possible to gaze forever into the night sky and then turn and gaze in wonder at you. I never wanted those nights to end. In some ways, they haven’t. “The moon has never shown so brightly/The heavens have never shed such light on me/It’s so soon to be captured by your gaze/But your eyes have got me in a daze.” From this song by Wes King.

5. Our wedding day. I would love one day to see the Northern Lights, to visit St. Peter’s Basilica, the Louvre, Neuschwanstein Castle, and the Cliffs of Dover. However, I am quite certain that the beauty of those sights would pale to my seeing you as you entered our church’s sanctuary on the day of our wedding. I’ve never fully recovered. Thanks be to God.

6. The evening of the day of our wedding and eating our first meal out as husband and wife at (wait for it) the 21st & Rock Road Applebee’s. That chicken fingers platter never tasted so good.

7. Studying theology and listening to sermons in our first apartment. We were young and childless at the time, so devoting a whole evening of binge listening to Greg Bahnsen lectures or Steve Wilkins sermons was easy. Remember how we devoured Randy Booth’s Children of the Promise, R.C. Sproul’s Chosen by God, Michael Horton’s Putting Amazing Back into Grace, or Douglas Wilson’s Recovering the Lost Tools of Learning?

8. So many evenings spent up at Evangel Presbyterian Church trying to bring some semblance of order to the church’s lending library. I don’t know if we succeeded, but man that was so fun.

9. The dark days after our first miscarriage in 1998. The Reformed Faith and the doctrines of grace tasted so sweet back then. They held us, carried us, and helped us make sense of some very grim moments.

10. Our fall 1998 trip to visit Mike & Kim Marie in Nashville. Just because….

11. The healthy birth of our oldest daughter Abigail. How brave and amazing you were as you labored mightily against the effects of the Fall. I had been enraptured by your beauty for a long time but that day I stood in awe of your power, strength, and God’s glory in you. What a privilege that I’ve gotten to see it repeatedly as you gave birth over the years to Rebeccah, Natalie, Isabella, Greyson, Tallis, and Cecilia.

12. That moment after your first surgery to remove half of your thyroid where Dr. Donna held your hand and, with a heavy sigh, explained to us that, yes, it was cancer. Nothing before in our marriage had ever seemed so scary. I felt so small, frightened, and unable to say anything meaningful. I’m pretty sure we just held each other and cried after the doctor left. Later on, so many friends and family would visit and buttress our faith, but those initial hours spent alone trying to come to grips with your thyroid cancer diagnosis had many Garden of Gethsemane moments.

13. Discovering the music of John Mayer in my brother’s car during our triumphant 2004 trip to Kansas City following your cancer surgery. I still can’t listen to songs like “Why Georgia,” “Back to You,” and “3×5” without tearing up thinking of that trip.

14. The tidal wave of “oh my goodness, what have we gotten ourselves into” as the first service at Trinity Covenant Church began on Sunday, May 2, 2004 at 10 AM. It never seemed at the time like you and I were involved in “church planting,” but I suppose we were on some level. Looking back at the bulletin from that service, I see that the first congregational song ever sung at TCC was Psalm 46:1-6 (pg. 84) from the Cantus Christi. How fitting that first verse has been in the life of our church: “God is our refuge and our strength; in straights a present aid. Therefore, although the earth remove, we will not be afraid.”

15. Shepherding our children as they dealt with the loss of their grandparents and great-grandparents. Grandpa Herman, Grandma Hale (my mom), Poppy. Shepherding each other through those same trials. Even to this day, you still make time on your shoulder for me to cry on when the weight of my mom’s passing becomes too much. What would I ever do without you?

16. Looking up at that sonogram screen in 2011 and seeing…boy parts? What. In. The. World. We were a girl baby family. Making girls is what we did. Making boys is for other couples. Now we have two of them crazy critters runnin’ around the house and we can’t imagine life without their aggressive affection, endless inquiries as to whether their muscles are growing, and reminders that we need to worship the One True God because He is mighty and He hates bad guys.

17. That feeling on Monday, July 29, 2013 when, in the aftermath of a massive thunderstorm, we stood in awful puddles of water in what we thought was our (finally!) waterproof basement. Good gravy, the despair was thick in that basement that evening. I’m so grateful God gave us both such a settled peace that our version of the American dream wasn’t working and that there would life beyond 2432 N. Rutland Ct. “And though a man might prevail against one who is alone, two will withstand him—a threefold cord is not quickly broken” (Eccl. 4:12).

18. So many musical memories with you over the years. The “Pray & Worship” years, leading evening services at Evangel (especially the congregational version of “El Shaddai”), singing/playing together at various weddings and funerals, the Soroptimist brunch gigs, me watching your piano students perform, you watching me perform with Jack Korbel. Not to mention all of the Sundays that we have logged together with you accompanying God’s people from the piano and me leading singing in our church. So much time spent making music together. The mind just boggles, doesn’t it?

19. The dread I felt in calling you as I walked from my desk to my supervisor’s desk on Tuesday, March 1 of this year. I knew I was going to be laid off. There was a pall in the air at work that day and one could feel the heaviness as soon as you entered the door. Although I am sure you felt like it at the time, you never panicked, never freaked out, and supported me as I tried to make sense out of “what do I do now.” Which leads me to number 20….

20. What I ended up “doing now” is something that I was moving toward…eventually. We just didn’t know it was coming up so quickly. In His wise providence, God used year number 19 of our marriage to transition me out of “workin’ for the boss man down at the plant” to being in “full-time Christian ministry.” Most days I feel so ill-equipped in so many areas. But I also get the sense that, in some ways, I’m getting better at this and I know that God is using you mightily in ways that I don’t even understand to make me a better pastor for His people.

You make me a better man in every way, Nicole Hale. How grateful I am for you. Here’s to the first twenty years together. May God grant us many more years of wedded bliss.


The 2016 Zymurgy best beers list


I look forward to the Zymurgy’s list of the favorite beers as chosen by the magazine’s readership. Some people slag the list for not having nearly enough “whale beers,” but that’s one of the reasons I actually enjoy this list over others (such as the “whale” heavy Ratebeer top 50 list). The Zymurgy list contains most of what I enjoy and can get, plus a few things I can shoot for if I ever make it to either coast.

I’ve actually tried 35 of beers on the 2016 Zymurgy list. Of that 35, I have had all of them more than once except for Russian River’s Pliny the Elder. Unfortunately, due to Russian Rivers’ inability to keep up with the insane demand for that beer (not to mention their scarcity in the Midwest) I have only tried PtE once. I blogged about that experience here.

Many of the 35 beers that I have tried would end up on my personal top 50 favorite beers, although my personal 50 would also include a fair number of imports (especially Belgian beers). Those beers are broken out into a different category on the Zymurgy list.

Here are some other random thoughts about the 2016 list:

A word about the image at the top: It is a stock photo of hipster/praise & worship leader type guys drinking tallboys full of “golden suds.” And the guy on the right is taking their picture with a selfie stick. The picture is so awful I had to use it.

New header photo

The blog features a new header photo, a beautiful picture of a Kansas railroad track trailing off into the distance. The photo was taken by my own father, who is quite the amazing photographer. So hats off and thank you to my father for his photographic prowess and for kindly allowing me to use his work here.

Basspiration Wednesday – 11/19/2014


Although I have owned a couple in the past, I don’t currently own a fretless bass. If I want to emulate somewhat the sound of a fretless on a fretted instrument I have to make some changes to the way I approach the instrument. Usually this involves playing with a lighter touch, trying to minimize fret noise when moving along the fingerboard, and rolling back the treble a bit on my amplifier.

In last Friday’s Basspiration post I spoke about the late Jaco Pastorius and the hand grenade his fretless playing dropped into the electric bass world in the 1970s. Although players like Bill Wyman of the Rolling Stones and Pink Floyd’s Roger Waters had recorded previously with the fretless bass, Pastorius’ implementation of the instrument was the tipping point. Suddenly, players were awakened to the possibility that they didn’t always have to play below the fifth fret of their instrument and that they could play singing countermelodies in the bass register. In fact, because he played a fretless bass, the whole concept of frets seemed antiquated in the brave new world being ushered in by Pastorius. In Pastorius’ wake came some brilliant fretless bass players (among them Pino Palladino, Mark Egan, Michael Manring, Gary Willis, Jimmy Haslip, and Alain Caron) and a bunch of imitators who had very little musical personality other than that of being a “Jaco wanna-be.”

The Pastorius fretless sound began fining its way onto many hit records. In fact, in the 1980s, the fretless bass sound became just as important as slapping and popping had been in the 1970s. Consider the following 80s hit songs that featured a fretless bass (and the bassist in parenthesis):

  • “Every Time You Go Away” by Paul Young (bass by Pino Palladino)
  • “The Lady in Red” by Chris de Burgh (Palladino again)
  • “Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic” by The Police (Sting…duh!)
  • “Wrapped Around Your Finger” – The Police (Sting again)
  • “Senses Working Overtime” – XTC (Colin Moulding)
  • “You Can Call Al” by Paul Simon (Bakithi Kumalo)
  • “True” – Spandau Ballet (Martin Kemp)
  • “Sledgehammer” – Peter Gabriel (Tony Levin)
  • “Nikita” – Elton John (Palladino)
  • “The Boys of Summer” – Don Henley (Larry Klein)
  • “Sunset Grill” – Don Henley (Palladino)
  • “Radioactive” – The Firm (Tony Franklin)
  • “Wherever I Lay My Hat (That’s My Home)” by Paul Young (Palladino. He quotes “The Rite of Spring in the song’s intro)
  • “Hold On to the Nights” – Richard Marx (Patrick O’Hearn)
  • “Do You Remember?” – Phil Collins (Palladino)
  • “I Wish it Would Rain Down” – Phil Collins (Palladino)
  • “Save a Prayer” – Duran Duran (John Taylor)
  • “Black Velvet” – Alannah Myles (some digging on the ‘net suggests this was a fretless bass sound sampled into and played on a keyboard)
  • “New York Minute” – Don Henley (you guessed it…Palladino)

As should be obvious from the above list, Pino Palladino pretty much owned the “fretless bass on a pop single” landscape in the 1980s. I will have a blog post dedicated to his playing in the future as he is one of my bass heroes and biggest influences.

The fretless bass sound didn’t die with the passing of the 1980s. It also found its way onto several hits in the 1990s. Consider the following:

  • “Tears in Heaven” – Eric Clapton (Nathan East)
  • “Get Here” – Oleta Adams (Palladino)
  • “I Can’t Make You Love Me” – Bonnie Raitt (James “Hutch” Hutcherson)
  • “What I Am” – Edie Brickell & New Bohemians (Brad Houser)
  • “Ants Marching” – Dave Matthews Band (Stefan Lessard)
  • “Evenflow” – Pearl Jam (Jeff Ament)
  • “Alive” – Pearl Jam (Jeff Ament)
  • “Damn I Wish I Was Your Lover” – Sophie B. Hawkins (Mark Egan)
  • “Jerry was a Racecar Driver” – Primus (Les Claypool)
  • “Run-Around” – Blues Traveler (Bobby Sheehan)
  • “Manifest Destiny” – Jamiroquai (Stuart Zender)

Since the mid-1990s the fretless sound has fallen out of favor somewhat. When producers speak of the sound now it is usually with a note of disdain. “A fretless bass? Well, that sound is okay if you want to sound like 80s Britpop.” This is an obvious reference to the ubiquitous of Palladino’s playing on so many hits. Even Palladino felt it was time for a change as he reinvented himself into a hip-hop/R&B bassist nonpareil by playing almost exclusively a fretted fiesta red Fender signature Precision bass.

One notable exception to the recent fretless backlash is singer/bassist Esperanza Spalding, who played a Fender Jaco Pastorius signature model on her 2012 album Radio Music Society and who now plays a custom-built 5-string fretless. In an interview with Premier Guitar Magazine she said that she prefers the fretless to the fretted because (given her background of playing upright bass) fretted instruments are baffling to her.

Viva la fretless and may Esperanza Spalding’s tribe increase.

As a bonus with this post, here is a Spotify playlist with most of the songs mentioned in this post.