Angry....but you won't find out why by reading this blog

Before I go into my thoughts on NHL Trade deadline day, which many people are saying has become something of a holiday up here in Canada, let me first confirm that my wife Cara is pregnant. Kudos to you who were able to crack my secret and mystical code. Jon Kramer, better luck next time. So Yes, Cara is pregnant, and we couldn’t be more happy, we had been trying for about four months, and here we are, nervous but very excited and very happy to share this with our friends and family.

Now, on to other subjects: Last Thursday night, Baby (this is how I will refer to the child growing in Cara’s womb henceforth until its birth) attended his first rock concert. Well, ok, perhaps rock concert is not the right phraseology, because it was a Christian concert, and so this is not to say it was not rockin’ or enjoyable (we saw Jars of Clay in Edmonton), it was both, but the atmosphere of a Christian concert is so incredibly different then that of a concert which is not so definitely Christian. You see, I felt among the audience a lack of freedom to actually enjoy the music and be moved by it. The music of Jars of Clay has many times created an emotional response in me, and I have often appreciated the connection with the music that I have had. Seeing them live and seeing fellow concert-goers unable to respond to music was sad. You see, when I saw ACDC when they took the stage, we jumped to our feet, when they played the intro to “thunderstruck” the roof blew off of the stadium. People spontaneously move, and dance, and jump, and they have a great time, and they sing, and no one cares about how they sound, or how they look, because the music supercedes all that stuff. (Also they may be drunk or high, which also supercedes the concerns about looks and sounds, but you get the point). Christian concert-goers at a Christian concert didn’t stand until they were asked to stand. It was like a church service, they stood when they were asked to stand, they sat down awkwardly when they felt they could sit down (sort of like at the offertory when the worship band is still singing a song, but you feel like you should sit, but you aren’t sure if no one has told you) It was so awkward, and sad. So there was that. Then there was the fact that Jars lead singer Dan Haseltine had laryngitis. So he didn’t always sound that great, and sometimes he would try and get the crowd to sing along, and they would, but at a very low volume so that no one could hear you if you screwed up! It was awful, these people had no heart, the music didn’t affect them in such a way that they felt it an honor to sing along with Dan and the boys, to songs that have truly impacted their own hearts. The crowd sang the songs out of duty, and from a sense of fear that someone might actually have an emotional response to these songs and actually sing passionately from their hearts!

Well, I just got distracted for 40 minutes and I’ve lost my train of thought. I’ll post more another time. Just know the concert was good, except for a lady who stood up in front of us for half the concert and blocked our view of the stage. She was a swayer, she was quite annoying, especially to Cara, but also to me, but especially to baby.