More Driscoll
Dave at Aropax Nation points out that perhaps Mrs. Driscoll isn’t the only one who oughta hit the treadmill and refers to this passage in my book:
Christian culture’s strong preference that young people marry rather than date has not just resulted in a divorce rate higher than the national average, it’s produced a bumper crop of chunky singers. It’s a sad fact that once men are freed from the fear that each woman they meet may be their last chance at happiness, they tend to scarf that third hot dog without reflection. The net effect of this is a business filled with stocky musicians whose ring fingers flash in the stage lights as they play.
I believe this, as much as anything else, is holding back Christian rock from greater commercial acceptance. Rock stars aren’t supposed to look like normal people. That’s why we pay them so much money. We want rock stars to be everything we’re not—impossibly skinny, stupid rich, unshowered, smelly and miserable. If we wanted to see happy, pudgy dudes with Van Dyke beards and spiky haircuts onstage, we’d pay more attention to the roadies.
