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Filmmaker Magazine has selected its 20 Essential Movie Soundtracks - seminal scores that tell a story. The list runs the gamut from Hitchcockian suspense (Vertigo) to French New Wave (Contempt) to scifi noir (Blade Runner) to visceral junkie movie (Requiem…
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I consider myself a spiritual person, but I view spirituality as a personal matter. What I believe is between me and my god. Which brings me to today’s topic.
What happens when an artist decides that his or her spirituality is something that they can no longer keep inside? Not that they weren’t living their life in harmony with their god before, but now they have to tell everyone about it wherever they go. They talk about it, sing about it, write about it, act about it, and paint about it. Whatever they do is no longer just about how well they do it but about how their god deserves all of the credit for what they do.
Some people would call this evangelism. It’s spreading the glory of god in hope that someone else will drink the Kool-Aid. But even if you were only surrounded by people who believed exactly what you did (in which case, your shouts of praise would be pretty redundant), you are walking a fine line between glorifying your god and annoying the living hell out of anyone within earshot.