When I was a tool

I was an impressionable youth just like every other indoctrinated American. I ate what I was fed. And back then, nearly 20 years ago, it was Radiohead and Tool. I ate it up.

Radiohead was my first real concert. I was 15 and dropped off at FFullSizeRender (11) copyair Park by my friend’s parents. It was memorable. It sparked a lifelong love for this band. They were the real deal. And still are. I wonder what things they’ve learned being in the business for so long – and staying relevant. If only one were allowed to communicate. Life would be easier. I imagine they would just grin and say something politely vague anyway. It takes a lot of love to truly share your heartaches and try to keep someone from the same fate.

And who am I?

The other big deal band back then was Tool. They have not aged as gracefully. I had some strange experiences at their shows, and now I understand a little more why. They serve darkness. Their music is technically great, but soulless. They are a black hole, not a shining sun. I was once dazzled by this perceived power, but not anymore. Thank you, Jesus. Literally, thank you.

‘For once you were full of darkness, but now you have light from the Lord. Live as children of light, for the fruit of the light consists in all goodness, righteousness, and truth.’

‘By their fruit you will recognize them. Are grapes gathered from thorn bushes, or figs from thistles? Likewise, every good tree bears good fruit, but a bad tree bears bad fruit. A good tree cannot bear bad fruit, and a bad tree cannot bear good fruit.’ 

Bad trees may produce deceptive fruit, but as soon as one goes to take a bite, it is seen for what it is. Hollow. Fake. Plastic fruit, without nourishment.

‘Every tree that does not bear good fruit is cut down and thrown into the fire. Thus, by their fruit you will recognize them.’

If you still think me purely crazy, I ask that you judge me by the fruit that I will produce. My fruit will speak more eloquently for me than a thousand open journal entries ever will. Mark my words.



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