My indie rock Pandora station has been playing a lot of hip hop recently. I’m not opposed to hip hop–despite what my friend T-Bone may tell you–but this isn’t the station for it. Pandora ought to be a comfortable musical home for those of us prone to obsessive compartmentalization. But it isn’t. I swear this whole “plays only the music you like” business takes more monitoring than a third grader with a new chemistry set.

The choir director came in a moment ago while I was listening to Jay-Z.

That’s not Christian music.

Oh? How do you know that?

It’s that rap music. Rap isn’t Christian.


I’ve been in this living room, I think. And I’m a little obsessed with Dave Bazan. I miss his songwriting on my side of the argument, though.