On this episode of the podcast, I talk with two members of the band The Ruralists, Luke Hawley and Laremy Devries, about their new album, Trying. You may recognize the name and their music from the intro and the outro of this podcast. This was the 40th episode of the podcast, and we recorded it live on the stage of the B.J. Haan auditorium at Dordt University, with a small studio audience. They play three songs off the new album (lyrics below) and we discuss, along the following topics:
- The story of the band, the name of the band, and the name of the album
What "ruralism" is and what it means to celebrate and advocate rural lifeHow teaching and spending time with college students shapes the songsWhat it means to use faith as "a lens and not a hammer"What it means to say that song is a "Dooyeweerdian" songWhat it means to say that songs should be more like sermons and less like prayers, and the relationship is between making claims and exploring possibilitiesGet the album: https://fullyruralized.bandcamp.com/album/trying
Listen to the album: https://www.fullyruralized.com/trying
More on the band: https://www.fullyruralized.com
***Special thanks to Alex Priore, Jack Underwood, and the production arts team who made the event happen with excellent quality and stellar style.***
You’re a murmur of starlings
All your ever-shifting parts
All my slip-sliding thoughts
So I’ll keep writing you all these love songs
And you’ll keep asking me
But I just don’t know how
It’s just like breathing now
With strips of kitchen tin
But it’s mostly just snow
Even though I’m giving it my best
I just haven’t got it yet
So I’ll keep writing you all these love songs
And you’ll keep asking me
But I just don’t know how
It’s just like breathing now
There’s a word that I learned
About saying what you’ve got
Means nothing without you
I keep trying to see the face
Of mother mary full of grace
But all that’s there is just the flesh and peel
Just the carmeled crust and the pink and teal of harvest dust
I keep trying to tell you how
I have always loved you like I love you now
But my tongue gets thick and my brain brain goes slack
And all these words come out bric-a-brac
And all that’s there is just the metaphor
It’s not the whole of you
It’s not the crux and core
It’s not the through and through
I keep trying to understand
How a dram of atoms makes the man
And that’s there is just some chemistry
The arithmetic of you and me
And the human heart is just a fine machine
Not a work of art filled with kerosene
Not a mystery of colossal scope
Not a duffel bag of fear and hope
Not a megaphone of love and hate
Not a talisman to keep us safe
Not a rattletrap always breaking down
Just a thing that bangs and beats and pounds
And throbs and churns and wails and sounds
And maybe all we are is dust
Maybe that’s the whole of us
But maybe we are magic too
Impossible and completely true
Lyrics to "People are People Too"
From the tops of our heads
You seem to think they’re not
You seem to think they’re not
You treat them like things
But people are people too
Of course it’s the same for me
Of course it’s the same for me
That people are people too
That people are people too
From the buds of our tongues
People are really strange
People are really strange
And believe what we don’t
But people are people too
Sometimes they drive you nuts
Sometimes they drive you nuts
But people are people too
Time here is really short
Time here is really short
Because people are people too