Day 327: Write This Down – Lost Weekend
I first came across Write This Down when they were still a relatively local band in the Midwest. I owned some of their EPs from early tours throughout North Dakota, South Dakota, and Minnesota. They started gaining quite the following. After I fell for them, I would push their CDs to people that I knew. Eventually, most of my friends knew who they were. They would eventually sign with Tooth & Nail and get some of the recognition that they deserved. I moved away, so I lost track of them for awhile.
One day, I was talking to someone back home about music and Write This Down came up. It was quickly countered with, “I’m not sure that they are a Christian band anymore. I’ve heard that they are making mistakes on the road.” Welp, we pray, remain forgiving, and if we ever have an opportunity to lovingly speak with them, do that. They make great music, but they are still human. We all fail. That was my stance in 2010.
Fast forward to the end of my deployment. I heard that they were releasing another album. Naturally, I started looking into the songs. Lost weekend? This title and song seems to speak to what my friends and I had discussed. When I picked the album up, it shocked me. Admissions to cheating on a significant other, living the sin lifestyle. Holy crap. This was one of the most honest works that I had ever seen from anyone that wore the Christian label. While I applauded the honesty, I submitted my own judgment that most Christians would secretly relate to this work, but would never be willing to publicly admit it. It was too raw for a Christian group to do. I loved the album. I had wished that more bands would speak this frankly. Break the paradigm, right?
Then, I entered into my own lost weekend. Here I was a Christian that got a divorce. My formula was backwards. You can get divorced, then become a Christian. You cannot do it the other way around. Lost Weekend contained most of the truth that I needed to hear. I just couldn’t hear it for very long. It was too on the nose in my current situation. I could only digest the album in small chunks. Even though I could not ever listen to the album straight through, it quickly became one of my favorite albums.
The problem with being captured in a lost weekend presented itself to me very clearly. Would I ever get back on the right path? As this road that I was travelling on got more windy and further from it’s point of origin, I was beginning to worry that my lost weekend would turn into a journey that I would never fully recover from.