#EODYC “Friday” – The Performance!!!!! (read and rt)

 

Here’s the proof!

 

Click on this link to see myself, Matt Robinson and Ian Walters perform Rebecca Black’s insult to ears and music called “Friday”. This link will take you to facebook so you’ll need to log onto it it to see it.

But it’s worth it. Trust me. I wouldn’t share it if it wasn’t!

Yup, wasn’t a dream. It did happen. You can fast forward through the preamble. It really did look like fun.

I’ll try to get a youtube version up here as soon as possible!

Thanks for reading, watching and dreaming!

If you were in school today, this is the BEST after school gift you could ever get!!!

PS – Any thoughts on a song for next year?

Did I Just Sing “Friday??” – A Lesson From #EODYC (Read and RT!)

This past weekend I came to the sad realization that I am getting older.

Maybe it’s the gray in my beard. Or the fact that everything is loud or too bright. Maybe it’s the fact that I always make reference to something (Music, especially…) from years ago to let kids today how bad they have it now. I’m rambling here…let me explain.

My friend Jeff asked me a few months ago to be the co-host/emcee at our annual Senior High Convention, where students from all over the eastern churches of Ontario come together to be encouraged and to encourage others in their relationships with Jesus. I had an idea to open the event with a rendition of the Rebecca Black musical monstrosity known as “Friday” that I saw Jimmy Fallon and Stephen Colbert collaborate on. I knew that it would pop (meaning go over well with the majority of the crowd because of its random placement and overall hilarity) if we did it right so but that if it didn’t, it would be a loss that we’d be unable to retract.

Life is risk.

So as the event is getting closer, I’m quietly stressing over the song, the duties, etc. We’ve never had someone do what I’d be doing before. Urgh. Thankfully, Matt Robinson, our event’s worship leader and all around great man and friend, helped on the musical and creative end to make the song work with his band. But something was missing.

The “Friday” rap.

On Wednesday, by way of Twitter, I contacted a student I knew and asked him if he’d be willing to do the rap, a mix of the original HORRIBLE lyrics and his own swag. The student jumped at the chance, wrote his verse and was pumped for the opportunity. I, on the other hand, thought about the logistics, the response, the spacing…technical crap. On the actual Friday, we did a run through and sound check. Again, I was really in the technical zone, PLUS I was sick with a cold and losing my voice (as if having a voice would make the worst song in the history of poetry OR prose or caveman writings better, but alas…) so I was in a pretty crummy mood. But then I would look at Ian, (aka Creo) as he was waiting for his mic check. He was so excited. He just wanted to rip the stage UP! He couldn’t sit still! Up the minute before he was to get in position, he look at me with the “Should I go up NOW?” face and I’d say, “I’ll let you know, man, don’t worry on it.”

Such a grown up.

Finally the night kicks off. I get into that “There is no one better at this job than me”-zone and go for broke with the hosting gig, dappered out in my Don Draper suit. I’m still not having full fun yet but I’m getting there. Then we start “Friday” (…in the back of my mind, I’m thinking, if this fails, oh man…) and the kids are having fun as the Shakespearian call of “7 AM, waking up in the morning, gotta be fresh gotta go downstairs…” penetrates through the speakers. Ian then has his shinning moment and the kid kills it. He really does, all swagged out as he ran the stage (he’s seen lot of rap videos, I guess!). Then the song went into high gear as Batman, Spiderman, a sumo wrestler and guys in unitards hit the stage for the finale. You had to be there, I guess (any videos of it out there…?)

It popped. It killed. It was epic. It was actually FUN!

Right after the song (Catch you on the flippity flip!), I went, changed and got ready for the next segment, really forgetting what just happened. Back to tech stuff. No time for roses.

Not Ian. His twitter was a-blazing, excited to perform in front of the “biggest crowd of his life”, truly finding his purpose as an entertainer and rapper. He tweeted on it all nite! I read them and laughed with joy, pride and hint of “okay, cool it down, son!”

…And then I realized that he had something that I, and many adults, have lost due to social media, 24 hour news channels, broken promises, lack of encouragement, bad high school experiences (which we’re still trying to break free from), dad issues and more: DREAMING. He still believes, and rightly so, that what he can do will change the world. I was like that once, excited to stand on a stage, be it at church or school…whatever. NOW? I think about wording, time, people’s perceptions, “could someone else do it?”, speaking to the influencers, etc. Ian reminded me that having fun is okay. It’s cool to get lost in the moment and simply BE. It’s okay to dream about being better. It’s okay to actually believe you can change the world, be it through a rap, a dance, a story, a conversation or a smile.

I just wished the lesson came from a cooler song.

Or a mime.

Learning BY Repetition (Another Ellie Story)

On Friday, Eliana and I had an indoor daddy/daughter day where we ran, ate, played, experienced time out, laughed and waited for mom to get home. We also had a nap time…it was glorious.

During the day, Ellie would take one of her books, bring it to me as say ‘book pueezz,’ which is her language for “read this book to me before I throw a fit, daddy”. So, as an obliging dad, I’d pick her up on my knee and read her her chosen story. From there, she’d jump down, grab another book and ask for the same treatment. And again, out of love for her and a desire to see her learn, I’d read to her again…and again…

You probably know where this is going…

This went on for hours. I think I read “Baby Jesus” 9 times (these books are like 8 pages deep. Max.) among other stories. And I HAD to make it different each time! The Kid knew when I was halfing it or when I wasn’t paying complete attention to her or the words. Sometimes, it was the TV or the Mac. Other times, it was the window. But for the MOST part, it was simply “I’m reading the same story AGAIN?!?!?!” And I would zone out. So…she’d tap the page, or look at me and say, ‘Dadddeeeeeee!’ And a couple times, she’d take the book, sit on the ground and read it to herself. She’d make voices, get loud and quiet, turn the story into a Broadway play. It was quite something. So then I chose to do right by her and read the stories EACH TIME like it was the first time. The shepherds sounded different each time. The wise men had backstories. Jesus would have an Irish cry. And she loved it…each time.

And so did I.

I have to learn how to read my Bible like that too.

I think we all do.

I mean, after the novality of reading it for the first time in our lives, it can become dare I say, boring to us (I know this story…I preached this story…my favorite person wrote a book on this story, etc, etc.)? But like reading to The Kid, I have to approach it each time with new wonder, new excitement, new learning. I have to choose to look at David, Elisha, Haggai, Peter, Philemon and the rest of the gang with new eyes. And that is a choice that I have to make (The Holy Spirit is ALWAYS giving us a desire to read the word. We’re the once who choose what we do with it). Not to teach better. Not to lead better. But to know Him more and out of that knowing, the rest falls into place.