The rich fop Francis of Assisi was bored all his life―until he fell in love with Christ and gave all his stuff away and became the troubadour of Lady Poverty.
Peter KreeftTags: philosophy christianity theology boredom catholicism christ jesus-shock francis-of-assisi lady-poverty saint-francis st-francis-of-assisi troubadour
We start our lives with blues . . . with music. It's our first language. It's the rhythm of the womb. It's your mama's heartbeat inside your head.
David Mutti ClarkTags: music god spirituality blues griot troubadour
And here's to the blues, the real blues— where there's a hint of hope in every cry of desperation.
David Mutti ClarkTags: truth music spirituality blues race-relations griot troubadour
You got infinite channels and limitless rhymes, but the riddles of livin' stay undefined?
David Mutti ClarkTags: meaning-of-life spirituality blues griot troubadour
There’s something lyrical about an eternal truth. It’s a graceful riff. A free-flowing melody. Light and airy, it floats all around you. And when it lands on your ears, when you hear it for the first time, you instantly recognize it― because it’s like bumping into an ageless, best friend.
David Mutti ClarkTags: music spirituality blues race-relations griot troubadour
The music echoes in the emptiness. It reminds us where we came from and where we’re bound.
David Mutti ClarkTags: music spirituality death-and-dying blues griot troubadour
Your muse ain't singin' on your MTV? Can't even see him on your HD TV?
David Mutti ClarkTags: meaning blues muse griot troubadour
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