My dry cleaners usually has a local Christian station tuned in during the mornings when I drop stuff off, and the genre is supposedly CCM -- but, I swear, the people they play seem to think they're writing the soft (almost gooey) rock version of mid-19th-century hymns. They're both blatant and unimaginative, and end up all sounding alike; something like this, though, has wit and style and a light touch without compromising its values. I can listen to it without having the Christian "message" smack me in the face like the finally of the fish-slapping dance.
-- Bob
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Then the horns kicked in...
...and my shoes began to squeak.
-- Bob
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Then the horns kicked in...
...and my shoes began to squeak.