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Music: Most Highly Recommended

Today's album of choice is Upstairs by Shane & Shane.

I purchased this album in Edmonton, summer of 2004. It was a whim, and I had no idea that it would become the spiritual staple in my life for the next four months.

Revisiting this album after a long hiatus was a fascinating experience. With the first chords of Psalm 13, I nearly started crying. Even without closing my eyes, I could picture my little bedroom with a couple of air mattresses and built in shelving, and a possible mould problem... I have such clear memories of lying there listening to this album over and over on my roommate's portable CD player.

(Yes, on CD.)

The summer of 2004 was not an easy one. But it was a good one. I told someone today that it was a "milestone-marker" in my life.

Even now, I love every single song on this album - an incredibly rare occurrence. Each song has some line, some rhythm, some thing that gets me in the gut or in the heart or that place that makes me say, Daaaaaaaaaaang.

I don't think I have any more words to tell you how these songs affect me. So I'm going to give you a sampling and leave it at that.

The Answer


Psalm 13


(I have only ever listened to this album, and am afraid to try any other songs, for fear of being disappointed.)

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  1. mellamovaca7:41 PM

    beth, love the new blog template (i've just been visiting via reader). shane and shane were some of the first christian music i actually liked. 'carry away,' 'rocks won't cry,' and 'psalms' are still part of my rotation of music. and the summer of 2004 (also a big summer for me) while on project in argentina, my roommate and i played 'rocks won't cry' simultaneously as loud as possible on our discmans in an attempt to hear music playing that we could understand. :) but i think 'psalms' is my favorite. scuze me, favourite

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