I’m at home with my mom for Christmas this year, and she had some dinner guests over the other night. One of them went to seminary for counseling (which my mom is also doing, little by little), and that fact steered the direction of much of the conversation. At one point the guy was talking about narcissism (I believe) as a disorder, and when asked what the symptoms are he mentioned “reference,” which is basically name dropping. I imagine that the worst person of all must be the one who keeps a blog and name drops on it, then. I don’t know why I’m telling you all this; the real purpose for this post is to tell you of my intimate associations with the band Jars of Clay.
Where should I begin? I guess I could start by saying that the worship leader at my church here in Orlando is friends with Jars. When the boys are in town, they usually take a little time to hang out with him. He went to Greenville College in Illinois at the same time as 3 of them, and was a part of the music scene there with them. He told me he even played keys in a pre-Jars band with their keyboardist and their lead guitarist, explaining that Jars’ keyboardist played sax instead for that band. Also, he co-wrote with Jars the song “Hand” on their “If I Left the Zoo” album, for which he received a plaque when the album went gold. Finally, he wrote the song “The Stone,” which Jars recorded for a City On a Hill project. Finally + 1, when I was in church back in October, he introduced a new song that some friends of his had asked him to try out to see how it would be received in a church setting. The words were projected on the front wall so we could all sing along, and the final frame had credits that revealed the friends to be none other than Jars. So, I got a sneak preview of a project they’re working on.
A second connection I have with the band is through my roommate Will. Will grew up in Oviedo (better known as Orlando) going to the same church that Dan, Jars’ lead singer, went to as a high schooler. Will says Dan used to sing in the youthgroup worship band there. Dan of course has moved on and tours constantly, but his mom is still at that church. Will’s mom and Dan’s mom are friends, and so Will is friends with Dan’s mom. Will has a copy of Jars’ rare demo project called “Frail,” released before the band was signed. Dan’s mom gave it to him. Also, Will attended Dan’s wedding reception, invited by Dan’s mom.
The last connection I will mention is that I am a proud alumnus of University High School, and Dan graduated from there the first year it was opened. One night a few years ago my dad and I went to the Orlando Magic’s Faith and Family Night, and Jars was the featured band playing “Flood” at halftime and doing a full show after the game. As we left afterward, we saw a UHS teacher who had gone there at the same time as Dan. We asked the teacher if he remembered him, and he said yes, and that he was a quiet guy. Yay for quiet people.
Four nights ago, a couple of my friends and I and my roommate Will headed up to UCF to catch a free Jars concert as part of an ongoing event called Light Up UCF. Dan’s mom was running the merch table, so Will introduced me to her. The opening band was Mike’s Chair, who are making a name for themselves and whose lead singer also went to Will’s church, and led youth group worship there, and taught Will to play guitar so he could help. There’s a good chance you’ve heard Mike’s Chair on the radio, especially their single “Can’t Take Away.” In between the bands, our evening’s host had people from the audience come up and sing Christmas songs as they pleased. Then Jars came on and reminded us why they make money doing it. After the show, Will and I ran off in search of the Jars guys so he could get his Frail demo signed. We found Dan back by the tour bus, and I got to meet him and catch up for all the lost time. I told him everything I’ve written in this post, minus most of it. I longed to, though, and I did talk to him about University High. Then he offered me an idol cast in his image, but I already had one. He signed it.
Last night I went to Summit Church on a friend’s (not Dan, another friend) invitation, and we ate dinner at Pei Wei afterward. Jars’ version of “Wonderful Christmastime” came on in the background, and all my Christmas wishes had come true.
-Baggervais