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MrTom

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PIOUS X During the early years of the Modernist-Fundamentalist debates within the liberalizing Protestant denominations, there was a pope, Pious X, who was fighting his own battle against modernizing tendencies in the Catholic Church. Pious was conservative, kind, and compassionate, which we dig. And while we are less than thrilled with his devotion to Mary, we love that Pope Pious X (now, St. Pious X in Catholic circles) was a lover of fine cigars. The story is often told (though likely apocryphal) that Pious X once summoned a bishop in order to rebuke him for sinning with women and drink. As a gesture of kindness, he began the meeting by offering the man a fine cigar from the papal humidor (papal humidor!). The bishop, thinking it was a test, declined, saying he had no such vice, to which the pope replied.......If it were a vice, I would not have offered it to you !".
 
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MrTom

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Slower and Saner: On Pipes, Rock-Stardom, and Jody Davis “Don’t mind the naked black guy in the hallway,” Jody Davis says, as we make our way through a dark passage to the back of the Newsboys’ tour bus in Saginaw, Michigan. “I get that all the time in my line of work,” I reply, which is not-untrue of sports writing. The Newsboys are a CCM pop juggernaut, having launched in Australia, but garnering critical and commercial success stateside in the 1990s. Jody Davis is their lead guitar player. The black guy, in this case, is Michael Tait, formerly of DC Talk and now the lead singer. Outside there are several thousand sweaty evangelicals in lawn chairs waiting to scream for four middle-aged men. The oddness of the scene hasn’t escaped Davis. Rather, it is just part of the job. It’s odd, spending time with middle-aged rock stars. The tour bus seems like an appropriate locale for people in their twenties, not so much men with families in their forties. But the thin, dark-bearded Davis turns to pipe-making to help wile away some of the long hours on the road. “I started playing guitar because I loved music, and with pipes it was the same thing,” Davis explains. “In the years before eBay I was big into antiquing on the road. Wherever we had a tour stop I’d find antique stores and estate sales. I started learning about the estate market and antique pipes. I fell in love with the different shapes and wood.” Like most of us, Davis was drawn to the aesthetics, culture, and pace of pipe smoking. “When I first started smoking we had this C.S. Lewis book club in Nashville called ‘Inklings,’ where we’d smoke pipes and discuss books and theology. Lighting and smoking a pipe helps you to relax and wind down. It helps me to do my reading, and have consistent quiet-times of study. I think it has a tendency to help people who are a little ADD—it’s essentially relaxing but it also keeps the mind engaged.” Sometime in the mid-90s Davis bought his first pipe kit and whittled out his first pipe. He then started chasing down higher-quality briar and stem material, and made a pipe that caught the attention of a buyer for a high-end pipe shop in Nashville called “Uptown.” “He said, ‘Man, this is pretty good’” Davis recalls. “He created a lot of hype for my pipes which I then had to live up to.” Davis sought guidance and inspiration from the Danish pipe-masters, who at the time had a corner on the world’s high-end pipe market.
Davis explains that the creativity involved in pipe-making is different than the kind that is required for collaborative efforts like songwriting, recording and touring. “I’m basically an introvert,” he explains, “which is strange for this line of work [rock-star]. I live for the solitary day in the shop. It’s all your own. It’s fun to see something through entirely from start to finish.” However, human nature being what it is, there are many of the same dramas and pressures in both industries. “Everyone’s a critic,” he says with a smile. “In the pipe community there are lots of chat rooms and lots of dramas.” As a result, Davis keeps his online presence to a minimum, as a way of protecting the joy of pipe smoking, but also as a means of managing both worlds—music and pipes. We spend a moment bemoaning the fact that the Internet has changed, well, everything in both of Davis’s industries. “Kids used to buy entire records,” he says. “Musicians used to be able to trace their musical influences through bands from the past. Now a kid says, ‘I like The Killers, so I’ll make a band that sounds like The Killers.” Everyone, it seems, is looking for the next 99 cent download hit, rather than the cohesive, coherent album.
 
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MrTom

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Spurgeon on Early-Morning Smoke In recording his personal memories of Charles Spurgeon, William Williams relates the following story: While Mr. Spurgeon was living at Nightingale Lane, Clapham, an excursion was one day organised by one of the young men's classes at the Tabernacle. The brake with the excursionists was to call for the President on their way to mid-Surrey. It was a beautiful early morning, and the men arrived in high spirits, pipes and cigars alight, and looking forward to a day of unrestrained enjoyment. Mr. Spurgeon was ready waiting at the gate. He jumped up to the box-seat reserved for him, and looking round with an expression of astonishment, exclaimed: “What, gentlemen! Are you not ashamed to be smoking so early?” Here was a damper! Dismay was on every face. Pipes and cigars one by one failed and dropped out of sight. When all had disappeared, out came the President's cigar-case. He lit up and smoked away serenely. The men looked at him astonished. “I thought you said you objected to smoking, Mr. Spurgeon?” one ventured. “Oh no, I did not say I objected. I asked if they were not ashamed, and it appears they were, for they have all put their pipes away.” Amid laughter the pipes reappeared, and with puffs of smoke the party went on merrily.
 
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"My own experience has been that the tools I need for my trade are paper, tobacco, food, and a little whisky.''
William Faulkner (1897-1962), U.S. novelist. Interview in Writers at Work, First Series, ed. Malcolm Cowley (1958).
 
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MrTom

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A pipe smoker wit, awesome...
William Faulkner
Banquet speech
William Faulkner’s speech at the Nobel Banquet at the City Hall in Stockholm, December 10, 1950 *

Ladies and gentlemen,

I feel that this award was not made to me as a man, but to my work – a life’s work in the agony and sweat of the human spirit, not for glory and least of all for profit, but to create out of the materials of the human spirit something which did not exist before. So this award is only mine in trust. It will not be difficult to find a dedication for the money part of it commensurate with the purpose and significance of its origin. But I would like to do the same with the acclaim too, by using this moment as a pinnacle from which I might be listened to by the young men and women already dedicated to the same anguish and travail, among whom is already that one who will some day stand here where I am standing.

Our tragedy today is a general and universal physical fear so long sustained by now that we can even bear it. There are no longer problems of the spirit. There is only the question: When will I be blown up? Because of this, the young man or woman writing today has forgotten the problems of the human heart in conflict with itself which alone can make good writing because only that is worth writing about, worth the agony and the sweat.

He must learn them again. He must teach himself that the basest of all things is to be afraid; and, teaching himself that, forget it forever, leaving no room in his workshop for anything but the old verities and truths of the heart, the old universal truths lacking which any story is ephemeral and doomed – love and honor and pity and pride and compassion and sacrifice. Until he does so, he labors under a curse. He writes not of love but of lust, of defeats in which nobody loses anything of value, of victories without hope and, worst of all, without pity or compassion. His griefs grieve on no universal bones, leaving no scars. He writes not of the heart but of the glands.

Until he relearns these things, he will write as though he stood among and watched the end of man. I decline to accept the end of man. It is easy enough to say that man is immortal simply because he will endure: that when the last dingdong of doom has clanged and faded from the last worthless rock hanging tideless in the last red and dying evening, that even then there will still be one more sound: that of his puny inexhaustible voice, still talking.

I refuse to accept this. I believe that man will not merely endure: he will prevail. He is immortal, not because he alone among creatures has an inexhaustible voice, but because he has a soul, a spirit capable of compassion and sacrifice and endurance. The poet’s, the writer’s, duty is to write about these things. It is his privilege to help man endure by lifting his heart, by reminding him of the courage and honor and hope and pride and compassion and pity and sacrifice which have been the glory of his past. The poet’s voice need not merely be the record of man, it can be one of the props, the pillars to help him endure and prevail.
 

celticbrewer

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Heres another Spurgeon Quote:

Woman to Spurgeon (a preacher): Why do you smoke, sir, dont you know that your body is a temple?
Spurgeon: "Does it not say in Deuteronomy that the Lord filled the temple with Smoke?"
 
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