5 common complaints about current movies

Recently I saw Avengers: Infinity War with my wife. We had a really good time watching the movie and enjoyed it thoroughly. A few days after seeing the movie I came across an article talking about the movie’s flaws and why it was actually the worst Avengers movie.

I had a similar experience with Star Wars: The Last Jedi. People hated it, I loved it. Everyone is entitled to their own opinion. But the thing I don’t understand is why people take things like movies so seriously. In both cases, for both movies, fans talk about how the film is destroying the franchise. I think it’s garbage and people are taking this stuff too seriously.

Here are my thoughts about the common complaints:

1. “The book is better than the movie.”
-Ok… just read the book then… some of us like the movie still… you don’t have to watch it.

2. “The new film destroyed the franchise…”
-How again did it do that? How fragile are you to let 2ish hours destroy something you’ve loved for years? You don’t have to watch it. Act like it doesn’t exist. You’re allowed enjoy everything prior even if you think this film is bad.

3. “The film had so many plot holes…”
-Ok. But if we filled in many of the plot holes your are suggesting, it would have made the movie last about 30 minutes. You don’t have to watch it.
Example: In Lord of the Rings, if they would have just flown the ring to the volcano via those eagle-like bird creatures things, we would have had the most boring movie ever. Instead of 3 movies, it would have been how long?


4. “I don’t like the choices that were made for the characters in this story… I’m done with the franchise now.”
-This is part of the reason we have so much divorce in our country. I may not always like the choices my friends or my wife make, but I’m not planning on bailing on the relationships when things don’t go the way I expect or want. I get that you can’t exactly “work through things” with film companies, but I think the comparison still stands. Also, I appreciate you being done with the franchise because I’m sick of you complaining about it. It is also well within your rights to not watch the film. You don’t have to watch it.

5. “I hope this franchise is done after this movie.”
-Why? You don’t have to watch the movies that are coming out. I only really like 2 of the Fast and Furious movies. Beyond that I could give crap about the franchise. But if people still like those movies… they should keep making them. I don’t care if there is 100 of those movies. It doesn’t bother me. I’m not gonna watch it. Stop acting like you’re the only person in the universe and this film franchise is destroying your life by releasing content. Let me repeat, you don’t have to watch it.

In summary: If you dislike something, don’t indulge or invest in that thing. No one is making you. But also, stop arguing your case for why something is bad to the people who enjoy the things you hate. It’s ok for others to enjoy things you don’t. This isn’t life altering stuff.



On A Sunday

For me, it has become really hard to write about religion or my belief in God. The reason for my timidity comes from the internet being the wild west. Any random person can come across my posts and tear them to shreds because of the safeness of their anonymity. Though I like these conversations, I’d rather have them face to face. Many folks would not say what they have said online to the face of the person they have said it to. It causes much hostility. In many cases, I feel like I’m too Christian for the world and not Christian enough for the Church… So I’m an easy target for both sides of the spectrum.

One big thing that I have learned in college is that we must never claim to prove things. We can only really talk about the correlations and correlation does not imply causation. That’s what most scientific studies do. I’ve read so many scholarly, peer reviewed articles that draw conclusions which say: “THERE IS SUFFICIENT EVIDENCE TO SUGGEST THAT such and such a thing IS INVOLVED WITH such and such A RESPONSE.” This statement does not use the word “PROVE.” The problem is that though this terminology and mentality works for scientific studies, we don’t apply it to social issues. (I.E. “SINCE THAT PERSON DOES such and such a thing ITS PROVES THAT THEY ARE positive/negative ATTRIBUTE”). It’s a terrible way to think.

For that reason, whenever I talk about my belief in God, and my redemption through Jesus Christ, nothing else should be assumed of me. If anyone is interested in elaboration to avoid drawing conclusions about me, look to the comments section for more details.

Christianity is deeply rooted in me. I think I’ll always believe it. It is where I got my start in music. Some elements of my songs will always have Christian themes because it’s a big part of my life. My music will never be limited to one idea… There’s a lot that goes on in my life (God, family, friends, drinking beer, driving, reading, eating food, etc…) I just write about what’s happening in my life.

After attending Church this morning, I thought about some of my really old songs with Christian worship themes. I realized that I’ve never released most of them because they never fit very well with many of my projects. I decided to put them out there for free. Two of these songs were written by a friend and I just recorded them a long time ago. Some of these tunes were written when I was first starting music. Some of my views have changed. If someone out there enjoys this, that’s pretty cool. I probably won’t write songs like the ones that are on my “On A Sunday – EP” ever again. My musical tastes and lyrical stylings have just changed drastically. But it is all part of how I have come to be who I am. I might take it down and delete this post someday. In the meantime, feel free to grab it, reject it, judge it, hate it, love it or whatever.

Download it for free by clicking on the album cover.

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Take Cover

The reality about life is that there will be times when you let the people down who are closest to you.  At weddings, I’ve often heard the phrase “I will never fail you” in the vows that the couple gives to each other. I wonder if they know what that means. Personally, my wife and I didn’t use the phrase because it’s so unrealistic.

I think the best promise I could make to my wife is that I would be willing to work through anything. It’s the best we can have in this non-disney reality that we live in. I think true love is willing to work hard at the things that are tough. That’s who I hope to be.

Since getting married in 2016, I’ve had to adjust my reality. My tendency is to withdrawal from everyone and everything when life gets hard. Having a wife means I can’t do that whenever I want. Though my wife and I give each other the appropriate space and have good boundaries, my hermit-like tendencies have greatly reduced.

I wrote a song about this discovery called “Take Cover.” It’s going to be on the album I’m tracking this summer. I’m working on pre-production for this song today.

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“When All I want is to, take cover, I can’t take care of you”

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Picking up the mic back up

Whenever you think of a b(r)and name, you need to be quick about grabbing all of the social media attached to that name. You also need to grab a good domain. Recently, I’ve adopted the name “The Lesser” for my music and writing projects moving forward.

In the past few days, I have created twitter and instagram accounts. I have also purchased the domain “thelessermusic.com” My goal is to use this blog to talk about music, nerd culture, theology and social issues. I hope that the site in general will provide good information about music events or projects that I’m involved in.

As far as my music is concerned, my album “In The Red” is going to come out Summer 2018. You can listen to the two singles from the album here. I have also started pre-production on my second release that I’m going to start recording this summer.



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I’ve recorded an album under the pen name The Lesser. It’s being mixed right now. It’s always been my dream to record an album and be the only instrumentalist and vocalist. This album is the first time I’ve been able to do that… almost –>  There is a song called “What Do You Think?” I brought in some of the guys from my other band the lowercase to record on. (Or more accurately, we decided to not use the song as a lowercase tune after we recorded it… so they let me put it on this). Aside from that one song the other 9 are tunes that I played bass on, played guitar on, sang on, did background vocals on and put the drums together for.

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I’m excited to release it. I’ve always wanted to do a punk project. Unlike my millions of announcements for the lowercase record, this one will be available a lot quicker. It’s being mixed right now. No red tape. The album is tracked and my mixing engineer has it. The name of this album is “In The Red”.

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Thoughts about depression

My whole life I have been told time after time “you are too emotional…” At points I was encouraged to dial it back or turn it off. I am easily offended. I don’t like being picked on. I don’t like when people try to get under my skin purposefully. It makes me feel insecure, inadequate, undervalued and not worth it.

I’ve had friends who have told me that they started avoiding me because I have a tendency to be more emotional than most. I’ve spent my whole life trying to figure out what is wrong with me because of the phrase “you are too emotional…” When my junior year of college rolled around, I found a way out. I found (or so I thought) a way to numb my emotions. Whenever I started feeling emotional, I would drink. When I drank my insecurities faded and my emotions were numbed. I thought that I had become the person that I have always wanted to be. I was a rock, I was solid (or so it seemed). If I had a bad day at work, I would take a lunch break and drink. If I was lonely, I drank. I had myself convinced that it was the cure-all. I was convinced it was my only way to achieve some sort of happiness or emotional rationality.

Though I tried to convince myself this cure-all worked, my world was starting to fall apart. The nights that I spent at home alone would often be elongated periods of time of crying. Eventually I decided to seek out help from a doctor. It was there that I learned that I have intense manic depressive disorder. Which made sense in hindsight.

According to wikipedia the signs and symptoms of the depressive phase of this disorder include persistent feelings of sadness, anxiety, guilt, anger, isolation, or hopelessness; disturbances in sleep and appetite; fatigue and loss of interest in usually enjoyable activities; problems concentrating; loneliness, self-loathing, apathy or indifference; depersonalization; loss of interest in sexual activity; shyness or social anxiety; irritability, chronic pain (with or without a known cause); lack of motivation; and morbid suicidal thoughts. In severe cases, the individual may become psychotic, a condition also known as severe bipolar depression with psychotic features. These symptoms include delusions or, less commonly, hallucinations, usually unpleasant. A major depressive episode persists for at least two weeks, and may continue for over six months if left untreated. (Practice Guideline for the Treatment of Patients With Bipolar Disorder Second Edition”. APA Practice Guidelines for the Treatment of Psychiatric Disorders: Comprehensive Guidelines and Guideline Watches 1. 2006)

I got on medicine. It was a good way to keep the chemical imbalance in my body in check. Eventually, I came to a church that challenged me to deal with this lie: “Sharing my emotions with people will push them away.” I had to come to accept the fact that I am great, have worth, potential and can be an asset to this world even though I have a very messed up emotional life. I spent a whole year of up and downs re-learning how to be me and re-learning how to love myself with this disorder. I accepted it as a thorn in my side. When I surrendered these feelings to God I became a more sane regimented person. I was stable for once in my life. I wasn’t drunk all the time. I wasn’t sad all that time. I was simply me, Jason DeVaney, who sometimes had varying emotions. The people from my church have been the most loving group of people who have helped me through this. I learned that though I was somewhat crazy, I also had value and was awesome because of my unique personality. One individual has been meeting with me every 2 weeks for the past 2 years and has been one of the biggest proponents for change in my life.

A month ago, due to an oversight, I ran out of medicine. I scheduled a meeting with the doctor but won’t be able to get in till November 9th which is still several weeks away. This has lead to a very difficult season that I’m currently still in the midst of. There has been a lot of unnecessary pain that I have felt and it is a very real feeling. I’m incredibly proud of the choices I’ve made to keep my life somewhat composed. Friends, I am sad all the time right now. I have chosen to not withdrawal from my close friends, I have chosen to keep my eyes on God, and I have chosen fake it till I make it. I’m proud of where I am at. I understand that I’m not as perfectly rational all the time as I would be on the meds, but I’m really really trying and succeeding more than I have ever been in my life.

Yesterday at my 9 to 5, a co-worker was joking with me at my expense. I don’t have a huge emotional capacity for that right now. So I just stayed quiet and kept to myself. Ignorance can be some sort of bliss. However, when he noticed the change in my composure, he immediately went on the offensive and said “you are too emotional… you can’t be like that… you’re so moody all the time.” I don’t really know how to describe the kind of pain those words bring to me. Whenever someone says that to me, I start to hate myself and start to wonder why God made me this way. That little phrase has made yesterday and today very hard for me to believe that I’ve made any progress in my life.

Why do I say all this? Because at some point we all have to realize that we can’t make jokes at other people’s expense. When we do, we have to expect them to get offended and not be surprised when that happens. My closest friends lift me up and encourage me. We poke fun at each other from time to time. But when that happens it is all in an appropriate matter and those moments are covered up by the massive gestures of love that come from doing life with these people.

We have to expect that some people are more emotional that others. We have to be understanding to the fact that some people have a disorder. In the same way that we take care of the person that has an intense physical disorder we needed to do the same for people with emotional disorders. Emotions are good. They show us the status of our heart. When a man is emotional, if a man cries, or does anything of the sort, he is not any less of a man. We need to break these negative social constructs. As humans, we need to take care of each other. We’re all stuck on this planet together. We should endure life with the understanding that we’re all in this together.

My name is Jason DeVaney. I cry. I am emotional. I am NOT too emotional. I am sick and dealing with a disorder. My disorder does not give me an excuse to act irrational. It is not a scapegoat. Though, I am responsible for my actions it needs to be made known that it isn’t easy. It isn’t easy to feel sad a lot and to make choices based on logic rather than what I feel. It isn’t easy for me to count my blessings, know my life is awesome and somehow have an emotion in my body that is telling me I am sad. It’s illogical. It’s not right. It’s not fair. But I am what I do, not what I feel. I have no interest in having friendship with people that want me to not be emotional. I have no interest in being friends with people that want to make fun of me and then are surprised when I am offended. I officially don’t care for and don’t want close friendships with people who won’t love me for who I am and all I am worth.

I am what I do, not what I feel.

The Beauty Beneath It

I’ve always heard this analogy of God taking the all of the sins I’ve committed in this life (and the ones I haven’t yet committed) and washing them “white as snow.” Snow is always given this image of being pure, lovely and beautiful. We first see this analogy in the book of Psalms in the Bible. Psalm 51 was written by King David when he had committed adultery with a lady named Bathsheba. To some extent, I think that this a creative way for David to express this idea. Though it was therapeutic poetry for him, we must also not forget that this was his sorrowful prayer for redemption to God.

Though creative, I don’t much appreciate this idea. For me snow is like a thief. For a moment it covers up flaws or fills in cracks with pretentious beauty that I think is sneaky and destructive. At first glance we think it is lovely and soon forget that it is only for this season. The pretentious beauty holds us in vain astonishment as it widens these gaps, corrodes us and deepens the flaws. To me snow isn’t beautiful. It’s depressing and destructive.

I feel like snow contains more qualities for sin that it does for the forgiveness of sin. David’s analogy isn’t necessarily bad. It was the best one he could give at the time. I like to think of God taking my sin and washing them as white as a pure canvas because a canvas has the potential to be made more beautiful. In the time of King David, his culture wasn’t one that had this material in its grasp. In that time, the canvas either wasn’t used for that or it wasn’t yet invented.

In life, we are all like children finger painting the story of our lives when we ourselves are in control of it. Let’s be honest, we’re sloppy and don’t know what picture we want to paint. But God has always had the right picture in mind for us and the right tools: a paint brush and the right colors. When we are forgiven, we can either choose to follow God’s command (and plan for our life) or we can dabble our fingers back in paint and start painting yet another drastically tainted picture. The same way that one voice can’t by itself create a harmony, I can not make something beautiful of my life without God’s direction and command.

This season, winter, has always been one that has frozen me all the way to my core. My eyes this year are honestly fixed on what is right. I’m listening for a command from him, but my heart feels frozen. I am not at peace. The only time I get a glimmer of that peace is when I open up the Bible and read what I believe is the inspired word of God. I’ve been grasping at straws to see what I should do about this. In the recent years, I have come to understand that this comes from a chemical imbalance in my body.  Every year, I ponder on the same ideas… Should I move some place where the grey doesn’t affect me or should get on some medicine to help balance out my system?

I’m not really sure what God has in store for me. But I feel like I need to make some significant changes in my life. I feel like God has exposed to me a re-occuring pattern that needs some adjustment. Though I am covered and frozen, I refuse to continually be victimized by the pretentious beauty. I believe that God has created my life to be something significant. I may not be meant to live an extravagant life, but I’m meant to live a life of greatness. There’s something sparkling in my mind, saying “be prepared, this is going to get a little uncomfortable.”

My prayer to God is that he moves my heart again, helps me to take a step, and lets the blood cycle through my veins.  I pray that he’d ignite in me the process that will melt the snow away from my dead frozen body. Maybe and eventually, I would  walk away from this cold dark grave and into a warmer climate. I’m am frozen, Lord. I believe there is something truly beautiful beneath this pretense, this snow, this cold. Let it burn.