It started when we were young...
The answer was easy—nobody had done the work of putting the Psalms to modern music. Sure, some people had done some Psalms and done them well. But nobody had tackled the whole book. It was a big job—big enough to take a lifetime. But somebody had to start somewhere, and, like the Good Book says, with God all things are possible.
The other big question was what kind of music and forms to set God’s work to. It had to be complex and beautiful enough to capture the nuance of the text, and simple enough for grandpa and grandma and all the kiddos to sing along. We didn’t have to answer that question ourselves. Generations of gospel singers on the southern plains and Appalachian mountain men and street corner balladeers had answered it already. American folk music has evolved over the past two hundred years to express the simplest declarations of love, and the thorniest statements of political protest. It’s the music of children and the music of poets and philosophers. It’s the perfect music to capture the brightest bursts of color and the smallest shades of God’s truth.
So we decided to form a proper band. We tuned our guitars, sharpened our pencils, and went to work. We tried the songs out on each other, on church congregations, and house parties, and anybody else who would listen. God blessed us and gave us some good tunes, and we hope and pray He will bless us still. Because the work is just beginning.