Verse 1 Master, the tempest is raging. The billows are tossing high. The sky is o'er shadowed with blackness, no shelter or help is nigh. Carest Thou not that we perish? How canst Thou lie asleep, when each moment so madly is threatning, a grave in the angry deep? Chorus The winds and the waves shall obey my will, peace be still. Whether the wrath of the storm-tossed sea or demons, or men, or whatever it be. No water can swallow the ship where lies the Master of ocean and earth and skies; they shall sweetly obey my will, peace be still, peace be still.
Revisit our 2011 cover story on then 22-year-old producer James Blake.
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As we anticipate the second Sunday of Advent, we meditate on peace together with this Advent Meditation offered by Brian Crisp:. These sentiments seem too palpable this Advent as news channels toss around reports of an impending national Muslim registry, political appointments of White Supremacists and racists, and increased incidents of hateful harassment, intimidation and violence. The surrounding environment is crashing around us drowning both hope and help. Peace acknowledges that the waves are both dangerous and present while speaking calm to my inner call for justice and love. Peace resists distortion and distraction and replaces them with focus and perspective. Peace never confuses isolation and solitude, stasis and stability, calm and concession, or perseverance and platitude. The tumult of the story is well set to the rhythms and melodies of the Emotions. I could see the boat planing above whitecaps and against dark nights. I could feel pellets of rain darting on my face with their cold sting.
James Blake is winding his way through the crowd at Hammersmith Apollo to get a good view of Drake. On his way to the front, Blake gets stopped by a pretty girl with serious bangs and a necklace that says "precious. He'll later say he dropped the ball. A big, drunk guy in a varsity jacket and cool hat stops him again. You were on your phone and told me to fuck off! No, the guy is joking with him, then manhandles Blake by the shoulder and awkwardly introduces him to two friends. When the show starts, Blake doesn't move or talk through the next two hours of mainstream hip-hop hullabaloo except to say that one song is a "massive tune. Even as the thousands of people stampede out of the venue, Blake is impressively nonplussed, casually walking shoulders back and up like a dutiful soldier.