You're talking about the exact mentality I'm bringing up. I grew up being force fed KLTY and not being given the rich musical appreciation and history I could have. Did it really help me? A good chunk of Christian music isn't music for it's own sake, it's something else that exists minus some elements. You know how diet soda frequently tastes like crap? There's a reason for that. "Christian" musicians are expected to live up to a gold standard and it's no better than being a Disney recording artist, trying to be pretty for the camera. They all have to follow certain rules to stay "good" (or is it "safe and fun for the whole family?") or you might piss off fanny may in the youth group. Are you honestly telling me you want to hear watered down versions of something else rather than actual creative energy and inspiration, or is that too much to ask of an "artist?" I felt this way even when I gave a crap about mainstream Christianity. The vast majority of the folks in the "Christian" music biz could take a hint from Jennifer Knapp and try making actual crap at some point.
Why do you need a "Christian" version of someone else? Can art not just be art for it's own sake? Does the use of a divinely origined gift not in it's own way being glory back to God? I can't stand the concept of having a "Christian" version of something. When I write music, I write music. Whatever is inside me comes out. Sometimes it's "good" and sometimes it's "bad," but at least I'm not pretending I'm something more than what i really am and LYING to people who might eventually be extremely hurt if I had some massive fanbase and got caught up in some scandal. Purposely throwing a few religious words in a song and limiting certain themes is nothing other than really shitty censorship. People are people and to expect any more is to set yourself up for inevitable failure and tons of unnecessary guilt, all at the heeding of someone who calls himself a "religious authority" which in actuality has NOTHING to do with a single person's divine relationship.