Offertory: something offertory (oops! Preparation) -like
Communion: antiphon in front of Blue Book
Recessional: something recessional-like
I don't know what I'm doing yet, because I forgot to pick up the new Breaking Bread book. The music planning site I use refers to just about every hymnal EXCEPT Breaking Bread. I wonder why that is? That was a rhetorical question, by the way.
Sometimes I wonder if it even matters. People complain about certain types of music (pick any type you like), but they WILL NOT change which Mass they attend based on which has the "better" music.
So, cutting to the chase: In my naivete, I thought having more traditional music at the 6 p.m. Mass would attract people. Wrong again! I could probably play a toy piano, and it'd all be the same. This realization is disheartening.
Maybe playing "Gather Us In", a detestable ditty, is in my future. Nah, just kidding. It'll be a pirate drinking song instead.
14 comments:
"We pillage, we plunder,
we rifle and loot.
Drink up me 'earties, Yo Ho!
We kidnap and ravage
and don't give a hoot.
Drink up me 'earties, Yo Ho!
Yo Ho, Yo Ho!
A pirate's life for me..."
Dear L.P.,
Do you have a good singing voice?
From The Choir Director
Dear T.C.D,
Depends on who you ask. It's good enough for a bunch of drunk deckhands and bosuns...
From Local Pirate
P.S--the sword, hook and such may have influenced their opinion as well, matey.
Dear Local Pirate,
Do you perhaps play any instruments that are suitable for our ensemble? Tambourine? Xylophone? Can you yodel?
I can pay you with a fine brew, if you desire.
Just don't take our ship to Cuba.
T.C.D.
No, he doesn't, and he won't be troubling you again.
Would the pirate hymnal be called "Breaking Necks"?
Breaking necks, breaking legs, breaking any other bone that exists...or "Walking the Plank".
I be secondin' tha motion fer a hearty drinkin' song, matey. And if ye be offerin' me some a that brew, I may be able to lend ye me singin' voice this weekend, too.
What ye be sayin'? Did ye get me email, miss director?
Argh, me hearty pirate fiend, I mean friend. The current scurvy plan is for the next piratey weekend - the 13th drinkin' day of the great month of December. But first, I be tryin' to rid th' ship of a mouse infestation! I'll keep ya posted, matey!
Ah! No! It's my rum! Mine, do you hear? And I'm not inclined to share! No, no! Oi! Give back rum!
Bah, I do question yer age thar, miss tipsy. if ye can get drunk on tha wee bit of rum thar, ye certainly not be big enough ta be drinkin' in tha first place.
Missy Mouse Hunter, I wish ye luck on yer journey. I'll have ter get back ter ye about that date- I dunnae know aboot me physical therapy just yet- I be havin me first appointment next Tuesday. I'll keep ye posted, mate.
Miss tipsy? Who be the miss here? I be the fiercest pirate on the Erie Lake!
Good heavens. I leave you all for a day and suddenly everything's gone to pot!--or was it port?--
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