So, this is it.
The dreaded green season.
Ordinary TimeTM has returned to the parish of St. Charles Borromeo.
Christmastide and Epiphanytide have gone, and with them has gone the (reasonably) solemn or at least tolerable hymnody that OCP’s ‘heritage’ missal provides for those occasions.
The preening songstress seems to be delighted that such solemn festivals are now over, and that we are back into ‘ordinary’ time, which in turn calls for ‘ordinary’ music, for this morning she assaulted the ‘gathered assembly’ with a barrage of the hippest and most happenin’ dreck from the 1970s and 1980s.
Guess who held the copyright to the pieces of ‘music’ selected?
Yes, gentle reader, it was our good friends at OCP.
Not one of the selections was singable. Not one! Furthermore, all of them were about “us”.
Melancholicus declined to join in the singing, since not only does he abhor bad taste, but he does not go to church on Sunday morning to celebrate himself.
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