What you don’t know about me is this:
At those times when Mirabilis.ca is quiet for a few days or a week, it may be that I have just become obsessed by some fascinating new topic, as I am wont to do. (LibraryThing, GPS, whatever.) I don’t just acquire new interests; I eat them up. The subject that has captured my attention this time is Gregorian chant. Not just listening to it, but sight-singing it. That’s my goal.
I live in the middle of nowhere, and the music at our little Catholic church here is often vile. In fact, I could record it and upload it as some sort of sick comedy file. Those 1970s schmaltz camp songs we sing make me want to vomit. I have fantasies about rosary beads that contain cyanide capsules, so if it gets really bad, or if we sing ‘Gifts of Finest Wheat’ one more time… well. It’s quite frustrating, that’s what. It’s the kind of music that makes one want to stick knitting needles up one’s nose, straight up to the brain. The thought is “stop this noise, PLEASE.” Or maybe “just shoot me now!”
It seems to me that Gregorian Chant is a perfect alternative to the icky music I hate. And so it is that I’ve immersed myself in the world of chant. We already have lots of chant CDs, but now we have tutorials and study guides as well. And soon we will have a schola, and it will not suck.
I’m learning terms like punctum, liquiescent clivis, and bistropha. I know why solfege is so important.
And guess who chants at Mass now, one song per week? We do. Ora pro nobis.