We are blessed in our small TLM community with a fine Chorister. Tony is a tall, elegant looking chap who has a family of faithful Catholics in tow. He sings beautifully. The choir he leads are a faithful bunch too, but very few in number, and he tries his best with the talent available. I do not sing, of course. I can ruin any effort they make.
But I can imagine his frustration. It is the bane of choir-masters that all too often he has to cajole others to join and then struggle with stragglers at rehersals. If they turn up at all. My thanks to those who join Tony and give our Mass that extra air of sanctity.
He can and does often sing by himself. Complex latin music. So I thought he might like to see what other good but frustrated choir-masters have started to do.
Its 'Technology' you see.
What can be done today with a little skill and organisation is bringing a whole new means for Glorifying the Great Supplier. I am pretty sure He approves.
I came across a chap who also has a problem getting others to sing. His solution was to clone himself and form his own quartet! Here he is singing a particularly complex song, the Agnus Dei (Adagio for Strings, Op 11) - Samuel Barber. Matthew Curtis sings all the parts.
Of course, it is nice when you can get others to come along too, but when they are far away, what are you to do?
Technology can take the problem away (while giving the tuneless techos something to do)
Eric gave a TED talk about how this idea got off the ground. He had many good points to make even though his own compositions are not quite 'Church' music. Pretty good though. And he went the whole kit and kaboodle with a couple of thousand folk joining in.
It is a fine way for Nuns to collaborate too. Some Carmelites had set a standard for others to follow.
And with the introductions over, let's see and hear the complete piece.
Today at Mass, Tony and his few faihful voices sang O Come Emanuelle. It was 'OK' but in my mind I was seeing and hearing Jamie. 'Tis a pity she is not a Catholic and at my Church
Now, I must go and mop the floor of the crypt. That's where most know I am on a sunday afternoon.