Have you ever had the experience of driving down the interstate and spying from afar some dark lump alongside the road?
You know that it is some unfortunate critter who met its high speed end at the hands of the Michelin Man. You know it is going to be ugly. You don’t want to have to see it. You tell yourself you are just going to pass by without taking notice. You look anyway.
Someone sent me a link to a site that has archived of – I am not making this up – Folk Mass Music Original Recordings.
That’s right! You older folks can now re-live the days of the first “Folk Masses”, the so-called “Hootenanny Masses” referred to in liturgical writings of the day.
You younger folks can learn what all the fuss was about.
It’s like having a peep at road-kill. Fascinating and dreadful, and not in a good way.
Here is a sample from 1966, the ineffable Ray Repp’s “To Be Alive”.
Reason #35 for Summorum Pontificum.
To those of you who are too young to have known those halcyon days after the Council, when our liturgical worship was being destroyed by liturgist hacks and dimwit prelates, absorb some of this stuff and try to understand how our liturgical worship got to the state it is in today.
With the help of Pope Benedict’s vision, his “Marshall Plan” for our Catholic identity, and with the slow, inexorable influence of the biological solution being applied to older priests, bishops and others in influential roles, younger people are making necessary, healing corrections.
But.. oh… what a time. Oh, what we did to our identity as Catholics.
Just one more. See? It is like liturgical road-kill!