At Deanery Synod the other day a guest spoke to us on church music. Someone said to me on the way out, 'I expect you'll be blogging about that when you get home.' Indeed I would have done but these days I tend to have a bit of a break before posting angry rants. That way I can cram more invective into them. Anger is so much better for you if it is planned. (Discuss?)
For 45 minutes our guest sang to us, taught us, encouraged us to look welcoming as we sang words of welcome, happy when we sang words of praise and cheered most people up with his dizzy enthusiasm for the sort of light choral tosh that floats the boat of 75% of anglicans and 100% of anglicans in non-growing churches. Mate, it's no good telling people to smile as they sing if ten minutes earlier you have scowled when you asked them to 'move the piano.'
Our Rural Dean (don't ask) posed a question. Which radio station do you listen to and how are you taking into account the needs and preferences of those who are different? The choices in this quiz were:
Since the answer for me, from these four choices, is Radio 4 but never for music apart from Desert Island Discs, I felt it was a bit rich. What of us 6music lovers? Do people know it exists? Someone even heckled, 'What about Classic FM?' I agree. What about Classic FM?
The trouble with all this nonsense is that I can't, for the life of me, imagine most of the ocupants of the chairs that evening tolerating music of another 'type.' And some types of music are delivered without smiles as a part of the piece.
Other contradictable statements:
Music should fit the architecture as well as the mood.
You need five weeks notice to prepare an anthem.
Everyone likes singing.
Oh, and non-church-going readers, please don't worry about what a Deanery Synod is. Synodical governement has been part of the way we do life in the Church of England for 37 years now and still we had ' What is the Synod for?' as an agenda item.
Thanks. I feel better now. Time to eat a bit more omelette.