Why Thia Loves Her Church (erratic though my attendance might be)

Today was an excellent music Sunday, and I'm not just saying that because the handbell choir (to which I belong) played two pieces which are right at the line of 'too difficult for us', and played them the best we've ever played them. (Which reminds me: Boston-area folk! Tuesday night, at 8 PM! At Old South Church in Copley Square! Boston Handbell Festival! I promise shiny, in a very real and literal sense! ;-)

Er. Anyway.

So we killed our two pieces ("Jazz Waltz on PRAISE TO THE LORD," which meant all kinds of nasty syncopation and accidentals, and "When The Saints Come Marching In," which is in cut time and wicked fast as a result), and the choir sang a wordless piece that was absolutely beautiful (something by Meredith Monk, if that means anything to anyone?), and also an arrangement of Dolly Parton's "Light of a Clear Blue Morning" which sent chills down my spine. But the capper on everything was the postlude, "Toccatta on Amor Satis Est." 'From a melody by John Lennon and Paul McCartney,' the bulletin noted.

Yup: we left the church to a grand elegant organ rendition of "All You Need Is Love."