An Anglican seminarian and organist who sings with us from time to time and is known as the Resident Heretic. He will be joining us for the Assumption.
He is very high Anglo-Catholic and has said that our Sunday Mass is like a Methodist service with incense. Not being familiar with Methodist services I can't comment.

CharlesW,

showing it to your choir would not go down well. There will be hurt feelings - the sensitive ones will think you're talking about them in particular. Best just to keep it among the professionals, believe me.

showing it to your choir would not go down well. There will be hurt feelings - the sensitive ones will think you're talking about them in particular. Best just to keep it among the professionals, believe me

Seriously? I thought it was amusing. Some people really are sensitive.

This sort of thing wouldn't bother my choir. (Anyone would need a sense of humor in order to work with me.)

Reminds me of the old chestnut that Jeff Quick found in some historical account of the Diocese of Portland's music program (set to the tune of "When a Felon's Not Engaged in His Employment" from Pirates of Penzeance.)

I. When the enterprising choir gets to singing and sopranos start a
quarrel o’er a song, the director’s head begins to a ringing, for his life indeed is
not a happy one.
II. When the keyboard will not answer very quickly and everything
about the place goes wrong, the director’s air is hardly very spritely, for his lot
indeed is not a happy one.
III. When his stiff rheumatic joints can hardly wiggle, and the
“Moosic” from the organ does not come, and “doesferyschtupidchvire
members” giggle, the director’s life is not a rosy one!
IV. When his poor old gouty toes on the pedals to not play the music
in the manner that it’s written, and the noise that thunders forth doesn’t
harmonize at all, the director with his job is hardly smitten!
V. When sopranos will continue with their “schlurring” and the
bass is very deeply steepd in “grime” and the altos from the key will keep a
turning, the director does not have a joyful time!
VI. When on show occasions everything goes vilely and the tenors
are the bumest of the bum, the director shakes hi polished bald head wildly
wishing most devoutly that he’d stayed at home.
VII. But at lenth “dese aweful noises” ceases and “dose amateurs” all
have homeward gone, the director’s face, the gay young maid then pleases, for
he’s as game a sport as anyone.
VIII. So he promptly ties him down unto the “Bismark” and then
drowns all his sorrows deep in beer, Oogling ‘tween drinks the witching
girlees “vaz blays Liebe Gott! like anchels down here”