Sacred Sunday: “Mountains,” Lonestar

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Yeah.  This is bad.  This is really bad.  But hey, at least you can be sure, dear reader, that I am being totally honest with you on Shame Week.  I am not holding back.  This is probably in the top five of Worst Songs I Own.  And I own 33GB of music.  And that’s not counting the 150 CDs I haven’t loaded onto my computer yet.

I can’t even remember where or how I heard this song.  And I really don’t remember what it was about my life at the time that compelled me to hear it favorably.  The lyrics are terrible, the melody is prosaic, and the sentiment is nice but also totally mindless.  It’s like the musical version of McDonald’s – it’s technically food, but it’s so mass-produced it’s impossible to trace a single element back to an authentic source.  Lab meat, meet lab music.

Well there you go, Tune-Up fans.  I hope you enjoyed this walk of shame.  Please comment and share your more deeply loved and most shameful tunes you still put on the hi-fi now and again when no one’s around.  I promise I won’t tell.

Sacred Sunday: “Gloria,” from Leonard Bernstein’s Mass

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dC3kiya2GaM

 

This is such a bonkers piece in a way and I just love it.  It’s so very Broadway, with some serious “West Side Story” throwbacks from around 1:55 to 2:15; it’s got a very Latin vibe to it; and its various rhythms give it a colorful brightness that other stolid versions just don’t have.  It’s a good piece for today – Pentecost Sunday, the day that (according to the Bible) Jesus’s disciples received the Holy Spirit through wind and fire and baptized thousands of people.  In effect, it’s the day the Christian church was born.

Sacred Sunday: “Jesus Gonna Be Here,” The Blind Boys of Alabama

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Here is a real American spiritual for the weekend – calm, confident, and full of swagger. Good for a long walk in the sun, an afternoon in a hammock, and an evening sitting on the front porch. Nothing ground the spirit like the blues. “I’m gonna leave this place better than the way I found it was.” Amen, brother.

Sacred Sunday: “Eternal Father, Strong to Save

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Memorial Day was created three years after the end of the Civil War. Originally called “Decoration Day,” late May was chosen for its observation because it was thought that the flowers to be places by the graves of the fallen would be in bloom at that time around the country.

Patriotism and nationalism are easy to confuse and have gotten completely mixed up in recent years. To the extent you can, put politics aside this Memorial Day and honor the ideas of service and sacrifice embodied by the men and women of our armed services. Think about those serving abroad. Think about their families. Offer up a prayer for those in peril on the sea, and around the world.

Sacred Sunday: “Om Namah Shivay Dhun,” Jagit Singh

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This is one of the most popular mantras in Hinduism, and the most important in Shaivism, the sect of Hinduism that reveres the god Shiva.

Shaiva temple in Sibsagar, Assam, India.

Shaiva temple in Sibsagar, Assam, India.

These words are known in Shaivism as the panychAkshara mantra, or the Holy Five Syllables.   Its loose translation is, “Adoration to Shiva,” but its essence is much more closely associated with the sublimation of the ego along with complete devotion.  The mantra has been set to countless melodies but this is one of my favorites.

Today is the Sunday in church we read the gospel lesson in which Jesus tells his followers, “I am the Way, the Truth, and the Life.”  As Bishop Mariann Budde, the head of the Diocese of Washington, preached this morning, it’s a deceptively difficult statement to wrestle with because it seems to imply exclusion – i.e., the only way towards the divine is through Jesus, and therefore through the Christian faith.  Bishop Budde said that, to her, this is much more of a statement of love between Jesus and his disciples than it is a commandment that those who are not followers are condemned.  The Holy Five Syllables is another such love song.  What a wonderful thing that humans evolved so many ways of approaching the divine, and that each of them begins with love.

Sacred Sunday: “Give Good Gifts,” Anon.

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http://youtu.be/nkNu0oM1HZY

Among the many lessons my mother taught me, “don’t be mean, don’t be stupid” (I’m paraphrasing) ranks pretty highly. Equal with this was the other lesson that life is hard for everyone for some reason. Everyone you meet has a story and is probably having a hard time in some aspect of their lives, do why not be kind? (She also taught me about beat poetry, sterling silver hallmarks, the stock market, and how to use a power drill, but those are less germane to this Shaker hymn.) These were two wonderfully important lessons for any kid to learn and this Mother’s Day I’m reminded, as I usually am, that all checks and money orders should be sent to her, not me, if you find me to be an agreeable person.

Sacred Sunday: “Beata Viscera,” Pérotin

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http://youtu.be/aB4Pmm4avSU

This gorgeous piece of music was written in Paris in the early 13th century, during the time of Notre Dame’s construction, by a man named Pérotin. My favorite version of this piece is sung as a solo by a countertenor in the Hilliard Ensemble, but this version done by Le Concert Spirituel, I enjoy enormously. I love how the entire choir is singing and I love how the volume builds. The thing I love the most is the sense of mystery, which is what I find the most comforting about religion. Life is confusing, so it calms me down to know that the origins of life (from a spiritual perspective) are confusing, too.

Beata viscera
Marie virginis
cuius ad ubera
rex magni nominis;
veste sub altera
vim celans numinis
dictavit federa
Dei et hominis

O mira novitas
et novum gaudium,
matris integrita
post puerperium.

Blessed flesh
of the Virgin Mary,
at whose breasts
the king of eminent name,
concealing, under altered guise,
the force of divine nature,
has sealed a pact
of God and Man

O astonishing novelty
and unaccustomed joy
of a mother still pure
after childbirth.

Populus gentium
sedens in tenebris
surgit ad gaudium
partus tam celebris:
Iudea tedium
fovet in latebris,
cor gerens conscium
delicet funebris,

O mira novitas
et novum gaudium,
matris integrita
post puerperium.

The people of the nations
huddling in the darkness
rise up at the joy
of so celebrated a birth.
Judea nourishes its resentment
in the shadows,
its heart bearing the knowledge
of the fatal crime.

O astonishing novelty
and unaccustomed joy
of a mother still pure
after childbirth.

Fermenti pessimi
qui fecam hauserant,
ad panis azimi
promisa properant:
sunt Deo proximi
qui longe steterant,
et hi njovissimi
qui primi fuerant.

O mira novitas
et novum gaudium,
matris integrita
post puerperium.

Those who drunk the dregs
of the most villanous ferment
hasten at the promises
of unleavened bread;
they are the ones
who had long stood close to God
and these the newest
who were first.

O astonishing novelty
and unaccustomed joy
of a mother still pure
after childbirth.

Partum quem destruis,
Iudea misera!
De quo nos argues,
quem docet littera;
si nova respuis,
crede vel vetera,
in hoc quem astruis
Christum considera.

O mira novitas
et novum gaudium,
matris integrita
post puerperium.

The birth which you destroy
O wretched Judea!
of him whom you denounce to us
because he teaches the law;
if you refuse the new law
then believe the old law,
in this One, whom you accuse,
behold the Christ.

O astonishing novelty
and unaccustomed joy
of a mother still pure
after childbirth.

Te semper implicas
errore patrio;
dum viam indicas
errans in invio:
in his que predicas,
sternis in medio
bases propheticas
sub evangelio.

O mira novitas
et novum gaudium,
matris integrita
post puerperium.

You entangle yourself always
in the ancestral error;
as you point the way
wandering aimlessly:
among those things which you preach
you strew into the midst
the prophetic foundations,
below the gospel.

O astonishing novelty
and unaccustomed joy
of a mother still pure
after childbirth.

Legis mosayce
clausa misteria;
nux virge mystice
nature nescia;
aqua de silice,
columpna previa,
prolis dominice
signa sunt propera.

O mira novitas
et novum gaudium,
matris integrita
post puerperium.

The mysteries of the Mosaic Law
have been closed;
the fruit of the mystical rod
is unknown to nature;
water from a stone,
a column leading the way,
are early signs
for the people of God
.
O astonishing novelty
and unaccustomed joy
of a mother still pure
after childbirth.

Solem, quem librere,
Dum purus otitur
In aura cernere
visus non patitur,
cernat a latere
dum repercutitur,
alvus puerpere,
qua totus clauditur.

O mira novitas
et novum gaudium,
matris integrita
post puerperium.

Sacred Sunday: “Surrexit Christus Hodie,” Samuel Scheidt, John Arnold

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Surrexit Christus Hodie!  It’s Easter!  Hooray!  I apologize for being so late posting today’s Tune-Up, faithful readers; I’ve been singing Easter service and doing post Easter service activities.

Easter is, obviously, all about the resurrection of Jesus.  This being a joyous occasion, Easter music is just about the best of all liturgical music in the calendar, and all hinges on the central theme of rebirth.  We sang a few versions of this today.  First, my choir sang this glorious anthem by early 17th century German composer Samuel Scheidt. I would be lying if I said I hadn’t been looking forward to it all year.  The version we sang was much longer than this (there are a total of six verses) but the tempo and tone are very similar.

Surrexit Christus hodie

Humano pro solamine

Mortem qui passus pridie

Miserrimo pro homine.

Laudetur sancta trinitas,

Deo dicamus gratias.

The words are from a 14th century Bohemian carol.  What do these latin lyrics mean?  This piece grew up to be that gem in the Easter crown, “Jesus Christ Is Risen Today,” whose tune was written by John Arnold about a hundred years later in 1749.

 

Whatever religious tradition you follow, wherever in the world you are, I hope you have a joyous day today.

Sacred Sunday: “Agnus Dei,” William Byrd

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We sang this anthem in church today, so it’s fresh on my mind – and means we are back to regularly scheduled program of Renaissance polyphony. (I promise to change it up soon, Tuners.)

Beyond this being one of the three anthems I sang at Palm Sunday service today and therefore stuck in my craw, this is a magnificent example of Byrd’s use of harmony. Each individual line is gorgeous on its own: as in Bach’s music, each line goes on its own exploration, interacting with the others but not necessarily serving the melody alone. My favorite part begins at 2:15 at the “Dona nobis pacem.” You can hear the plea echoed within each line in a different way. It wraps you up in the community of all those who came before you asking for the same thing – Lord, give us peace. And because there is such a community of prayers, it gives one the feeling that there’s a chance that the prayer will be granted. That’s a pretty nice feeling.

The choir of Christ Church, Oxford, sings this recording.