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Tuesday, December 10, 2013

Sounds of the Season

Some of you, and you know who you are, have already been listening to Christmas music since
November 1. Some, since October 1. Don’t lie. Those radio stations out there which have been playing Christmas music for over two months already have some kind of clientele, and I have deep suspicions that certain ones of you are being pandered to by these Yule-pimps of the airwaves. OK, that’s fine. To each his or her own.

Being in the church music “biz,” I’m not unfamiliar with starting to rehearse music for Christmas in September, and, may I add, always wishing that, getting to this date two weeks before Christmas and wishing I had started in July. But dang it, it’s hard having a barbecue, then going to rehearsal and singing “Gesu Bambino.” There’s an emotional dissonance there. We've had to record an entire Christmas album in summertime, as happened fifteen years ago when Terry recorded On Christmas Day in the Morning.

But the sheer ubiquity of Christmas music now, some of it so hopelessly banal and calculated and cynical (we sing it, you buy it), just makes me cringe ("A Mary Christmas"… Really, Ms. Blige?). As it gets closer to Gaudete Sunday (3rd Sunday of Advent), we start to get the house ready for Christmas and like to put on the iTunes Christmas tracks, which contains only our favorite Christmas music. We disagree on what is the best of the best, but pretty much we like what’s on the playlist of over 300 songs. For instance, if the Doors had a Christmas album, I'd be listening to it, and Terry would throw Christmas ornaments at me, then the tree. Luckily, this is not going to happen.

So that got me to thinking, what are your favorite Christmas songs, and what are your favorite recordings of songs, and what are your favorite out-and-out Christmas albums? Feel free to leave your faves here in the comments area - I haven’t bought any new Christmas CDs this year, and maybe you’ll give me some ideas.

Favorite Christmas songs:
  1. My choir singing “Cantique de Noël” in French at midnight mass. The French version has the word “Noël” at those dramatic points in the refrain where the English text has “O night divine,” and it fits the music perfectly. My choir are such good sports, and have also endured phonetic rote singing of German and Tagalog (so far) just to make Christmas a little more homey for native speakers in the choir and out of it. We were working on the Huron carol in Wyandot, but I decided the arrangement I had in mind wasn't worthy of their efforts. Next year.
  2. I’m a sucker for the Alfred Burt carols, including “Caroling, Caroling” and “Some Children See Him.” These carols were originally unique Christmas cards sent yearly by the Burt family, with texts by his father, Bates, and family friend Wihla Hutson, and music by Alfred, a jazz musician. Burt died in 1954 at the age of 34, having written one of these songs a year for about 15 years. The last one, “The Star Carol,” was written just 24 hours before he died of a heart attack. We used to sing “We’ll Dress the House” with our children’s choir every year  for the Christmas treelighting concert.
  3. “It Came Upon the Midnight Clear” — sometimes we think we invented Christmas as a justice feast, but out of Unitarian pastor Edmund Sears of Boston in the midst of the Industrial Revolution comes this amazing text that with timeless freshness proclaims the evangel of Christmas to those “beneath life’s crushing load” in this “weary world.” Most of us have never even heard the third stanza of this carol. How about this?
Yet with the woes of sin and strife

The world has suffered long;

Beneath the angel-strain have rolled

Two thousand years of wrong;

And man, at war with man, hears not

The love-song which they bring;

O hush the noise, ye men of strife,

And hear the angels sing.

I also love the original text of “What Child Is This,” sung to the melody of “Greensleeves.” Unfortunately, the carol has been severely bowdlerized in modern hymnals. Written in the mid-19th century by William Chatterton Dix (“As With Gladness Men of Old”), this text sparkles with juxtapositions of ironies that speak to the wonder of the event celebrated in the season: “the Virgin sings her lullaby”; “in mean estate/Where ox and ass are feeding...the silent Word is pleading”; and the most jarring of all,
Nails, spears shall pierce him through

The cross be borne for me, for you.

Joy, joy for Christ is born,

The babe the son of Mary.

Favorite recorded versions:
Favorite Christmas albums:
In the “Where the H*** Did That Come From” Department:
  • Bing Crosby/David Bowie “Little Drummer Boy” duet (WTF???)
In the “If I Never Hear That Again It’ll Be Too Soon” Department:
  • “Christmas Don’t Be Late,” Alvin and the Chipmunks

  • “Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer”

  • Those stupid dogs barking “Jingle Bells”

  • The sheer bombast of Glenn Close’s (!) rendition of “O Come All Ye Faithful” on some compilation I have from Hallmark or something

  • The Paul McCartney ditty-that-must-not-be-named
Hey, leave me your faves, in any or all of the above departments. Enjoy these last couple of weeks before Christmas.


Monday, December 9, 2013

Advent reading - homework for the snowbound

I was looking through some old files this morning, and wanted to share with you two articles that are still online after six years, one in the Chicago Tribune and one from Newsweek. I would just reprint them here, but God knows what kind of trouble I could get into because of that! Then there's a piece by Dom Crossan you will also admire, or at least, I hope you will. Each is linked by the first words of each paragraph.

The first is by Anna Quindlen, the Pulitzered essayist for the New York Times, who wrote a piece on politics and hunger that is so prophetically biblical that one is tempted to think of her as Joan the Baptist, even though she's an ex-Catholic. Titled "America the Hungry," it appeared in the pre-Thanksgiving issue of Newsweek in 2007, just in time for the holidays, and as the election rhetoric was about to heat up, replete with its accusations and counteraccusations about whose side God is on and just how dead we should make the evildoers. Anna would have none of that. With laser-like insight, she hits the heart of the matter, and by her last paragraph you will share her clarity, and gasp with her last-sentence prayer.

The second is by Garrison Keillor, almost everybody's favorite storyteller. In this essay that appeared in the Chicago Tribune in 2007, he narrates his experience as a catechist for a teen group one day in New York City, and his narrative powers are put to the service of his theological insight as he listens to the teenagers share their doubts and fears. As always, really good mind material with a payoff to the heart.

The third is by John Dominic Crossan on BeliefNet, a wonderful summary of and appetizer for his little book The First Christmas, in an article entitled "Matthew's Christmas Message." A renowned biblical scholar and, lately, a popularizer of the fruits of his labors in literary, cultural, and historical criticism, Crossan looks at the introductions to the four gospels, focusing on the infancy narratives of Luke and Matthew, and helps us see them as "overtures" to the theological outlook and kerygma (proclamation of faith) that each gospel lays out. This is a fascinating adventure, and this three-page article is a great introduction to his style and provocative insight that will leave you wanting more.

So, three articles is enough reading for a day or two. I'll shut up so you can get busy. Thank me later!

Sunday, December 8, 2013

St. Spooner's Day

With the previous incumbent in the White House, sloppy speech became a national trend. Entire books are devoted to Dubya’s verbal faux pas, as was an almost-nightly segment on The Late Show with David Letterman called, “Great Moments in Presidential Speeches.” But this bit of fluff isn’t about Dubya, it’s just about a couple of  slips of the tongue, malapropisms and spoonerisms at Mass, and in one particular that is forever part of today’s gospel for me. This is the day Bill Fraher has made, let us laugh and rejoice in it.

I've heard a number of eye-raising malapropisms and spoonerisms at Mass of late. The best to me, because of the truth embodied in it, was when one of the priests, reading Eucharistic Prayer for Reconciliation 2, said that Jesus “is the word you stretch out to sinners,” having just told us he was the “hand that brings salvation” as well. Yes, I thought, in this church at least, Jesus truly is the word stretched out to sinners. Most priests won't use a word when a paragraph will do.

There is the usual list of massacred names of the sick and dead, as if the relatives didn’t have enough to be worried about, but honestly, as bad as it is to have that happen, my sympathy level is low because of this Catholic rage of everyone having their name announced at every turn: who is the mass being said for, who the priest and deacon are, who’s bringing up the gifts, who’s sick, who’s dead, who are their relatives. Cripes. It’s not a liturgy, it’s a Welcome Wagon. I don’t know how all that got started, but someone really ought to turn it off. Everyone matters to God, whether we know their name or not. This litany of helpful people is not helping. Then at the end of Mass Father often has to thank everyone by name who did anything more than tie his shoes properly, and a new litany starts. We need a homily on Luke 17:10 maybe, “when you have done all you have been told to do, say, We are useless servants: we have done no more than our duty.” Instead, we want a plaque in the vestibule for putting the altar cloth on.

Where this meandering journal is really going, though, is to that delicious gospel phrase from today, "brood of vipers," John the Baptizer’s epithet for the temple elite who had come out into the desert to check up on him. I’m pretty sure that, having lived in a camel-hair shirt and eaten grasshoppers for a few years, JBap knew snakes when he saw one. But the very phrase makes me leave Galilee and take a trip with friends of mine back to DeAndreis Seminary in Lemont, Illinois, thirty-five years ago, to this very Sunday in 1978. It was the day Bill Fraher was deacon for mass, and reading this gospel, lost it, and became a part of Vincentian legend.

Here’s how the story goes, and believe me, it is legend among his contemporaries in Congregation of the Mission, the community that runs DePaul University and a number of parishes around the country.

Bill is currently the director of concert choirs at Old St. Patrick’s Church in downtown Chicago and a former Vincentian. He and I weren’t classmates in the seminary, but we’re the same age. He was a year behind me, but actually went through and finished the seminary, was ordained a priest, worked for a while in the parish in Perryville Mo., then went out to the Bay area to study preaching at GTU in Berkeley with the likes of Walter Burghardt, S.J. After discerning priesthood wasn’t going to be his future, he took the job as music director at Old St. Patrick’s around 1990. He built an energetic, enviable, enthusiastic music program there, and those are just the adjectives that start with "e". Recently he has taken a step back to oversee the concert program and handle the choirs' major shows and fundraisers, while the wonderful Dominic Trumfio has taken over the day-to-day, Sunday-by-Sunday music direction of the music program.

Anyway, Bill was reading this gospel as a deacon, understandably nervous, because it would be his task to preach in front of his peers publicly at Mass - you didn’t get to do this too many times before ordination. And as he read the gospel, he got to the passage where JBap confronts the scribes and pharisees, and with Fraher-like unforgettability, bellowed the epithet heard ‘round the Vincentian world:
YOU BRIDE OF VOOPERS! 
Bill can’t keep a straight face about anything, and started laughing, and then everyone started laughing, and I don’t think he was ever able to restore any gravitas and give the homily. No one who was there will ever forget the day or fail to tell the story when the opportunity arises. To this day, whenever I have to a meeting with a bride, she may be a saint, but she is a “bride of voopers.” Bill’s entire career at GTU in Berkeley was probably an attempt to redeem that one moment of diaconal glossolalia. At St. Anne’s, it probably wouldn’t even have been noticed, tossed by a “wandering Armenian” into a “smoking brassiere,” if I understood the gospel reader, of “unquestionable fire.”

Friday, December 6, 2013

Advent 102: Preparing

One of the common themes of Catholic preaching and online Catholic kvetching this time of year is the rush to Christmas, the replacement of reflective Advent waiting and patience. We like to call each other on the carpet for putting up Christmas lights too early, going shopping on Black Friday, listening to Christmas music in November. Don't lie! I do it too! I used to be worse, I confess, and could kvetch with the best of them about having parish Christmas parties in Advent, or concerts that included Christmas music. I still resist all that, but I have a different compass nowadays, and think it all through using different parameters. Some of it is just a matter of taste, you know, like how much is too much. But I think if we think through the proclamation and symbols of Advent, we might at least take a more sympathetic and compassionate stance toward the revelry of the season.

So what does it mean to prepare for Christmas? In the scriptures for the 2nd Sunday of Advent in the RCL, the phrase "prepare the way of the Lord" appears in the gospel, where Matthew uses Isaiah to allude to the appearance of John the Baptizer in the Judean wilderness. It's clear from the outset that Matthew is playing fast and loose with Isaiah, whom he adapts in a way that would not be approved by Vox Clara, or any of the other Catholic minions enforcing Liturgiam Authenticam. Isaiah says:
A voice proclaims:
In the wilderness prepare the way of the LORD!
Make straight in the wasteland a highway for our God! (Is. 40:3, RNAB)
Matthew says:
It was of him (John) that the prophet Isaiah had spoken when he said:
A voice of one crying out in the desert,
Prepare the way of the Lord,
make straight his paths. (Mt. 3:3, RNAB)
In Isaiah, see, God is leading people out of exile, and taking the shortest way home. Mountains and valleys are in the way. The herald announces that the procession is coming, and the wilderness, which never disobeyed God in the first place, is told to reshape itself for the procession as any good subjects of a king would when the king was passing through town. Clean up the place, fix the potholes, smooth out the bumps. But it's God who is doing the work here: God created the emancipation, God leads the procession through the desert, and God will lower the mountains and raise the valleys on behalf of the people.

But Matthew, using the passage to talk about John, sees it differently. In Matthew, the voice is in the wilderness (like John's), rather than the wilderness being the site of the divine preparation. Matthew's command to prepare is not explicitly to the mountains and valleys to get the way prepared, it's John's command to his listeners, that the Lord's way should be prepared. But what way?

For Isaiah, "prepare in the desert" meant getting out of God's way as God was doing saving, life-giving work of resettling people in freedom, leveling mountains, raising valleys, making the rough places into plains. The sense of Isaiah 40:3 is that God is coming, God will do the leveling of hills and valleys to make the route out of exile smooth for Israel. Matthew, with pre-Pelagian ardor, suggests that John the Baptizer wants the highways smoothed by the repenters, by the works they do (which are spelled out in Luke's account, while Matthew uses apocalyptic language, a great "clean-up" in God's barn, and there's going to be fire involved.) And remember that Jesus is an adult, and appears on John's riparian doorstep to be baptized. These are not pre-Bethlehem events. Jesus is already in the crowd, and listening to John's philippic.

Preparing, according to John, is repentance. Why? Because the empire of God is "at hand." It is nearby, "close as tomorrow," it is, in fact, already here, and the ground we're standing on is about to give way for the divine bulldozers. But those bulldozers are working on our behalf. They're making a smooth path for the march to freedom, equality, debt relief, and just, lasting peace. John is talking, as Jesus will do after John's arrest, to citizens of the Roman empire whose access to divine favor is doled out by the collaborating temple powers, the scribes and pharisees. He doesn't want them to think about or reflect on or pray about what's coming. He wants them to get out of the way.
When (John) saw many of the Pharisees and Sadducees coming to his baptism,
he said to them,
“You brood of vipers! Who warned you to flee from the coming wrath?
Produce good fruit as evidence of your repentance. (Mt. 3:7-8) (RNAB)
Other Advent scriptural images of waiting in the coming weeks are that of a farmer waiting for the seed to germinate and grow, and of the pregnant Mary waiting for the birth of a child. Farmers and mothers both know that that kind of waiting is not inactive, most of the time. Farming and mothering, even before birth, are active states. Exhausting, in fact. There's a lot going on. John's exhortation to "repent" is not a call to reflect. He's saying, in so many words, "How is the Roman empire working out for you? Experienced the freedom of God in that temple economy and worship lately? Maybe it's time to turn the other way."

Not so much about preparing for a feast, but preparing for a new world. How do we prepare for a new world? We do things differently. We need to ask the same question in our churches: how is black Friday working out for you? How was shopping on Thanksgiving? How is business as usual in your parish working for you? Experience lately the "freedom of God's children" you were promised in your baptism? Well, God damn it! Turn the other way. How's that for Advent urgency?

I started out by mentioning the way we sometimes seem to be worried about engaging with the trappings of Christmas and its commerce too early, as though Advent, by preparing for Christmas, was really about preparing for a day. But it never was that. Preparing for Christmas is about preparing for the empire of God. It's about turning around, changing behaviors, looking for the gleam of freedom in the lengthening darkness. It is about traveling together out of the bondage into which we've allowed ourselves and others to be submitted by money, power, status, nation, race, and creed. It's about remembering which God it is whom we are vowed to serve, and remembering the gospel way we're called to serve that God in peace, compassion, and service.

So I'm thinking, maybe light in the darkness helps. The frigid, darkened streets where I live actually lift my heart when I need to drive to or from the parish these nights. There are my comrades there, and their lights make the darkness into a sacrament of divine presence. Music about a newborn baby who is a threat to kings helps me remember who I am, too. But to my way of thinking, the thing that I mustn't overlook is that the darkness, both inside and outside of the palaces and temples, is real. Christmas isn't pretending, it's a choice. Just like the baptismal promises, just like Easter. There's no way to the light except through the darkness. No way to Nazareth except through Egypt. No way to Easter that doesn't pass through Calvary. But the feasts are there to remind us that the light is in the darkness, not after it. Life springs right in the midst of the experience of death, not after it. And the path God is clearing, well, it has already been cleared. It's a different empire, a different emperor. It's right here. But we have to turn around to see it.

We need the preparation time to remember all that. We can get distracted by shopping, Santa, carols, creches, bonnets, bunnies, and Easter egg hunts on Palm Sunday. We need the time to think about where we are (a world of darkness) and what we're getting into (a confrontation with people who want it that way). Advent isn't for brooding over the power of evil, but it is for a realistic assessment of the mess we've made here, the people we've entrapped in poverty and despair, the lies we tell ourselves by overconsumption. I mean, how did spending all that money last year at Christmas work out for you? Are we any better off now than then? But preparing for Christmas by putting up lights and listening to songs about a peasant child who was a threat to the kingdoms of earth might just be a sacramental touchpoint, a place from which we can turn toward that other empire in this world that Jesus saw, that empowered his ministry, and which he left us to fully realize.

Today is the feast of St. Nicholas of Myra, who through the transmogrifications of history and geography and latitude became the Santa Claus who often enough is trying to lead us into malls and boutiques instead of into the empire of service, self-emptying love, and justice. It's good to remember that Santa Claus got to be "Santa" (a saint) by grace-enabled works of faith and charity, and that before the red suit, reindeer, and GPS-enable sleigh there was a man who got up every day and burned himself out on behalf of people in need, gave real food and real money to real people who didn't have enough. We need that Santa back, the Santa who "produced good fruits" as evidence of his commitment to the empire of God. Maybe with silver bells ringing in our winter wonderlands, we can start seeing the real Santa Claus in all those living statues on street corners and shopping malls.

We are preparing for the cross. We are preparing for a God who doesn't deem godliness a trait worth grasping, for an empire where "whoever wishes to be greatest must serve the rest." We're preparing good news for the poor, freedom, hope, and peace. If lights, music, and celebrations help move us in that direction, they're the work of Advent. But the word repent won't go away, it's at the head of the Advent proclamation. God thinks there's something broken here, and comes among us to show us how to fix it. In order to do that, we have to change direction. The resistance will be mighty. Let us engage the story: light in the darkness, a vulnerable child who is king, and songs of God's gospel that proclaim the strange truth that the glory of this God is nothing more or less than peace on earth among the people whom he adores.

Thursday, December 5, 2013

Guest response to "Monetizing Religious Music", by David Ash

A couple of weeks ago I posted about "Monetizing Religious Music", a subject which interests a handful of people in the country, mostly my friends and colleagues who are composers or publishers of liturgical music. Our ministry and vocation is interwoven, like the publication of other necessary components of liturgy (scriptural translations and mass translations among them) in the legal and financial machinations of industry, and is swept along as well by changes in the recording and media distribution industries. Right now, for those of us who just write songs, it's a quagmire.

My colleague and jolly-good-fellow from the Seattle area, David Ash, (link to his amazon.com author page) wrote a response to my piece, and I include it here unedited because it is full of insight, wit, and passion. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did. I use it here with permission from the author. Be sure, if you haven't seen them, to check his Amazon page for his wonderful books of haiku for Catholics, coffee lovers, cat lovers, and other unsuspecting groups. The song he refers to in his essay is "Go Out and Tell the Good News," a little calypso-flavored setting of Psalm 117. You can hear an excerpt at OCP by clicking on the link.

Here is David's wonderful piece:
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Response to "Monetizing Religious Music", by David Ash


Raphael (Tomas Milian): For what is an artist in this world but a servant, a lackey for the rich and powerful? Before we even begin to work, to feed this craving of ours, we must find a patron, a rich man of affairs, or a merchant, or a prince or... a Pope. We must bow, fawn, kiss hands to be able to do the things we must do or die.  [chuckles]  We are harlots always peddling beauty at the doorsteps of the mighty.
 Michelangelo (Charlton Heston): If it comes to that, I won't be an artist.
 Raphael: [scoffs] You'll always be an artist. You have no choice.
—The Agony and the Ecstasy (1965)

So should I, as a songwriting whore, work for pimp or pope?  And, dare I ask, what’s the difference?  I got our quarterly OCP royalty statement shortly before reading your blog on monetizing religious music and it got me thinking.  I doubt that I’ll have a clear-cut answer, but at least I’ll raise some more issues.

The system works against us
            Nearly the same basic royalty structure exists for secular songs as for sacred: ten percent of
David Ash
the retail price goes into a pool which is shared equally among the number of copyrighted items and split evenly between text and tune.  It seems fair.  But there are extenuating circumstances and exceptions for liturgical composers.
            When you write both lyrics and melody for a song on a twelve-tune CD selling for $12, you get ten cents per album at full retail ($12 ÷ 12 songs x 10% = $0.10).  But write both lyrics and melody for a song in a 900-song hymnal selling for $15 and you get one sixth of a penny per copy ($0.0017).  Laura and I have a psalm and a canticle in Glory and Praise, Second Edition.  OCP has now sold more than 250,000 copies, a substantial number for a hymnal.  Over the last 15 years, our total royalties per song are less than $400 per song.  If you add in Journeysongs, Second Edition, it becomes around $500 each.  Compare that to the paltry 4,386 copies of the octavo version of one of those songs which have now earned us over $850 lifetime.  No wonder Taylor Swift makes more than we do for songwriting.
            The royalty rate is lower for hymnals that have Lectionary readings.  NAB/RNAB translations are copyright material too, so the pool has to be split even further.  And if the publisher likes your text but not your tune, or you set the text to something in the public domain and the publisher doesn’t use your arrangement, you lose half your income stream from the start.
            Further, OCP sells millions of missals each year and their prices will probably increase over time.  But the publishing contract sets a fixed royalty per year if your song is included in the missals.  It was $50/song/year 15 years ago.  I don’t know what it is now, but even if it has tripled to $150 for recent works, this is far less than a 10% royalty pool, especially with the grandfathering.
            And the hymnal/missal system further penalizes established composers like you over one-hit wonders like me as popularity and greater use is not rewarded.  If an assembly sings your “Canticle of the Turning” four times per year and our “Daniel 3: Glory and Praise For Ever” once every three years, we each get paid the same on a per song basis.  (Granted, license royalties are starting to compensate for that.)
            Lastly, while sacred and secular markets share print and mechanical royalties, the biggest discrepancy with the secular market is the total lack of performance and broadcast rights.   Christian radio stations don’t play Catholic music.  Catholic radio stations won’t be paying us royalties when our music isn’t ASCAP/BMI registered.  And if a rock band covers someone else’s song in a for-profit concert, they have to pay for the rights.  If a cathedral uses our song at Mass, we get nothing.  Once the hymnal or sheet music is purchased, the income stops.
            Fred Moleck, a senior editor at GIA, was one of my professors at Santa Clara.  I asked him back in the 1990s how many liturgical composers were making more than $30,000 per year (a living wage then equal to $50,000 now) in royalties from all publishers in all formats.  Without hesitating, he said none.  Even if you have a hundred songs in a hymnal and millions of Catholics sing one of your songs on any given Sunday, your decades of experience cannot earn you a full-time wage as a professional liturgical composer.  As Fred told me, don’t give up your day job. 

It’s not just the system: it’s the market
            As you alluded in your blog article, Catholics generally don’t listen to liturgical music outside of liturgy.  But it goes further than lamenting why 60 million potential customers in the U.S. don’t buy our albums.  Are the music directors of 20,000 parishes looking for new songs as much as they used to?  Do the pastors hiring music directors view hiring a composer as a plus?  Can composers test out new compositions in liturgy at their own churches without a backlash?  My experience says the answer is increasingly no.  Familiarity has become the new watchword.
            The cost to the composer to reach the dwindling market is also increasing.  Having gone the self-publishing route from the beginning, our experience has been that you don’t sell an octavo unless you first sold an album, and you don’t sell an album until they’ve heard the song at a workshop or concert.  That means you have to pay your way to NPM, buy a booth, and do the dog-and-pony show on your own against bigger competition.  We’ve given up on that.  But even if you’re with GIA and it has paid for the booths, you still have to be there to promote your songs, and at least some of that cost will be born by you.
            I used to think that, at worst, composing music and self-producing albums was the loss leader for the bigger “prize:” job security as a music director.  Conversations with fellow Composers Forum members and two years of fruitless interviews after my last Catholic directing job ended in 2006 suggest otherwise (I’m about to become the new music director at Grace Lutheran in Bellevue, WA).  A precious few have managed to translate their fame or skill as composers into a main or side income by leading workshops.  But as for Fred Moleck’s “day job” comment, Masters degrees and published works don’t necessarily translate into more hours or finding new work faster.  We’re not that different from music directors who don’t compose: when the new pastor arrives, all bets are off.  So what is the return on investment?

The biggest customer is also the competition
            One thing that composers learned from the implementation of the 2011 translation of Roman Missal, Third Edition is that music is not merely the servant of the liturgy.  Rather, music is liturgy’s bitch.
            Imagine if Bernie Taupin could call up Sir Elton John and say, “You know all those lyrics I’ve written for you over the last forty years?  Well, I’ve changed them.  No, not the revisions we’ve been talking about for a decade, different ones.  You won’t be able to use the old stuff anymore.  I’ll give you a year to make changes.  If you want to tinker with the old melodies to fit new rhythms, fine.  If you want to invent new melodies all together, that’s your call.  But I’ve ordered your publishers and record labels not to sell anything that doesn’t have my new lyrics.  Good luck.”
It couldn’t happen, of course, and even if Bernie thought he had that kind of power and tried it, I’d like to think Sir Elton would tell him to sod off.  But that’s what happened to composers of Mass settings, acclamations, psalms, and canticles used in their proper liturgical place.  Consubstantial changes meant a half-century of repertoire had to be revised or thrown out.  The Church, de facto and de jure, is both the 800-lb. customer demanding the new product and the lyricist entitled to half the royalties.  Nice work if you can get it.
This new demand is a two-edged sword.  On the one hand, if half the parishes in the U.S. think they can’t live without Marty Haugen’s Mass of Creation even if it has changed and are willing to pay for lots of booklets for the choir, Marty may milk even more revenue from an old product without (maybe) that much additional work (I have no idea how much time Marty spent revising).  Eventual purchases of new hymnals containing new settings will eke out a bit more.  However, settings by lesser-known composers that are less than a decade old will more probably get tossed aside.  Conscientious composers who tried to prepare for earlier ICEL revisions they thought would be used had to start all over again or gave up.
While it may not happen often in our composing lifetimes, this was a reminder that liturgical royalties are not forever.  The Church could do this again any time for anything.  Imagine Pope Frances overriding the current translation in favor of the ICEL (we start all over again) or reinstating permission for the old version to be used (a lá the Tridentine Mass).  Imagine approved translations of old Latin hymns.  Imagine approved hymnals.  The gorilla could stir again, and we will have to make our tunes dance to its text, if we’re lucky.

It’s our own fault
            The reason none of us is looking to retire off royalties from church music is because it isn’t possible now.  But every time we begin a sentence with “We’re not in it for the money, we’re in it because…” we push back that day.  People in power have already put a period after the word money and have stopped listening.  Pastors are hiring fewer full-time or benefitted music directors and more liturgy directors for their parishes.  Years of musical training are now worth less to the Church than the “need” for glorified party planners.  I don’t see the trend stopping anytime soon.  It won’t happen until enough composers and music directors say, “I have no doubt you’ll find someone to fill the position at that salary, Father.  It just won’t be me.”  Or until, like secular schoolteachers who aren’t in it for the money either, we unionize.
            Our son is a senior at NYU.  His major is music composition.  He wants to be a film score composer.  In spite of his growing up playing violin in our choirs and seeing that his parents have made a decent living combining musical and non-musical jobs, I wouldn’t urge him to consider a career in church music.  In a world where Catholics are more willing to pay (indirectly, of course) for the commercial jingles they hear during Sunday football games than for the hymns they hear (and maybe sing) during Sunday Mass, my advice to him is, “Forget the Pope, find a pimp.”  Hollywood is more likely to value him than Holyrood.
            “Raphael” is partly correct.  We may have no choice but to be artists.  We do, however, have a choice over for what and for whom.  Laura and I recently wrote the music for a musical.  We were basically commissioned, and we earned more than twice our total royalties for the last 20 years.  So I’ll close with a joke I heard back in the 1970s, when the dollar was worth a lot more:

            Q:  What denominations do church musicians prefer to work for?
            A:  Fifties and hundreds. 

Wednesday, December 4, 2013

Advent 2A - Justice and fullness of peace

Edward Hicks' "The Peaceable Kingdom"
Here’s the music we’re singing at St. Anne this weekend:

Gathering: On Jordan’s Bank (Gather 321)
Psalm 72: Justice Shall Flourish (Cooney, OCP)
Alleluia: Word of Truth and Life (159)
Preparation Rite: Come, O Lord (Dameans)
Communion: The Wilderness Awaits You
Closing: Walk in the Reign (Songstories link)

The overriding voice today in the Scriptures is that of John the Baptizer, as he announces, with a cry that will be taken up later by his kinsman Jesus of Nazareth, “Repent, for the kingdom of heaven is at hand.” As I’ve written recently in other blog entries, I find the translation troublesome because language can defeat meaning as well as communicate it, and “heaven” in this sentence, as it accurately describes the domain of God, has connotations of distance and transcendence that are not better than secondary to John’s apparent meaning. John is not concerned about the future or the invisible world—his concern is the here and now, which is why he prefaces his announcement with the word “repent,” a call to turn around and do something else. I’d prefer a translation that gets at the choice involved in the proclamation, “Go the other way! The empire of God is here.” Choose, in other words, a different emperor, walk in a different country. But what country?

Isaiah and the psalmist have the answer to that question. The “kingdom” or the “empire of God” has been the hope of Israel since at least the time of the prophets in the 9th-7th centuries BCE, and the messianic hope can be traced all the way back to the Exodus narrative, in which God promised that at a climactic moment in history he would come and be with his people as himself. The characteristics of the just world of God’s dominion are hinted at all through Isaiah and the prophets, the just ruler of divine origin would be full of God’s own spirit, judging as God does with justice and righteousness on behalf of the poor and afflicted. Peace will be the character of the new age, lions and bears will graze with cows, children will play with cobras and vipers. There will be no rivalry between Jew and Gentile (i.e., no one will say, "God loves me, and not you.") The psalmist takes up the same theme, pleading that the ruler of this nation, today, crowned king, will be a king like God, who will “rescue the poor when they cry out, and the afflicted one who has no one to help.” My setting of this psalm, written over 40 years ago, God help me, is a guitar-based melody that is squarely in the folk music tradition that I grew up loving (I wrote it when I was 20). The beginning of the verse alludes to the carol “Away in a Manger," suggesting that the vision of the psalmist for a king who might be like God found a kind of subversive fulfillment in the child of Bethlehem. It’s not obvious, but it’s there. (I wrote a short fantasy about a cantor having to sing this at a temple coronation of a minor king in a blog entry called Why Liturgical Music Matters: A Fiction.)

“Walk in the Reign” tries to get at all this, which is why I thought of using it right from the start. Since we’ve done this song every advent since I got to Barrington, people know it really well.  "Walk in the Reign" tries to get at the sense of the immanence of God’s empire from the first three words of the refrain: Close as tomorrow.
Close as tomorrow the sun shall appear,

Freedom is coming, and healing is near.

And I shall be with you in laughter and pain, 

To stand in the wind, and walk in the reign.

There’s not much better to hope for. To paraphrase the late Fr. Gene Walsh, “The reign of God promises two things: Your life has meaning and you will live forever. If you get a better offer, take it.”

Tuesday, December 3, 2013

Songstories 19 - Sing We Maranatha (1989, GIA)

Emmanuel. God-with-us. I shall be with you always.

I was thinking about how I would like to repackage some of our music into seasonal collections, like "Cooney-Daigle-Donohoo: The Advent Songs", or "The Purple Album - Lenten Music", or "Green, Green, It's Green They Say: Ordinary Time." You know, just to give people who maybe WEREN'T ALIVE the first time around a chance to hear what we have been up to, and see if it falls on older ears differently after a decade or two or three of separation. I always say to Gary that we pretty much own Advent, because I feel the material we've written over the years is really strong, and more adventurous, if you don't mind my saying it, than the umpteen settings of the O Antiphons that seem to be part of every Advent song these days. But, for those who need them, Gary has one of those too!

Just thinking about Advent, we could easily assemble a set worth a second listen, especially if we include the music of the Dameans' Light in the Darkness, which we could because Gary was a big part of writing that music. (A playlist at the end of this post has many of these songs in it, those which are available on iTunes.)

Keep Awake (from Keep Awake, WLP)
Thy Kingdom Come (from Change Our Hearts, OCP)
Advent Gathering (from Praise the Maker's Love)
O Antiphons (from Light in the Darkness)
Advent Herald (from On Christmas Day in the Morning)
Come, O Lord (from the Dameans' Remember Your Love)
Blessed Be the Lord (Canticle of Zechariah) (from Light in the Darkness)
Carol of the Word (from Safety Harbor)
Canticle of the Turning (from Safety Harbor)
Save the People (from Do Not Fear to Hope)
Walk in the Reign (from Safety Harbor)
Sing We Maranatha (from Safety Harbor)
Your Mercy Like Rain (Psalm 85) (from Vision)
Remember (Psalm 25)  (from Vision)
Winter Magnificat (from Stony Landscapes), which also has the text "The King Shall Come When Morning Dawns"
Psalm 72 Justice Shall Flourish (from Cries of the Spirit, Volume 1)
The Wilderness Awaits You (from Today)
Do Not Fear to Hope (from Change Our Hearts)
Carol of the Mother (from Mystery) (SoundCloud link - full recording)
Turn Around (unpublished, with Advent verses) (SoundCloud link, excerpt)

See? That's almost two collections, without even resorting to Christmas songs. But of course it cuts across the lines of publishers &c &c which makes my reverie even more of a fantasy. Still, if I do say so myself, it's a robust musical experience of Advent, and it could even be more satisfying with the addition of a couple of the non-liturgical pieces we've recorded over the years, like the duets "Say the Word" and "To My Surprise."


One of the songs I keep coming back to is a little choral piece I wrote for Advent in 1988 or '89, dedicated to John Gallen's mother Mary, who had recently died. Entitled "Sing We Maranatha," the song is about the Advent faith expressed in the texts that are in the first line of this post, that God is with us always as Emmanuel, and that God reveals self in all kinds of ways, as the "source and heart of everything," and our Advent prayer is thus, "let us see you where you are." The music is madrigal-like, accompanied by guitar (on the recording) with flute, finger cymbals, hand drum, and tambourine.  The lines, "Father's hand and mother's breast / Spent in love and laid to rest" was meant as a tribute to Mrs. Gallen, and to all deceased parents and godparents who have opened for us the path to the reign of God by word and example.

"Maranatha" is one of the last words of the New Testament (Rev. 22:20), the Greek rendering of an Aramaic phrase (either "marana tha" or "maran atha") which means "The Lord has come" or "Come, Lord," depending on how it's parsed. If Revelation mirrors 1 Cor 16:22, the prayer "Come, Lord" is the more likely translation. It's the quintessential Advent word, but of course it's a core Christian prayer as well, you might say the natural response to Kyrie, eleison. There's not so much more to say about this, but I think it's worth sharing the text because it begins to dive into what it means to say that God is with us in Christ, and how we participate in that by praise and gratitude as well as by our union with Christ in baptismal life of the Spirit.  I'll give you the whole text here, hoping it might give you another perspective on Advent as we progress into this first week of the season. Really, what's not to like about Anticipation? It's not just a (great) Carly Simon song!

Sing We Maranatha
by Rory Cooney
Copyright © 1989 GIA Publications, 7404 S. Mason Avenue, Chicago IL 60638

Here in laughter, there in tears,
Each embrace that chases fears,
Every nightmare kissed away inches forth your day.
Here in mourning, there in birth,
Every groaning of the earth,
In each tested love proved true, Christ is born anew.

Let us see you where you are, 
Breath of lovers, seed of star.
Source and heart of everything,
Sing we "Maranatha!"

Here in lily, there in stone,
Every stranger welcomed home,
Each response to hunger's cry brings the morning nigh.
Here in robin, there in trout,
Every choice and every doubt,
Every heart that learns to give leads to where you live.

Let us see you where you are, 
Breath of lovers, seed of star.
Source and heart of everything,
Sing we "Maranatha!"

Here in labor, there in play,
Justice chosen on the way,
Each revenge refused its right drives away the night.
Father's hands and mother's breast
Spent in love and laid to rest,
Life consumed by sacrifice: Christ before our eyes.

Let us see you where you are, 
Breath of lovers, seed of star.
Source and heart of everything,
Sing we "Maranatha!"