Monday, November 14, 2005

Special Music - The science behind the art

Special music - (1) n. music that is special That music is very special to me, therefore it is special music. (2) n. an event in a church service, usually accompanied by muffled groans, stifled laughter, and desperate attempts to find an excuse to leave early (i.e. give self severe paper cut, induce vomiting, etc.) Put away your hymnals, Sister Maggie Lou Harris is going to come and bless us with special music.

Anyone who has spent any significant time in evangelical churches has been through this trial. It typically comes after the offering (do you think that's an accident?) and before the sermon. I don't know if some pastors have a hard time transitioning, or what, but special music always seems to get stuck between those two events.

It always starts innocently enough. The pastor, who I'm pretty sure is trained to introduce even the worst singers in a gracious manner, always makes it sound like it's something to look forward to. Then the sweet old Sister Margaret gets up there, talks about how a certain song reminds her of her dear, late Harold, sheds a tear, and the cassette track starts running. The Southern-western, country gospel music blares out the speakers, and suddenly, a cat gets caught in the garbage disposal. Oh wait, no, that's Sister Margaret's voice! The next 3 and half to 5 minutes are passed by Marge trying to kill that cat that crawled into her windpipe, and the 300 people in the audience trying to escape to their happy place. Some people in the audience shed tears. The song ends, some people clap. The pastor says, "Amen Sister Margaret. God bless you; and you know audience, God still does grow trees, just like Margaret so beautifully reminded us. Fade to prayer. Start sermon.

After years of hearing this...umm...music(?), I think I am ready to walk people through the stages of it step by step.

Stage 1 - Selection of the singer.
This is all done before hand, so the audience is unaware of how much drama actually occurs. There are some people in every church congregation who are legitimately good singers. They often lead choirs, or avoid the choir, because they're afraid they'll become the poster child. These are the people that the music pastor asks to sing special music. Unfortunately, these talented singers only make up about 3-7% of special music in evangelical churches today. The other 93-97% is composed of volunteers. If there were to be psychological studies done on the kind of people who volunteer for such things, I think we would find troubling trends.
1) They are all middle children. Overlooked by their parents, they are desperately trying to seek the attention of their new family, the church family, YOU!!!
2) They tortured animals as children. Something about ripping the hind legs off of a squirrel just really did it for these people. Often, one can hear the screaming a squirrel would make in the special music of these volunteers.
3) They are delusional. Though they are sometimes functional and safe enough to live outside of hospitals and group homes, they still are just one brick shy of a load. They often think that all members of the opposite sex are attracted to them, they seem to remember outscoring everyone on all important tests (despite the fact that their SAT scores landed them a great job at Burger King), and they are good enough to be captain of every sport team.
4) Drama. Everything in their lives means something worth sharing with everyone. From how they felt the Spirit move when they were vacuuming, to their near-death experience while getting a flu shot is interesting and therefore should be shared with as many people as possible as often as possible.
5) When their friends and family say their name, it is usually followed by "God bless him/her (ex. My aunt Linda, God bless her, is going to sing again at church this week.")

Stage 2 - Selecting the song.
In the back corner of all Christian bookstores, there's a little bin where all music goes to die. The original singers of the songs sued to have their voices removed from the tracks, so these cassettes only have music, no vocals, on them. In this bin, you can find musical masterpieces such as "Carman" (umm...not the opera), "Amy Grant", and a whole lot of country-western-southern, and other music that can't be categorized into any existing musical genres.
The volunteer finds a song that fits his/her voice (which of course is all of them), pays his/her $3.95, and heads home to practice.

Stage 3 - The introduction
The volunteer is ready, the cassette is with the sound people, the congregation is assembled, and the plate has been passed. It is time for the pastor to welcome the volunteer up to the front. Pastors, who have such grueling tasks as comforting mourners at funerals, performing baby dedications for kids who don't stand a chance, and performing marriages for couples for whom his own wife is placing bets on the divorce date, are quite accustomed to keeping an upper stiff lip while enduring otherwise uncomfortable ceremonies. With this rich experience behind him, he glides non-chalantly to the pulpit and welcomes up the volunteer. He smiles and tells the congregation they're about to be blessed. Many pastors might have a problem with this at first, because it seems unethical to lie to the audience about such things, but then he remembers the verse in Romans about suffering producing perserverance, hope, and character. He decides, then, in a round-about way, the audience is indeed being blessed.

Stage 4 - The second introduction
Many volunteers feel that they could introduce their song much better than the pastor did, and they are going to prove it. The goal is to make all the women and the more emotional men in the audience cry. If the volunteer knows anyone at all that has died or struggled with cancer in the past 18 months, you can rest assured that their song will be dedicated to that person. Loose translations of Bible verses also spill forth at this time, as well as a heartfelt remembrance of what this song personally means to the volunteer. The audience at this point is at the mercy of the volunteer, unless there is an extremely wise and merciful soundman. Some soundpersons have been known to start music early (not unlike the Academy Awards) so that the volunteer knows it is time to end the speech. Unfortunately, this does not happen often. Courtesy dictates that the audience must pay attention during this speech so they can have something to comment on afterwards. Also, if you are a woman or a particularly emotional man, it's best to go ahead and start crying. That way the volunteer will be satisfied.

Stage 5 - Start the music, Take 1
The music starts. The volunteer makes a confused look and asks the sound guy if it's on the right mode. After a series of fast-forwarding and rewinding, the tape goes right back to where it was originally, but the volunteer is satisfied with air time. Courtesy dictates that the audience should exude a mild form of church laughter.

Stage 6 - Start the music, Take 2
Music starts. Volunteer misses cue, laughs, and apologizes. Audience follows same courtesy rules as Take 1.

Stage 7 - Start the music, Take 3
Success. Before the actual singing starts, though, the volunteer might ask you, the audience, to clap hands to the rhythm. Humor him. You can stop once the singing starts. And then the singing starts. Since they are a volunteer and not an actual good singer, you can expect this to be painful. I think Johnathan Edwards once said that when he was in pain, he liked to consider how hot the fires of hell are. This replaced his temporal pain with gratefulness. This may be a helpful hint for you, the audience. As a respectable member of the audience, you have to completely hide all evidence that you are in agony. Ladies, I suggest that you do not wear open-toed shoes to church services where special music may occur. This will allow you to curl your toes with no one being any wiser. Courtesy dictates that adults pretend not to notice the silent roar of laughter from the jr. high group. Women are to smile graciously at the singer while looking toward the front (though not making direct eye contact). Men are to look down or away in a contemplative manner, and the elders are expected to add an "amen" or "hallelujah" as appropriate. This is a good time to think about things that you need to do. What you're going to cook when you get home, your grocery list, how hot hell is, whatever you have to think about to take your mind off the pain. It typically doesn't last more than 5 minutes. If the volunteer hits a bad note, the concerned congregant might throw in a well-timed cough or sneeze to help cover the blunder. It is not a bad idea to decide in advance who should have a cold each week at church.

Stage 8 - The Conclusion
The volunteer will try to hit an impossibly high note. DO NOT CRINGE. It is very rude. At this point, all congregants are permitted to say amen or hallelujah. This may help cover the sound of the false note. Clapping ettiquette varies from church to church. Some churches never clap. Do not clap in a non-clapping church. Simply say "amen". Some churches always clap. You have to clap in churches like these, or the volunteer will notice. In my home church, there's an unwritten rule that we only clap for the bad singers. It's kind of our way of adding to their delusion. The good singers do not need or expect an applause. The volunteers, because of their special personalities, might hurt someone or continue singing (not mutually exclusive) without a proper applause in a church that sometimes applauds. When in doubt, a muffled "amen" is always appropriate.

Stage 9 - The Recovery
The pastor, being a true steward of grace, had to listen to at least one key line of the song. This way, before his prayer, he can say, "Thank you [insert name of volunteer], that was lovely; and it is true that Jesus loves you no matter who takes off with your pick-up truck. Dear Heavenly Father..."

Stage 10 - After the service
This is an important but often-overlooked part of the service. Many people have trouble looking the volunteer in the face, but you need to. This is a good opportunity to practice your funeral face. That reverent smile that you give the deceased's family is perfect for the volunteer. This way you don't actually have to say anything. The delusional volunteer will interpret this as being too impressed to actually talk to him/her. If you are a friend of the volunteer, you have to say something. It's your duty as a friend. If the volunteer is a woman, it's always a safe bet to compliment her physical appearance. "Sister Gertrude, your hat was just beautiful on you up there. It matched your brooch so well." If the volunteer was a man, you need to talk about the lyrics. Even if you didn't actually hear the lyrics, there are some general goals of all special music songs. They are all supposed to be touching, they are all supposed to be speaking right to your own heart, and they are all supposed to be absolutely true. Saying any of those three will work just fine, though I don't suggest that you use all 3. Save some for your neighbor. Also, make sure you mention something about their introduction. For example (God bless your poor gramma's soul. How long has it been since she's gone to be with the Lord now?). For extra points, blame the sound people for all the technical difficulties.

Special music is kind of like vomiting. Most people have to deal with it; it's hardly ever pleasant; and a tasteful person must know how to deal with it appropriately. Armed with good courtesy and good fake facial expressions, though, we can all learn to get through it together.

God be with us all, friends.

Wednesday, November 2, 2005

Mexico, Kroger, and more

Today is Day of the Dead in Mexico. That officially makes it like the sixth holiday in the past 3 days.
Monday, Oct. 31 was Halloween, Reformation Day, and Nevada Day.
Tuesday, Nov. 1 was All Saints' Day, and I think it might have been All Soul's Day.
Wednesday, Nov 2 (today) is Day of the Dead in Mexico.

I think since there is such high competition for holiday slots, they should be rated from least important to most important.
Coming in last, at #6 is All Soul's Day. I don't even know what this holiday is about, much less when it is. I learned today that it's a Catholic holiday, and that's all. No offense to Catholics, but don't you think enough is enough? Isn't every day a Catholic holiday? I mean, eventually we're just going to have to say, "Okay, no more holidays." No wonder priests made good money back in the Middle Ages. Churches were probably the only places that were ever open for business! Hmmm...that sounds like a conspiracy of sorts. I should write a book.

At #5 - All Saints' Day. Once again, sorry Catholic friends, but what the crap? Isn't there already a day for like every single saint ever? Why do we need one for all of them together? We're getting a little ridiculous there, Vatican!

#4 - Day of the Dead. This day has absolutely no bearing on my life. This could be because I'm not Mexican (at least not that I know of), or it could be because I'm so tired of Catholic/Catholic-like holidays that they all start blending together.

#3 - Nevada Day - this was a real toss up between NV Day and Halloween, but I'll be honest. Outside of my last post, and the holiday we took last year in France (which was actually for All Saints' Day), I've never celebrated it. Refer to last post for reasons that it is near and dear to my heart however.

#2 - Halloween - Based sheerly on profit. I owe a lot of calories and cavities to the beloved Trick-or-Treating tradition that accompanies this delicious but somewhat pointless holiday.

#1 - Reformation Day - Despite the fact that I've never gotten candy on Reformation Day (thanks, friends (please note the bitter sarcasm)), this probably is the one that most affects me personally. Not only did it begin the recovery of the true gospel, it gives us a break from the unending stream of Roman Catholic holidays.

In other news, and in the spirit of the recently-celebrated Reformation Day, grocery stores need to reform their automatic check-out lines.

Proposed Reform 1: Bouncers. People with carts full of 87 items do not deserve to stand in my automatic 12-items-or-less lane. Bouncers would ensure that these pests would be properly beaten before being forcibly placed in the long lines where they belong.

Proposed Reform 2: Aptitude Tests. If the first thing you do when you get to the machine is just look at it for five minutes because you're confounded by touchscreen technology, you do not deserve to be in the express lane. If you can't count to 12 (As in, you have more than 12 items in your cart) you don't deserve to be in the express lane. Basically, if you depend on the automated woman to give you her computer directions, the express lane isn't for you.

Proposed Reform 3: Age limit. No one over the age of 65 should ever use one of these machines. They just plainly and simply will never figure out how to do it without the human there to rescue them, completely defeating the purpose of the automatic check-out.

Proposed Reform #4: No items that require I.D. Sorry boys, but do you really need to rush through the express lane for beer? Fortunately, as probably 90% of grocery store alcohol is sold to fratties (the vast majority of whom could never pass the aptitude test proposed in REFORM 2, this reform may prove unnecessary).

Proposed Reform #5: Limit of 5 bills accepted in machine. This will eliminate the malcompetents that tries to pay for 38 dollars worth of groceries with crinkly one dollar bills. Maybe an electric shock could be given to the violators of the 5-bill rule. The bouncers could move their twitching, unconscious, but still living bodies to the long lanes with the old people, the fratties, the people that can't count, and the jerks that don't realize that the express lane is not for full-family grocery trips.

Clearly I've spent a bit too much time in Kroger lately, but the fact is that some of that time was spent there because of idiots that my suggested reforms could have eliminated. In other Kroger news, as of yesterday, Nov. 1 (All Saints' Day), the Halloween decorations completely disappeared, and Christmas has come to Fairborn.

Happy Unending stream of Holidays everyone!