I usually find that, by the time Draco, ardcarp, and a few others have had their say about a CE, there is little that can usefully be added by the likes of me. But perhaps I'm wrong about that: perhaps one should always register one's approval when it can be given honestly. I would not be in favour of congregational applause at the end of a well-delivered service, but there's been many a time when I've ached to have a way of expressing immediate gratitude.
The Salisbury choir worked flat-out (within musical constraints, of course) to make the broadcast memorable, and they were aided by the music scheme: a Howells' gem, a pot-boiling war-horse, an exciting early-Jacobean masterpiece, some Walton wizardry, and RVW's exhilarating new take on an Old 100th - this was CE in imperial mode. The choir were up for it, but were they up to it? Well, I thought the tenors had a shaky moment or two, and the trebs (surely boys and girls?) were a tad shrill near the top and occasionally a tad coarse in the middle. Yet, while I may use the vocabulary of criticism, I have no wish to be critical - I was swept along by this service, heedless of any momentary imperfections. Imperfections are human, and I am more unsettled by apparent perfection. Someone upthread found the Gibbons relentless: true, but it also had (pace Billy Elliott) electricity, generated by a choir dedicated to liturgy. The liturgical impact is the ultimate litmus. Thank you, Salisbury.
You see? You're all lucky I don't post regularly about CE! It's all flammable high-octane stuff.
The Salisbury choir worked flat-out (within musical constraints, of course) to make the broadcast memorable, and they were aided by the music scheme: a Howells' gem, a pot-boiling war-horse, an exciting early-Jacobean masterpiece, some Walton wizardry, and RVW's exhilarating new take on an Old 100th - this was CE in imperial mode. The choir were up for it, but were they up to it? Well, I thought the tenors had a shaky moment or two, and the trebs (surely boys and girls?) were a tad shrill near the top and occasionally a tad coarse in the middle. Yet, while I may use the vocabulary of criticism, I have no wish to be critical - I was swept along by this service, heedless of any momentary imperfections. Imperfections are human, and I am more unsettled by apparent perfection. Someone upthread found the Gibbons relentless: true, but it also had (pace Billy Elliott) electricity, generated by a choir dedicated to liturgy. The liturgical impact is the ultimate litmus. Thank you, Salisbury.
You see? You're all lucky I don't post regularly about CE! It's all flammable high-octane stuff.
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