The Girl Who Was Saturday

When you have children, you rediscover things. For example: the Wee Sing recordings (the older ones, anyway), some of which can be foun...

But it’s Wednesday, you’re saying.   But it’s time for MidWeekMuse! Ah, mon frères , I am glad that you pay attention to these detail...

There are worse hymns than “The King of Love my Shepherd Is,” a text based closely on Psalm 23 (or 22? the DRV has ruined my sense of ps...

More on the cantata (BWV 90) here ; lyrics here .  "A horrible end will carry you off, you sinful scoffers …" Enough said?  Enou...

J ohn Milton’s pair of longish poems, L’Allegro and Il Penseroso , are a beautiful depiction of mood.   The first joyful and the second med...

It has become faintly fashionable to complain about the Christian art scene, and specifically the Christian music scene .  I’ve made my ...

It was a couple of weeks ago now, and I was trying to figure out why the phrases of the reading sounded so familiar ...  Well, there's a...

... but you really have to listen to a recording of Joseph Hadyn’s The Seven Last Words of Christ . You didn’t know Papa Haydn wrote ...

... Actually, I never post twice in one day.  But how could I not? “ Encore!  Encore! ” he s ays ... Now, for Scotland, Ireland...

... and then there are Easters when we get to sing this.

The last semesters of PhD coursework and courtship, and the first of teaching and marriage—they are busy months.  And to be honest, besides ...

Things to remember.

The only Respighi I can listen to with equanimity—and it is more than equanimity, I am ashamed to say: it is positively pleasure—is "An...

... gives us music at midnight.

I'm not sure even Looney Tunes did it better.

... I'd probably pick Eileen Farrell's.

I was hankering after some Sigismund Neukomm, whose two-voice Mass in C was the first polyphony my siblings and I cut our teeth on.  Unfortu...

... on 88.5 FM Sunday nights, you really should.  Not only will you get incredibly cheesy, gritty dramas like Johnny Dollar, Dragnet, and ...

I'm prepping for a southern literature class this fall, and not enjoying it particularly much at the moment--unless you can use the word...