Of all the Mass settings, I can't seem to escape the Mass of Creation and the Mass of St. Ann; and yet we have things like this:
I'm 42. I've only ever known the Ordinary Form; the Latin Masses near me growing up were all by the Schismatics of St. Pius X, and the only licit Latin Mass in my diocese is over an hour and a half away. But some time around 1989, it went from respectful vernacular to garbage.
You don't need Latin to make a Mass a respectful and joyful prayer; but if you're doing the vernacular, spare us unusually-stupid-modern-Protestant and ex-Jesuit, atonal, badly composed, theologically-suspect-at-best Mass settings.
Tomorrow, I am going to take my family for yet another round of musical liturgy that makes elevator music seem like Bach by comparison, my soul will hurt a bit more, my wife will talk about leaving the Church again, and so much could be avoided if our musical liturgy didn't suck.
And I will pray, on walking in, that the worst the day holds is "A Mighty Fortress Is Our God" and "Amazing Grace" because arch-heretic music is better than what we do now.
