Monday, October 1

 

From the delightful The Bad Catholic's Guide to Wine, Whiskey and Song


As to why author Mr. Zmirak decided to change "women" in the title to "whiskey," women also being Catholic, I suppose he thought it better not to combine relationship advice with alcohol in a single book, for reasons which are probably too obvious to state. (Though I imagine some strategic imbibing might help the Italian Catholic birthrate.) Here's his thoughts on that bit of musical dramamine, "Here I am, Lord":
This hymn depicts a human soul responding to the call of Christ--but the music is whiny and grim, evoking in most people's minds a can of rancid potted meat, being slowly spread by windshield wipers across a plate of dirty auto glass. You hear Christ calling, all right--but you feel like He's some hobo who's tapping at your window at 4 a.m. to wake you from a sound sleep so he can ask you the directions to Dunkin' Donuts. You don't so much want to answer Him as clock him with a slipper. Sung in a sleepwalking, zombie rhythm, its use at communion time produces a strikingly cinematic effect, which film critics have dubbed, "The Church of the Living Dead."
(Query: does this mean St. Denis of Paris, during that head-carrying business, was a zombie? Discuss.)

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