revisiting the plainchant thing
In a blog entry back in June, titled the tao of plainchant , I set out to relate, while it was still fresh in my mind, the encounter I had with a group of men in the community who gather on Sundays to sing Gregorian Chant. In that post, however, I all too quickly used up my meager personal blogging resources to fill in the background and describe the history of my interest in the arcane art form, only to cap it off by promising to describe in a future post my experience with the chant group. Voila, a scant five months later, I’m delivering on my promise! (Sorry it took so long, O’Donovan .). It was the end of May when I was invited to sit in with the group. I’d known about them for at least 20 years, and had always been intrigued by the improbable idea of a non-monastic (no cowls required) chant gathering in California, and was delighted that it was still going on. Since Meera was attending Sunday services at a nearby church at roughly the same time, it was perfectly convenient for ...