VespersIt is Lent. Take that for what it is; these are days like all the other ones, as well as days unlike any other (more or less like any given). Among other things, the local Cathedral celebrates these Sundays with the Vespers, sung in English (and a little bit of Latin).
This is fine stuff. It is simple singing, unadorned by instrument. It fills the building in strange ways, climbing to the ceiling and then drifting down again, the end of each note lingering in echo; when the harmonies blossom, it is like an unfolding. It is old singing, too — but for the language, it is more or less as it has been done for a long time, a very long time. Clerical matters aside, the is a lovely non-denominational peace about it, particularly as the choir is warming up in the vestry, and the notes trickle in from places occluded.
It would be nice if they left the lights off.
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