Poor JOB is getting older, so it should come as no surprise that he forgot to mention one very special variation in his list of liturgical hilarities: the retro-cool fashion of the Old Rite that the kids today find so addictive.
Exhibit A (as if readers of Korrektiv needed any proof): Debra Murphy‘s daughter has taken to making vestments. It’s a curious enough vocation, but smell my bells, she’s even doing them Old School. Moda, indeed!
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Considering that our good monsignor’s “fiddleback” green vestments are of such an odd hue that they could be mistaken for a cross between pea soup and the result of a rather volatile upset stomach, this is really neat!
Love the deep emerald. Would be perfect for “anything but ordinary” time.
What extraordinary form those vestments have!
JOB
“the retro-cool fashion of the Old Rite that the kids today find so addictive”
Yes, if only those foolish kids would get back to the job at hand of making a mess in their dioceses – kinda like these traditionalist Catholic French youth: http://gloria.tv/?media=207834.
Or perhaps that’s just a fad too…
At any rate, I think I speak for old fogeys everywhere when I say that I sho’ do miss the felt banners strewn with butterflies and the banjo Mass settings we had as kids…
JOB
Good for them! I think we need a new meme of Jesse Pinkman’s head photoshopped on an alter boy serving TLM saying ¡Vaya lío! bitch!
Music at the first masses I attended was handled by a local couple that worked the lounge circuit in beautiful Blahvue, WA. Casiotone keyboard, Ovation guitar. She in a drop waist dress, he in a … don’t remember. Didn’t slow me down one bit, might even have hurried me along.