Monthly Archives: July 2013

A homeowner’s tale

This is my new house, which I close on today.

Spiffy, ain't it?

Spiffy, ain’t it?

But it is more than that, of course. To fully explain that, I need to backtrack a few years. Continue reading


A sad sight

I’ve written before about being on a train that is delayed by a “pedestrian incident.” But until the other night, I hadn’t been on a train that hit a pedestrian. Fortunately, I didn’t see the incident, but it was still not a great experience.

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What I played last weekend: 17th Sunday of Ordinary Time

Masses 1 and 2:

Wait, this is the World Youth Day song?

You have to be kidding me.

I first heard this on the podcast of “The Catholic Guy,” where the hosts just ripped into the song. Why? Because it’s terrible. For one thing, it’s warmed-over mid-’90s dance pop, which in and of itself is enough to DQ it from being taken seriously. The hosts thought of Ace of Base, but the beat sounded more to me like it was from Cher’s “Believe,” which is just an intolerably awful song.

The hosts also listened to a bunch of past WYD songs, which were uniformly mediocre to terrible. This all smacks of trying-too-hardism, so let me make a suggestion to the good folks who organize WYD: no more theme songs.

None. Just don’t do it. All you’re producing is forgettable tripe. Think about the songs for the Olympics. Anyone remember those? Or care about them? Nein.

What I played last weekend: 16th Sunday of Ordinary Time

Masses 1, 2 and 3:

* denotes something I hadn’t played at Mass yet until then

7 quick takes: Nearing the home homestretch

— 1 —

In less than two weeks, I close on my house. It’s starting to feel more and more real. The other day, I cashed out the rest of my savings bonds, the ones I didn’t need in college and instead saved for a moment such as this. I packed up all but the necessary books and sheet music as well. I suppose it won’t feel 100% real until I’m in the house. But that won’t be long now.

— 2 —

Part of my vacation (which ended Tuesday) involved visiting my grandparents on dad’s side:

Because they live outside Pittsburgh, a solid eight+ hours away, I only get to see them once a year or so. They’re in their 80s, so I get reminded that each time I visit may be the last. So even though we didn’t do a whole lot–got lunch and watched TV–it was still worth every second.

— 3 —

I’m off at my main parish for the second straight week because of my little brother’s all-afternoon graduation party. This hasn’t happened since I came back four years ago. And it’s weird.

— 4 —

I noted with some interest that a nearby parish that had the Extraordinary Form is cutting it back from weekly to twice a month. Does that mean the Latin Mass didn’t really get a foothold there? (There is a new pastor, but he is trained in the EF, I believe.) Now I’m curious. Conveniently, my new house is nearby. I might go to Latin Mass one day just to see what’s up. I like Latin (took four years in high school) and like to use it at Mass, but have never felt attracted to the EF. But it seems like something I should know about, especially if I ever end up playing for them.

— 5 —

I should show you my gift from the groom at the wedding last weekend:

I love this gift.

I love this gift.

Yes, it’s a pocketwatch, and it’s awesome. And I’ve been carrying it constantly since.

— 6 —

Prayer request: a family the next town over, whose kids went to grade school with me, has been hit with tragedy again. In past years, the dad and one of the three sons, only 19, committed suicide. This week, another son, only 30, was found dead of as-yet unknown causes. I can’t imagine being the mom, the daughter, or the surviving son, and they can use all the prayers you can give them.

— 7 —

To close: And you thought your golf game was having a bad day.

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Lessons from vacation

I just got back from a week away (including a grand total of zero Masses played last weekend). Here’s what I learned while away:

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