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Saturday, April 01, 2006



Yeah, well, I feel ya'. Must say that playing a Catholic Church sevrice can top pretty much anything, though. When you're not Catholic and you don't know the liturgy and you're subbing and the priest won't tell you a thing about the order of events, you're completely screwed. Seems all the Catholic music directors know when to play every little Gloria and Praise and they think that you as a sub should know, too. Meanwhile, the entire congregation is waiting for you to start the songs, whatever they may be! And the priest is glaring at you, but, of course, you can't tell because you're up in the balcony miles away from the priest with your back to him! And the regular organist has left no legible instructions. All you can do is pray!

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