“I’ll sing to my enemy! I don’t like being pinned down and I’ll do what the fuck I want, especially at my age … oh, I hope there’s no small children here!” (Huge applause.)”
— Patti Smith on being invited to sing at the Vatican at Christmas
It was cooler when Trojan horses were secretly infiltrated. Now everything is just so open and anticlimactic. Thumbs up, Pope Francis. Because polyhedron.
Though I continue to scream into the whirlwind I would like to remind the viewing audience that there is a world of difference between eating with sinners (as Christ) and giving them the mic and a pat on the head for desecrating holy things.
Wever. Hagan on, Pope Lío the Great.
I remember once, back when I was a fairly new Catholic, how I was recommending rock groups who conveyed “interesting” or “surprisingly Christian” messages, when a Catholic composer leaped in to harangue for me trying to extract “good insights” from such bands when there was a sea of authentically, deeply Catholic music which was being ignored and unsponsored.
It’s kind of like that with these insipid “worldly outreach” events. This inane decision is just one more drop of paint on the Jackson Pollock painting that is the Francis Papacy. (Say anything and see what sticks! Because accuracy by volume!) It’s part of his larger tacky and iconoclastic agenda.
The occasional drop of paint on a more dignified painting is unfortunate but is also clearly a mistake or a rare exception. B16’s “painting” had its fair share of ugly stains but at least you could make out a larger picture of something pretty clearly CATHOLIC. With Francis this just adds one more obscuring dot to his “Catholic witness”. When will the Vatican knock off all the smarmy One-Worldy hey-look-at-me-errybody-I’m-a-cool-old-guy-too semiotic silliness?
Better yet start a Vatican commission to discover and sponsor budding CATHOLIC composers of truly sublime and devout music. Think about it: even during the corrupt Middle Ages the popes sponsored artistic geniuses. Now we’ve fallen so far that patronizing a defunct pop singer is as “high brow” as you’re going to see all year.