A friend at church sent me this link to an odd brass band concert. Excellent stuff.
If my church wanted to do some less traditional music, I'd prefer this type. Last week, we had something called "Camp Sunday," a kind of tribute to the various annual retreats that the Episcopalian Church tends to host. I think they must involve campfire singing, because that's what we sang during the service. One of the songs, and I'm not making this up, was to the tune of the theme from M*A*S*H. Another was to the tune of the Rod Stewart song "Sailing," though without attribution, so it may have been unintentional. That one was rather nice, actually. Others inexplicably involved one or another member of the choir interjecting a loud "Whoop!" during the refrain, and even, once, "Yay, God!" There was also a certain amount of tambourine action. Perhaps white Episcopalians shouldn't try this sort of thing. The right sort of performance involves un-self-conscious writhing in ecstasy, and we're just not good at it.