We arrived an hour before the service was due to commence. This in itself was a little unusual, because the various traditional ensembles we’ve had previously at our 10:30 service have not needed as much time to set up and run through songs. Our normal pattern has been to have a 7 part strings group some Sundays, a 12 part choir on other Sundays, or other single instruments such as trumpet. These groups have accompanied the organ in what has been mostly a traditional service.
But aside from the fact that we are transitioning to a blend of BOTH traditional and contemporary, meaning that we have to run through organ songs and band songs, the reality is that band songs usually take us longer to rehearse anyway. Perhaps because the music isn’t fully written out for us and we have to arrange it on the fly; perhaps because every member of the band has an instrument that needs to be amplified differently, and this takes our sound team a while to set up. Whatever the case, an hour was what we needed.
Our setup began, and I could sense trouble immediately. One of the ushers setting up the church building was an elderly woman. And she was nervous. I could tell because she kept fidgeting and looking up at us. And then looking around.
This is a service that has had a band before, but only ever occasionally. And lately, people have been nervous about the impending changes, especially to musical style.
As the rehearsal progressed, the woman on ushering was getting more agitated. The early-birds were starting to arrive, and she was greeting them with what looked like an introduction to what was likely to be a noisy and unsettling service ahead.
I needed to grab something from the back of the church, so I walked down to say hello to the usher woman. But she spoke to me first. “This is terribly loud, you know”, she said. “It will be very painful for people,” was the gist of her message to me. I assured her that we would be monitoring the volume, and that we’d make sure it’d be alright. I then saw her speaking in firm terms with the sound operator, who happens to be the leader of our sound ministry.
Well, we sang 2 songs on the organ, and 2 songs with the band. The songs were (in order):
- Name of all majesty (organ)
- In Christ alone (band)
- O the mercy of God (band)
- Oh Christ the same – to the tune of Danny Boy (organ)
And the music went really well. We’d rehearsed them on the previous Thursday night, plus run through the songs during our setup period. We had 4 experienced musicians playing in the band. The drummer used ‘hot rods’ instead of drumsticks – they are a small bunch of bamboo rods strapped together to give a gentler sound. We made sure they were songs that the congregation knew from being previously played on the organ. We made sure they were songs that didn’t have lots of syncopation or unpredictability.
And the congregation? Well they enjoyed it. We had at least a dozen people come up to us afterwards and say how good they thought it was, and that it was a good preparation for the changes ahead on 21st October. I’ve always believed that good quality music well suited to the group is more important than a particular style.
One of the realities of contemporary band music, is that it can get loud, especially with a decent PA system. Getting the balance right should really be the subject of another post some time. But we decided to measure the sound levels of all the songs – organ and band. And the results were very interesting.
Song 1, on the organ, was the same volume as songs 2 and 3 on the band. But song 4, on the organ, peaked at more than 10 decibels louder than anything else sung on the day. Now 10 decibels is a very significant amount when you’re talking about the difference between 90 and 100. Normally in our youth service, if we’re up around 100db, we’re trying to batten down the hatches. It’s too loud for any sustained period of time. But here at our 10:30 service, a song played on the organ, and it was just as loud.
Ok, so it was just a peak in the last verse, and perhaps various members of the congregation were trying to show just how much they love the traditional style! But clearly volume is something that varies regardless of whether it’s old or new, organ or band. By using hot rods on the drums, we were able to control (or even minimise) the volume of the drums, which are so important for keeping us in time and creating energy in the music, but are so often the instrument that older folk dislike the most.
But what about the elderly woman on ushering… what happened? Well, the service was finished, I was on the platform chatting to our sound operator, and I saw her approaching. I guess I braced myself. Her words? “It wasn’t too bad, actually”, which I took to be a compliment. She reminded us that the drums wouldn’t want to go any louder, but as it was it was ok. A big relief for us who had been praying for this. I believe our sovereign Lord wants us united.
So why are we imposing contemporary music upon the congregations who have always sung hymns? Next post.