Do you volunteer in the music ministry at your parish?
Have you considered helping out. Much of the time, music ministers are just a group of people who are passionate about music, but maybe not highly trained, doing the best they can with what they have. Maybe instead of “gritting your teeth”, you can offer your expertise.
Sometimes you can only swim so much against the current. Thankfully, we don’t have a “music ministry” at my parish. We just have a choir with an excellent organist who picks out the music. Some of the hymns she chooses are beyond awful, but some of them are great. Whenever she schedules some of the good ones, I always compliment her. When she chooses all bad ones, I don’t say anything.
I think sometimes she gets the message, because now and then she’ll do a whole Mass with nothing but the better music. But I can’t make a whole repertoire for her without seeming arrogant.
It does help some that I’m the only basso profundo-through-baritone in the whole choir. She REALLY appreciates having somebody who can sing basso profundo. The only trouble is, she won’t let me sing any other parts. But I guess that’s something meant to be offered up, right?
Just to make it clear, I mostly like the old, old “ethnic” hymns; pre-20th Century German, Irish, Welsh, Russian, with English words. She’ll even do some of the old Latin hymns sometimes. Does some Mozart now and then. And yes, some of the old 19th Century protestant hymns. I really like those because I was raised out in the country with people who sang them when we worked. And, of course, those were on the “Ozark Jubilee” back then.
I actually like maybe four or five of the newer, post-VII-composed hymns, but that’s it. I profoundly dislike the rest of them. But I sing them anyway because the organist wants me to.
Oh, yes. I’m rather proud of this. One Christmas I persuaded two of the soloists to sing “Lula-jze Jesuniu”; a Polish peasant hymn of really ancient roots…and in Polish! They even went to a lady who immigrated from Poland to get the pronunciation right. Marvelous!A fair number of the parishioners have some Polish ancestry, and they loved it! I could hear whispers “It’s Polish! It’s Polish!” from the congregation.