, could you tell what you find so beautiful in the Traditional Roman Liturgy? I love the whole "propers" thing in the Roman liturgy, but its action seem to me more like a spectacle than a liturgy and it's a great pity. For me it lacks also an obligatory choir, as in EO, giving the People a strong voice. And comparing with EO it seems to have very short Liturgy of the Catechumens. But I'm open to be convinced (for the "propers" sake
Before the advent of the "Dialogue Mass" in the 50s, the choir did all the responses and everything, just like in the Byzantine Rite. However, largely as a result of the negotiations between Rome and the SSPX, the reformed Mass of 1962 has become the accepted version of the Traditional Mass.
That reminds me of something funny that happened to me the first time I went to one of the Tridentine Masses here in Southern California - about 10 years ago.
I happily sang along with all the Gregorian Chant responses throughout the Mass and was really enjoying myself. But after the Mass, this sour-looking lady who was apparently in charge of the choir came over and gave me a big lecture about how only the choir is supposed to sing the responses - the congregation is supposed to remain completely silent!
Well, I thought then - and still think now - that she was wrong. (And reading Thomas Day's classic "Why Catholics Can't Sing" only confirmed me in my righteousness.
) But I bided my time and got my revenge - I'm now married to the head cantor at my Eastern Catholic parish, where we go out of our way to encourage everyone in the congregation to join in!
I recall a Tridentine Mass I went to some years ago in Baltimore. There was this family that came all the way down from York that looked like they were loads of fun. I have never seen a more dour looking family. At any rate, I usually sat four or five pews behind them. One Sunday, a young man sat in between us and sang along with the choir with great reverence and, honestly, with a rather nice tenor. About halfway through the Creed, the father turned around and asked him to please be quiet, his family was trying to pray.
Keep in mind, this guy was harmonizing beautifully with the choir.
He moved back a few pews to sit next to me and asked if I would be offended if he sang along. I told him no and joined in when I could; it was nice to have a single voice to follow along with in my own vocal range.
For our participation, I received dirty looks from that family (and only that family) for the rest of my tenure there.
Then I re-discovered the Ruthenian Catholic church and fell in love with prostopinije.