Fundraising on public television is purposefully, successfully annoying. I became a member decades ago during a telethon, and with threats of government funding cuts looming once again, I understand the need to drum up support. Oh, but I was annoyed at the breaks during the recent airing of a modern take on "Jesus Christ, Superstar".
They were interrupting a memory.
It was the late 70s? Early 80s? The cassette was a gift from my mother's brother, a classical music aficionado. I remember the plain brown liner paper with the yellow logo--the 1970 recording. He copied off the lyrics for me, too. I must have played that tape a hundred times on my boombox, singing along, thrilled when I could match the tempo of the fast-paced songs.
Despite our near-regular attendance of Sunday Mass, it was my first real introduction to Mary Magdalene. I remember wondering why we heard so little about her in CCD classes; I see now that it planted the seed for my search for Feminine Divine in the patriarchal trappings of the conventional Church.
So yes, I was annoyed at the breaks, even as I compared these latest singers to the soundtrack in my head (and found them lacking; the 1970 recording is still my favorite). I may just have to hunt down a new copy and relive a memory or two.