First words out of my mouth. Couldn’t help it.
I had just been introduced — and quite warmly — by
Grace Cathedral’s Rev. Canon Elizabeth Grundy, and all I could do was look out
across the assembled multitude (officially 611 patrons!), and then up-up-up at
the way-high ceiling, almost out of
view.
Apparently everybody understood, though, because my
awe-struck remark drew plenty of sympathetic chuckles.
But I’m getting ahead of things. Let’s start at
the beginning.
Constant Companion and I arrived at Grace at about
10:30 Saturday morning; we had left home quite early, not wanting to take any
chances with the San Francisco area’s notorious traffic (which, yes, can be
ghastly even on weekends). As a result, we were first to arrive, and so killed
some time by browsing through the cathedral’s gift shop. I couldn’t help
noticing a counter-top rack of CDs that included several copies of Duke
Ellington’s Concert of Sacred Music at
Grace, recorded live September 16, 1965 ... but no sign of Fantasy’s
recording of Guaraldi’s Mass, which had preceded Ellington by four months.
So I wanna know: What’s up with that?
(Ahem.)
We soon were joined by Marcia and Nancy Goodrich,
two of the long-ago St. Paul’s Church choir members who, as children, had
rehearsed with Guaraldi for roughly 18 months, while his Jazz Mass came
together. They were excited, to say the least: positively bubbling with
anticipation.

