"In the name of, hey! how're ya doin'?"

When Himself has a gig, he often finds himself in different parishes, at different times for Sunday Liturgy.
He forgets how changed is his level of concentration when he is neither chanting/song leading, nor singing in a choir, and thus how much more easily he is distracted by occurrences, or rather practices to which he objects -- he came home absolutely livid over a jolly "let's all turn and say hello to our pew mates, and if you don't know them, ask their name, see how they're doing!" beginning to the Holy Sacrifice of the Mass.

I hope this isn't my fault.
I hope I am not infecting him with my too great a readiness to criticize, to nit-pick -- or even just to note idiosyncrasies -- or idiot-syncrasies?

It's not fair of me, he is much in general more generous-hearted and easier-going, (and more oblivious,) than I, but once having his back is up, it stays up, he cannot let go of things, so this will affect him more.

Am I remembering right, was it Mosebach who wrote something like, "the problem with the reformed Liturgy is that we are all positively obliged to talk about the liturgy now, we go to Mass to talk to God but come away theatre critics"?

See?
See what I've done, or at least am trying to do?
That's me all over, I never accept blame for anything.

Oh no, it can't be my griping that's at fault, it's the mucking around with the ritual that others presume to have the right to do, that's responsible.