Debauchery at midnight mass, disorderly organists

I’ve only ever been a witness of vomiting and fighting at midnight mass, but none of this is new. One of today’s Libro verde items records that until a few years [before 1848], mass was sung at one in the morning, but that the irreverences of the ignorant made it impossible. Henceforth it was celebrated at dawn, with little attendance and less irreverence. The same item says that it is in the period commencing with this mass and ending with the arrival of the kings that church organists mount a kind of private carnival, playing anything they fancy, from Galician bagpipe music to fandangos.

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