The Rev. Geoffrey Beaumont is a learned and dedicated man of the cloth. In the gloom of his musty church in London's Camberwell section, he conducts services for his working-class parishioners in language hallowed by generations of solemn Anglican usage. But when he sits down at his creaky upright parlor piano, he is likely to let himself go in the foot-stomping rhythms of the South Side jukeboxes. Last week he held a little party at the vicarage to display an unusual wedding of his two talents: a Mass set to popular rhythms and already...
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