I HATE BONGOS!
In Minnesota, hubby and I liked to go to a vigil Mass on Saturday evening, then we'd go to our own parish on Sunday. Each time we took in a vigil, we went to a different parish. Most of the churches in our area were old, beautiful, and carefully preserved or restored. One, in Jordan, was magnificent, as beautiful as a cathedral. We watched as the "music ministry" came in and set up.
It was ghastly. I SWEAR... there were six guitars, some acoustic, some electric, but there were six of them. They were accompanied by a set of electronic bongos. (walks away, shaking head...)