Simply because lazy film and television directors have used classical organ music to act as a cheap (no copyright in issue) sound effect does not mean that it's eerie, unsettling, distressing or the cause of horripilation*. And to prove this I give you Widor's Tocatta, from his Fifth organ symphony:
This is splendid life-affirming joyous stuff, and you can't imagine even the most twoddish of film directors** daring to use as the soundtrack to "Young People Getting Stabbed To Death #3", can you?
Incidentally, note how the organist plays the pedals with his feet. You need to be nimble-footed to play the organ well, it seems.
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| Stops, manuals and pedals. |
"Church Organ World"
This is a real business, which Conrad only realised when he saw a van drive by bearing that very same livery. They are based in Shaw, next town over from Royton. Herein the link:
Follow it and learn more about church organs than you ever thought possible. Including the prices - the cheapest one I noticed was second hand and still cost well over £10,000.
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| An Organ. Close enough |
More Chortlesome Dr Who Serial Satire
It is chortlesome, I tell you! I'll keep it brief, as people are bound to suffer a SOHF*** at some point:
"The Grime Warrior"
"The Mind Rubber"
"The Warm Machines"
"The Deadly Ass^"
"The Androids of Tar"
"The Horror of Barney"
| He LOVES children! |
Mike Wendling And New York
Mike's a journalist who has written a column for the BBC website about New York, and the strangely pervasive encroachment of English culture into the Big Apple. Apparently people use the expression "zed" for that last letter of the alphabet, to such an extent that the more usual American "zee" is fighting a rearguard action. Plus, New Yorkers are drinking ever-increasing amounts of tea, another fact that worries Mike. THe link:
- but I must warn you, Mike definitely got out of bed on the grumpy side, put on grumpy clothes and grumpy shoes, had a grumpy breakfast and went to work on the grumpy train.
How the fairytale of New York can become a nightmare
Which is merely an excuse for Conrad to add this link to the best Christmas song ever and which never gets old^^:
Howlingly ironic that Shane is still alive (just) but Kirsty is long gone.
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| Well, Mike, you did start it with that party you had in Boston ... |
The Kettle of DEATH!
No word of a lie. Yesterday I noticed a small puddle of water on the kitchen floor. Today we discovered that our old kettle had sprung a leak -
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| Kitchen appliance of DOOM! |
This may be news to you, but electricity and water do not mix, especially if you happen to be standing in the water whilst operating an electrical appliance. It does give you a nice Afro, at the risk of - well, death.
So we now have "The Kettle Of LIFE!"^^^
Art Department?
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| Kitchen applicance of <thinks> VIVACITY! |
Finally
Edna is definitely getting better at coping with absent family members. Yesterday I dogsat and she didn't bark or whine or do the Dance of Desperation. Today when Degsy went off shopping she plied back and forth between lounge and kitchen but she didn't bark or whine.
Noble Wunderhund!
Here she is eating a bit of raw potato:
And Because I Can:
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| What a great brand "Graal" is. Like an alien from Star Trek. |
A most delish tin of fish. For tomorrow's lunch. I did make rosti (hence the potato) but didn't take a photo and you cynics need a picture or it never happened.
* Your hair standing up in fear.
** Yeah, Joel Schumacher, I'm looking at you.
*** "Sense Of Humour Failure"
^ The animal, not the posterior
^^ You big up Jona Lewie and I'll come round and punch you.
^^^ I do beg your pardon - been typing too many Doctor Who titles.
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