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More proof that my family is somewhat mad. You see, my brother Jason--the lawyer who wrote the incredibly detailed quasi-rebuttal to my political explosion the other day--now gives us his next masterpiece. He plays the organ for the Episcopalian church in Hannibal Missouri, and last week he sent me this. Stick with it:
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Ben--
This Sunday, my postlude is: Marche Solennelle, by E. Ketterer, whoever that was.
It's a piece of turn of the century fluff, and not particularly solemn.
It starts off solemnly enough: 1 triplet 3 4; triplet triplet 3 4; 1 triplet 3 triplet; 1 triplet 3 4. Solemn, if somewhat gallumphing.
Then it goes into 1 3 4; 1 2 a 3 4; etc. with the accompaniment going 1 and 3 in the pedal and 2 and 4 in the left hand. A solemn boom-chick.
Then, the boom-chick goes into double-time, on the and's of the beat, underneath the melody.
The other day, I finally figured out what it sounded like.
Hippos on parade.
Big, fat, blue, animated hippos.
Swinging their behinds in time with the boom-chicks.
And then getting up on their hind legs for the double-time boom-chicks.
All the while smiling big happy hippo smiles.
Then, into the trio, and the hippos are back on all fours.
Then the D.C., and the madness starts over.
Then into the coda, where bedlam ensues, which, mercifully, has been hidden from my merely human eyes.
Get this straight ! !
I
DON'T
WORK
FOR
TOONS ! ! !
J
Jason P. Stone
Quincy, Illinois
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Ben--
This Sunday, my postlude is: Marche Solennelle, by E. Ketterer, whoever that was.
It's a piece of turn of the century fluff, and not particularly solemn.
It starts off solemnly enough: 1 triplet 3 4; triplet triplet 3 4; 1 triplet 3 triplet; 1 triplet 3 4. Solemn, if somewhat gallumphing.
Then it goes into 1 3 4; 1 2 a 3 4; etc. with the accompaniment going 1 and 3 in the pedal and 2 and 4 in the left hand. A solemn boom-chick.
Then, the boom-chick goes into double-time, on the and's of the beat, underneath the melody.
The other day, I finally figured out what it sounded like.
Hippos on parade.
Big, fat, blue, animated hippos.
Swinging their behinds in time with the boom-chicks.
And then getting up on their hind legs for the double-time boom-chicks.
All the while smiling big happy hippo smiles.
Then, into the trio, and the hippos are back on all fours.
Then the D.C., and the madness starts over.
Then into the coda, where bedlam ensues, which, mercifully, has been hidden from my merely human eyes.
Get this straight ! !
I
DON'T
WORK
FOR
TOONS ! ! !
J
Jason P. Stone
Quincy, Illinois