careful with that axe, eugene
i've fallen in love with the organ. no, not the penis, but the organ -- u know, the one u see at churches. right now i'm listening to this great floyd song -- saucerful of secrets -- and there is this great organ part. after about 5 minutes of insanity (major pounding on drums, dischordant piano chords, guitars with too much whammy bar, etc.), the organ comes in with these soothing chords, one followed by the other with the bass guitar grounding every chord, guitar coming in with little adornments and melodies and gilmour singing on the "AH" sound... one of those cheesy musical moments really, but the heart of it is that great reverberating organ sound... but it is so versatile too...
it can be scary and spooky (careful with that axe, eugene -- another great floyd song), completely calm and soothing (listen to durufle's requiem, usually bundled with faure's requiem), and totally awe inspiring (bach's toccata and fugue in d minor). i just happened to stumble upon all these songs and pieces in my eclectic playlist within the last day and this thought just materialized. i know all instruments can personify many more moods than what i have listed and can do so quite effectively. but hearing these pieces within the span of a day, i feel that these songs do this particular instrument justice beyond any expectation i ever held for the instrument when i was younger. funny how notice these things now... i get older and i gain greater respect for the organ, of all things. i never would've guessed that.
on a completely unrelated note: jon, paul, and their friend hank came last weekend. as you can imagine, we all partied hard (i drank two bottles of wine before i went downstairs to the party at the atlas pub... at least i know that i've made a couple of decisions worse than that one... but there aren't too many of them). i was so drunk that when i woke up the next day and got out of bed, i literally walked on hank (who was sleeping on the floor)... i guess i thought he was a pile of clothes on my floor or something... poor hank.
oh, and gong xi fa cai. have a good year of the monkey.
it can be scary and spooky (careful with that axe, eugene -- another great floyd song), completely calm and soothing (listen to durufle's requiem, usually bundled with faure's requiem), and totally awe inspiring (bach's toccata and fugue in d minor). i just happened to stumble upon all these songs and pieces in my eclectic playlist within the last day and this thought just materialized. i know all instruments can personify many more moods than what i have listed and can do so quite effectively. but hearing these pieces within the span of a day, i feel that these songs do this particular instrument justice beyond any expectation i ever held for the instrument when i was younger. funny how notice these things now... i get older and i gain greater respect for the organ, of all things. i never would've guessed that.
on a completely unrelated note: jon, paul, and their friend hank came last weekend. as you can imagine, we all partied hard (i drank two bottles of wine before i went downstairs to the party at the atlas pub... at least i know that i've made a couple of decisions worse than that one... but there aren't too many of them). i was so drunk that when i woke up the next day and got out of bed, i literally walked on hank (who was sleeping on the floor)... i guess i thought he was a pile of clothes on my floor or something... poor hank.
oh, and gong xi fa cai. have a good year of the monkey.