Last Link Day of ’08
- If you’re curious about what kind of economic downturn we could be facing, check this out. It’s pretty grim. I’m pretty optimistic, personally, but that will probably change if I, say, get fired and take up alcoholism.
- A couple Youtube clips worth checking out:
- Widor Toccata. Probably my favorite piece for organ, but holy crap look at the console for that instrument. 154 ranks! 5 divisions! (By comparison, the organ I usually practice on has 19 ranks, I believe.) Jeepers. Plus, best of all, watch when the pedal part starts at about 50 seconds in. That’s right, world-famous organist Frederick Hohman is wearing pants with elastic cuffs. I know what you’re thinking, “Oh, he’s just German, they wear weird things,” but nay nay; he was born in Missouri, people.
I need to find out if my dad knows him; they would have been at Eastman, studying with the same teacher, at the same time.
Additionally: wow.
- I have listened to this Nickel Creek song no less than 40 times in the last 24 hours. I do not exaggerate. The video itself is kinda nice, but unimportant, and in fact doesn’t really pertain to the song (which appears to be about tenuous Christian faith); just open the link, put it in the background in case your boss comes up behind you, and give a listen.
I know this probably qualifies as “Contemporary Christian” music, which under normal circumstances I despise (I prefer my religious music written for men, boys, and organ, and also I am deeply suspicious of a genre of religious music featuring commercials with culty audiences waving their arms and singing along with their eyes closed), but in this case I make an exception. Not least because the lyrics sort of hit home.
- Widor Toccata. Probably my favorite piece for organ, but holy crap look at the console for that instrument. 154 ranks! 5 divisions! (By comparison, the organ I usually practice on has 19 ranks, I believe.) Jeepers. Plus, best of all, watch when the pedal part starts at about 50 seconds in. That’s right, world-famous organist Frederick Hohman is wearing pants with elastic cuffs. I know what you’re thinking, “Oh, he’s just German, they wear weird things,” but nay nay; he was born in Missouri, people.
- I am spending altogether too much time playing with toys.
- Whopper-scented body spray for Men. This seems like it’s marketed to the wrong gender. I mean, as much as a guy would enjoy smelling like a burger, wouldn’t he enjoy his wife smelling like one WAAAAY more? I’m not a big fan of perfumes and whatnot, as my wife can attest, but always prefer food-smelling ones (fruit, etc.) to flower-smelling ones, because the latter make my nose clog instantly. But I’ve said for years, if they made a perfume called “Eau de Boeuf” that smelled of Prime Rib, I’d
- make sure Sarah had a lifetime supply, and
- immediately buy stock in the company.
Maybe I’m just weird.
Categories: link day
Ah, Widor Toccata, how I love you… They used to play that every year at St. Paul’s (and possibly still do) when I’d help out in the brass choir over there. It’s just an amazing piece, words fail me. All of the people in nearby offices or walking past my door are probably thinking it strange that I was blasting it for the last 6 minutes. Don’t care.
I noted the lack of music in front of Hohman while he played, which is crazy. But I suppose there’s enough room inside that hair to hold all those notes. Also, that’s quite the polka-dotted…thing…in the picture!
Lastly, when I read “Whopper-scented body spray,” I thought of the chocolate malted candy and was very happy. Then I saw the word “burger” in the next sentence and made a disappointed groan reminiscent of Ted from Scrubs.