I am Organ Man! I wear my fuzzy slippers everytime I can! 2003-01-29 - 1:15 p.m.
Song of the moment: Pearl Jam - "Jeremy", Smashing Pumpkins - "Zero", Prodigy - "Smack my bitch up", Nickelback - "How you remind me", Marilyn Manson - "The Dope Show"
Remember the random organ I got just before Christmas? Well, I was playing that earlier. As I've said, I had two years of piano class in college, which does not really qualify me to play the organ. I've gotten so I can play with one hand on each manual (the separate keyboards), but of course the footy pedal things are completely lost on me, as are the stops, which are the thingies that make the organ sound like different things ("thingies" and "things" are such highly technical terms). There is one marked "oboe/horn" (I don't know why they include the horn, a nice instrument, with the medieval torture device for the modern age that they call the oboe). Now, one of the songs I picked up from my amazing piano class skills is "La donna e mobile", the tune of which is sung by the multitalented opera baby. When played on the upper manual, with the oboe/horn stop pressed down, this song sounds like a chorus of demons signalling all to a black tie, RSVP-only tea party in Little Hell City, a suburb of Hell Proper.
So that was fun. Also, true to my aspirations towards Professional Dork status (I capitalize that now, thanks to Cookie), I was also teaching myself the opening to "Iron Man". This is what I imagine Ozzy himself to do in his spare time, when the cameras are not around and he's not yelling at his kids or making funny Pepsi commercials or something like that. He puts on some fuzzy pink slippers and matching furry bathrobe, grabs a steaming cup of hot cocoa, sits down at his trusty organ and reworks his old hits for the senior citizen set. Naturally, he'd leave the oboe/horn stop down for old time's sake.
Anyway, I would think playing the organ fully qualifies me for Professional Dork status. Somebody should therefore pay me lots of money so I can buy a big creepy old house and then go down to the S.P.C.A. and buy all their cats so I can become a cat lady as well. Therefore, I rest my case. The end. Byebye. Oh, you can go take one of my mangosurveys if you want. Have a lovely afternoon. :)