Monday, April 07, 2008

The Corruption Of A Parish Organist
What hath the Cavemen wrought?

Yeah, I know it's Guinness, but at least we got him to drink beer, and more importantly, leave a certain some one's single malt Scotch alone.

But will this ecclesiastical keyboardist take this too far? Will the Entrance Hymn now be Take Me Out to the Ballgame? Will out parish pianist start referring to the time between the Lavabo and Consecration as the seventh inning stretch? Will the Keeper of the 88 Keys only receive Holy Communion with peanuts and Cracker Jacks?

But my biggest fear is that he very well may start hangin' out by the Confessional. Hopefully, he won't take it upon himself to see if the Penitents have given a heartfelt and sincere confession of sins. How soon before we start hearing a rather loud and boisterous "safe, safe, SAFE!", or an equally forceful "Yer Outta Here!!"


Blogger Alli said...

When did this happen?? I am very jealous. I would know that hair anywhere. But then again, the last time I sat around drinking with him, somehow a rather cruel practical joke was played on him by... I don't know... perhaps it was me and a favorite priest of ours?

Oh dear. I can only imagine what might happen after a few more of those...

9:28 AM  
Blogger Rich said...

Beer is a good decoy to draw people away from the liquid gold of Scotland.

Bruichladdich for me. Miller Lite for the rabble.


11:36 AM  
Blogger mig said...

You never invited ME over for a beer.

8:19 PM  
Blogger HappyCamper said...

Glenfiddich here. Rocks. No splash. Also here is a video of our organist performing the Toccata. I think he is a sissy beer drinker. :)

8:04 AM  

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