19 September 2007
DEAR Kaylie, hello to you & Tasso:
THERE Is too God-damned much to keep track of these days; and, so, I am writing now to you all to make a record of this musical item. You know I think that I do not now have the regard for the pipe-organ that I did as a young man. Nowadays, they seem to me to be too much, too big, too loud and, well, just a bit sinister, if you know what I mean. Rather too much like the castle in the Gormenghast-trilogy by Peake, altogether. They are positively obnoxious, mainly; and, better, had ought to have been invented only at about the same time as the saxophone, only by an American boiler-engineer. That is what they are like! You may be surprised, therefore, when I say that I listened this afternoon, on KGAC-FM radio, with actual pleasure to a recording of the ‘Prince of Denmark’s March’, with some Norwegian ruffian called Rolf Smedvig or Langsjoen or Kaupang or whatever, hauling away at the valves and gas-levers on the organ; and, a trumpet-soloist named Michael Murray, fighting him off. It was enjoyable to hear, and I expect it was the plangent sweetnesses of Mr Murray that quite saved the day and soared us all safely over the deep prostatic groanings (and preposterously saturnine thuds!) of the unduly-scandinavian Smedvig. He perhaps had ought to have met & wed Miss Elaine Kmetz, back in 1973 anent; it should have settled him down a bit, I think, Bodwyn Wook!
(MISS Elaine Kmetz was an arts-major at MCAD in Minneapolis in the late 1960s and has not been seen since, although in sixth grade in 1961 I did specialise in the drawing of horses, for her! Kaylie Sauer is an accomplished performer on the zither and has appeared with the Mankato Pops and at that fool country-and-western music-town in Missouri, the name of which escapes me just now and which is supposed to rival Nashville. But, gladly enough, I may report that Tasso is not entirely a fool as he does enjoy the writings of Mr Jack Vance! — BW)
[Emmett R Smith all rights reserved 19 September 2007]