OUR MAN in EUROPE/dave delacroix/Part 5: "Fanfare!"

Part 5:  "Fanfare".


The BULBOUS ORGAN in the "kirche" (church) of Usingen promotes VIAGRA by its very existence; sublime, rotunde and magnificent in its every muscular posture.
It BALOONS at you!
...The thing, built/errected in 1749 AD positively oozes slumbering power and begs any passing electrician to turn on the juice in the latent hope that some nimble fingered Fraulein - finding the lights on - will happenstance impart her virginal concepts and drink deep from Music's well.

It's just a thought, of course.

However; when "ye olde local Sexton" (church-caretaker dude) shows up...
...coughing on a cigarette..
                    ... breath rank with Apfelwein...
                                    ... grunting in shirt sleeves
                                                   ... barely suspended pants...
                                                              ... dangling
                                                                       - upper ass crack bare - 
                                                                                ...takes his place/spits on the reowned organ's keys...

...then launches into Emerson, Lake & Palmers version of Strauss's "Fanfare"...

(with gusto!)

....you know the rest of your day is shot.

Fortunately, "die kleine stadt" of Usingen is a dead ringer for Thomas Hardy's Casterbridge (the Mayor of): Dorchester. (England, Colonials!)
"Ach, so!" -there are many cafes/restaurants in which to find succour.

But back to the ORGAN... Rococco, baroque. A Moby Dick!

And if/when (stay with me) said Fraulein Virgin flutters into said church/discovers organ/ apparently at rest/ places her honest buns on the keyboard stool... and then her fingers caress its monstrous keys;

BEHOLD!!!!!

It's downright Spiritual.


The bells in this church have been seeing the local populace from birth to passing for centuries. No human rings them, of course; today they have a mechanical - clock-set - gizmo. (!?)
But...in THIS "Tannus" town, presently enjoying an Elysian Summer, the non-papist bells ring out at appointed, important times (usually, when I'm trying to crash) and people are born, live, love and die...and the farmers here abouts, tend their crops.....:)


Bad Anspach, Aug 2010 (at the Portuguese Club)


c 2010 our man in europe/dave delacroix

Note: look out for the next OUR MAN in EUROPE sketch: "On her Majesty's Frickin Service!"