The discontent has to be in proportion to something.
Interpretations I have made of some of my experiences follow.
As I have noted in the glossary, I have heard pipe organs appear in rock songs, and thought it sounded like two performances were trying to upstage each other. These have figured in my complicated relationship with a certain antagonist.
So, once, shortly after the beginning of 2016, I had Miss America come along during a song shuffle on my iPod, and thus sang the original, Comic Five-influenced version of the parody With the Crab Claw
over it. When it ended, I turned the volume all the way down in case of something that could have happened - and did happen. Had I not turned the volume off, a pipe organ blast would have filled my ears.
This sort of thing has happened in my shuffles many, many times (see also the stories Change is Coming: No More Shuffling Blind and Good Riddance to Good Riddance,
or Was It?). It has commonly resulted in me accusing Captain Davy of jumping into my shuffle and attacking me. However, I have reflected on how that time, I had just called him various nasty things, told him to die, and the like. Therefore, I do not blame him. That time.
Realistically speaking, this surely would not have changed things in my shuffles, but I often thank goodness I did not write a parody of the music war
in question itself titled Bother
like my readers had expected, preferring to write my fiction that I was overcoming the organ indirectly by asking a hapless, not completely loyal member of the crew of the Flying Dutchman for help.
If you have read through my pages for the songs off of Styx II, you might have noticed that track number 5 (whose title, if you must know, was Little Fugue in G
) is missing. This could be simply because it had no lyrics, but that was the least of the reasons I had no business with it, for the only thing it did have was that big organ. (And it apparently continued right into the next song, which explains the unusual start to that one, with just one full note from the organ before the drum roll kicked in.)
The existence of that piece on the album is another reason calling him names does not seem like a good idea, for it means he might be able to subject me to over a minute of organ music. Of course, the track in question is not on my iPod, so I do not know if or how he could actually hurl it at me, but I should not give him a reason to do so in any case.