Wednesday, May 14, 2008

For Whom the Bell Tolls

I probably shouldn't write this post. I'm not looking for any sort of remedy, just merely commenting on a minor irritation - something akin to a bit of sand getting in your shoe or a mosquito buzzing around your head while you're trying to sleep in a tent. Or something.

We live in a lovely neighbourhood near a church. Last year, out of the blue, said church started doing a New Thing(TM). Every day at lunchtime it starts up a carillon of bells. This lasts for an hour. Then again, near suppertime, another half hour of the bells.

For people who like bell music, this is a lovely thing. For me? I'm not so hip to the bells and I think it might be an evil plot to slowly drive me insane. And it's not as if there is some devoted musician banging away on the bells, risking his life to climb up high into a dimly lit, dusty, bat-infested tower - we're talking about a recording. I know this to be true because one day the recording got stuck and started skipping over the same few bars over and over and over and over. And over.

But I'm still here. I didn't go stark raving that day. It was a close one, though.

The tunes are lovely hymns, many of which I like. This is a good thing because I get to hear the same ones every day. Twice a day. And sometimes more often - because it seems to be a fairly short loop. Another bonus is that twice a day I know exactly what time it is.

The bell issue is not something I care to write a strongly worded letter about or anything, after all, it's a church and it's a carillon of hymns, for Pete's sake. I guess it's just that in a world that's already filled with noise - traffic, sirens, construction, my daughter screaming - having any sort of music blaring out over loudspeakers twice a day every day seems just a little, well...I should just shut up about this before I get smoted.


Monnik said...

God hates getting an earworm too. I hear that He gets "How Great Thou Art" stuck in his head all the time.

Ok - there you go. Now the smiting will be aimed at me. :)

Sparky said...

Dear Lord! How about you go over there and duct tape a Post It note to the front door that reads 'Cut it out!' :) Imagine their dismay at trying to figure that out. Would cause lots of excitment and maybe a letter to the editor of your local paper. Hehehehe

Steph said...

Thanks for sharing the smiting, Monnik! A friend of mine calls certain types of gospel music (the badly performed kind) "God-bothering music." That cracks me up every time. KAPOW! (Smote.)

Sparky - I think maybe something bigger than a Post-it note. Or maybe I should do a recording of my own and play it really loudly every Sunday morning....('Course that would annoy EVERYONE.)

momma's heart said...

A whole hour a day! Yikes. I didn't grow up in church, so I never learned to appreciate many hymns. Too bad it isn't some jazzy Christian rock. That would make my day!