The Very Reverend Sung Long Noone
As we welcome a new “Il Papa” I thought that I should come and say hello from all of us faithful up here at the Monstery!
Looking ahead to a week tip-toeing on the brim of Hades,I thought I should come forth or third and tell you about my fears and shortcomings about whatever it is I have agreed to do with myself and others.
Above you can see me performing Respighi’s Church Windows, which is not what I will be doing this week.
When people use the words “wing it” I try to find an idiom that fits but all I find is idiots and twits, but this may be my lack of humility showing itself to myself when I am not looking!
If there be solace to be found I think it is in Schenectady which I can’t say without tittering and this is forbidden due to my oath and Meatloafs’ too.
Instead of googling all these new words just go look at any church windows from the inside.
If you have a Walkman you are too old to get to the church, but if you have anything that can play music then go play it at a church to YOURSELF.
Preferably with a headset or headphones, but if you can listen to Respighi without any devices then you are probably half way there now!
I love the new Pope’s name, and it reminds me of one of the Monstery co- kneelers who calls himself St. Francis of Asbestos. He was always a bit of his rocker which he sits in for hours at a time in reflection.