Bonjour Foxie Followers.
As Toorak girls will all know, we have to too frequently endure the mediocre hum of chapel. This usually entails sitting in awkward silence next to people you just had class with, so generally not your friends, while the people you really would have preferred to sit with are attempting to contain their smirks and laughter across the room. While you're squished, sitting in awkward agony the ReverendLovejoy plays relaxing music.
It's this music I absolutely loathe. I suppose the real aim of the amateur calls of the fife is to calm us down to a place of serenity. A place within our soul, apparently.
But in all honesty, someone with an averagely brilliant mind waddled down to the beach with a windpipe and recorder, and taped the abuse of silence - that is the confusion of the sounds of waves and lack of wind-talent - to produce what seems like a never ending track of, quite bluntly, noise.
I think the worst aspect of these 'serenity' tracks is the fact that there's one track, but it goes for lightyears. The waves come to a soft halt, the piper takes a brief breath, and you exhale (probably while focusing on your inner energy) thinking "phew, that's over", but it's not!!! And that's the stressful part. I feel it's almost counterproductive.
So next time, Reverend. KillJoy, you want to calm me down, snap that fife, chuck on some Beatles, and let me be in charge of my inhaling and exhaling.
Stay Tuned.
life's narcissistic narrator.
+ the red fox.
-OVER AND OUT-
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