I was toodling down Georgia Ave this morning on by bike when I heard bells suddenly starting to peel. Nothing unusual in that around Sewanee–to my right was the Breslin Tower, and beyond that the Shapard Tower of All Saints Chapel. But these bells were coming from my left. I looked over toward the front of St. Luke’s Hall to see this sight:
For some reason, there was a Mobile Carillon set up on the path. Inside, playing away was Ray Gotko, who ordinarily plays the carillon at All Saints. “This,” he said, “is the original definition of a contraption.” He didn’t have much a of sense of why it was there. “It’s annoyng,” he said. “Everything’s in the wrong place.” I shot some video of him playing but my phone ran out of storage space. I’ll try to go over in the next few days to catch Ray again. “It’s here all month,” he told me.
Be not afeard; the isle is full of noises,
Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices
That, if I then had waked after long sleep,
Will make me sleep again: and then, in dreaming,
The clouds methought would open and show riches
Ready to drop upon me that, when I waked,
I cried to dream again.