The organ is lit up like the stage at Radio City Music Hall. Overblown poppies bloom in Oriental splendor in the organist's iridescent paisley jacket. At the keyboard, he rocks vigorously in gigue time, his rhinestone-decorated black suede shoes dancing over the pedals. Cascading waves of sound shake Manhattan's Carnegie Hall. Then, with a puff of smoke, the organist disappears. Overhead, a glowing portrait of a rotund face with crimped curls and dimpled chin flashes on a screen. The overflow audience explodes in cheers for Virgil Fox and Johann Sebastian Bach.
That kind of...
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