My cousin suggested we go to a place called The Organ Stop Pizzeria in Mesa. It was described as a pizza restaurant with live organ music. It is so popular that it is advised to go early to avoid the long lines. Well, I'm game for just about anything. The place was pretty big. We ordered our pizza (which was very good, by the way). At four-thirty exactly the sound of organ music drifted up from somewhere. At the front of the place a huge (and I mean HUGE) Wurlitzer organ rose from the depths, on a rotating stage. Holy Cow! It was the gaudiest, ugliest monstrosity I have ever seen. And it was LOUD! This four-manual baby has every bell and whistle (quite literally) ever invented. While the music blared away there was a kind of light show. At the same time hanging glass panels danced in the breeze from the mass of pipes that was displayed behind them. This is not the kind of music that interests me at all. After the novelty of the situation wore off (ten minutes) I was bored with the spectacle. Obviously a lot of people enjoy this sort of thing, and that's fine, but I am not one of them. This show was so over the top that Liberace was a choir boy in comparison, Lawrence Welk's Champagne Hour was a Zen meditation retreat. If they gave a Nobel Prize in Kitsch the Organ Stop Pizzeria would win it hands (and feet) down.
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