re: #160 GeneJockey
My Dad had an old Columbia LP of E. Power Biggs playing that, which he used to play every Sunday morning. I therefore associate it with happy memories like the smell of frying bacon and eggs, or of lamb kidneys stewed with mushrooms, rather than the horror movie associations many folks have.
My wife, OTOH, grew up next to a church full of hypocritical Calvinists, so she loaths organ music.
Here’s the orchestral version: