My in-laws are fans of clock chimes. I know this because they have a grandfather clock and two other clocks that are set up to go off in succession and not at the same time on the hour (or the half hour, or the quarter hour). The clock in the kitchen chimes in song, and there are multiple choices including Bread’s “If” (I’m certain about this one) and Roberta Flack’s “Killing Me Softly” (I’m not certain about this one but I thought of it at the top of most hours when I was around to hear the extended version of “ding dong*”).
I had a lot of time on my hands during my last visit and was inspired to come up with this list:
Song Chimes Rejected by the Rhythm Clocks Company
1. Crying (Roy Orbison)
2. Stan (Eminem)
3. You Oughta Know (Alanis Morissette)
4. F—k tha Police (NWA)
5. The Walking Dead theme song (Bear McCreary)
6. Billy Don’t Be a Hero (Paper Lace)
7. Cat Scratch Fever (Ted Nugent)
8. Luka (Suzanne Vega)
9. Disco Duck (Rick Dees)
10. Good Bye Earl (Dixie Chicks)
11. Sexy MF (Prince)
12. Rehab (Amy Winehouse)
*I’m not a crabby, ninety-five-year-old woman in a nearly-forty-eight-year-old’s body, I promise. Also, this list amuses me on a level that borders Ridiculous. Yes, I amuse myself: I said it. Hush.
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Well you don’t complain about our clock to much. But we love that our clock is loud but it just chimes the number of hours and half hour.
My dad was the same way. All of the clocks chimed at different times of the day (never the same time). Whenever a new friend came over they always thought the doorbell was ringing all the time. He has passed, and I have most of the clocks. I’ve made sure they don’t chime (Usually Westminster Abby) but I love the ticking. Oh, we have one at our cabin that makes the sound that loons make. Consequently, the loons hang out in front of our dock.
I can barely sleep at my parents’ house anymore because of all the damn clocks. Is this an older people thing? Huh.