The video above gives a tour of the Charles Baird Carillon, a massive musical machine made up of 43,000 pounds of bells that take up the tenth floor of the tower.
from “Towering Resonance” — via the incomparable Lara Zielin
I absolutely love belltowers. Real ones. With real bells, not speakers. I grew up in sight of the Duke University belltower (you could see it across the forest from my mother’s bedroom window). I work every week day under the eye of the Burton Tower at the University of Michigan. My college roommate took the 1-credit carillon class, and I was way jealous–I couldn’t take it because I couldn’t sight-read music. I eventually wrote a story about bells, one of those “fairy tales with zombies and belltowers” stories that are just everywhere…
I am also allergic to lemons. Which is apparently a fairy allergy, according to my friend Laura. She has diagnosed me as having fey blood, due to my wedding pictures where the arrangement of my hair makes me look like I have pointed ears in half the shots. Laura says that the lemon allergy is my payment for being able to handle cold iron (blacksmithing obsession)–and now that I think about it, it’s probably what allows me to bear–and love–the sound of big, churchy bells.