A Republican who appreciates the glorious sounds that only a pipe organ can produce can't be all bad. I take back everything I said about you behind your back.
Unfortunately, your AADD seems to be as much a hindrance to your enjoyment of music as it has proven too often to be when discussing various politicians -- especially people you don't agree with.
That is, you tend to make things up when your memory fails you. A little attention to facts will help, even though your general impressions are often 75-80% correct. That's often good enough in the world of ideas, but won't suffice in the real world we live in, where a foot is not "about" 12 inches and the precision craftsmanship employed in building pipe organs requires somewhat more attention to detail than some folks on this forum are capable of.
When dealing with the King of Instruments, you can at least get the name of the builder right, right?
Take note, or take notes if you please:
The Los Angeles Art Organ Company (long since defunct) built that six-manual monster organ for the St. Louis World's Fair. John Wanamaker later expanded and enlarged it with numerous ranks including some of the most beautiful strings I've ever heard for his Philadelphia store, as you will no doubt agree if you have the Virgil Fox recording of "Come, Sweet Death" played on this intrument.
The console of the organ he played, controlling the pipes at the Organ Loft in Salt Lake City, has "just" five manuals, not six.
If high-volume rock concerts can't blow out light bulbs and shatter windows, why should a pipe organ which produces, for the most part, music and not noise?
If you ever want to expand your collection of organ music, BTW, let me recommend the Organ Historical Society's catalogue as the most complete on-line source of both classical and theatre organ recordings, plus some books you won't find at Amazon. If you join, you get a discount on some products. I've ordered from them for years and am very satisfied with their prompt service.
You being a Texan, sink, you probably know of Fulton Lewis, Jr. He was a red-baiting radio commentator, in the employ of H. L. Hunt. His program ran all over the place, several times a day where I lived. H. L. paid for it all. That was before talk radio, and equal time rules applied.
He was also an organist. Had a Wurlitzer (I think) in his home. So did Herb Shriner, the Hoosier humorist. Small world, huh?
Still arrogant as hell, I see.