the world may never know the true genius of keith the fucking organist. a nicely dressed gentlemen on the outside, but a lost desperate tortured soul on the inside. like most brilliant minds keith had to mask his true feelings for the world in day to day life. classicly trained as a concert pianist by the age of 1, keith found refuge in playing at st. augustine's church. playing such nice songs as "though the mountains may fall" and the timeless classic "on eagles wings". but this didnt satisfy keith, he knew he had to let the world know how he felt. late at night he would sneak into church and play the sounds that were in his head. it was during these late night sessions that keith would bare his soul through the keys he played. these songs were dark, brooding, loathsome and full of despair. then they would turn into loud abbrasive angry noise. and just when it seemed as if the organ would break from the violent abuse, keith would stop and calmly play some of the most beautiful, melodic, serene notes ever created. after a while keith realised that working at st. augustine's wasn't making him happy, and infact it was preventing him from making the music he loved. he began to hate st a's and the songs they forced him to play which he hated. one drunken night keith vented his anger towards st. a's by breaking some of their windows. well when the parish heard about this they shunned keith from the diocese, never to play again. never again would he be allowed to even touch an organ which he so desperately loved. keith was chased out of st. a's by the authorities in the middle of mass to add to the humiliation. but before he fled the scene in his mom's mini van, he stuck his head out the window and with tears running down his cheeks he screamed. in an angry violent voice that could only be described as a death rattle he vowed he would never rest until he got revenge. what ever happened to keith nobody knows for sure, some say without his organ he lost the will to live and died, yet others claim he is now the keyboardist for cradle of filth, and even some suggest that he's now a garbage man with an italian boyfriend he met online. like i said, nobody knows for sure. only one thing is for certain though, we haven't heard the last of keith the organist. there's an old saying that there's a fine line between genius and insanity, and i'd like to think that keith had sex with that line.
some say that if you sneak into st. augustine's church late at night and put your ear to the altar, you can still hear keith playing his organ...
