Here’s the song of the centuries you’ve all been waiting for… the old Mitchell living room / church clock, recorded at CD quality in near silence with a condenser microphone:


5 minute MP3 (2.8 MB)
34 minute MP3 (19 MB)
34 minute FLAC (159 MB, lossless compression for audiophiles)

History of the clock (from Jeanne Mitchell)

Daniel Brown Moore, who was a mason and county court clerk in Campbellsville, KY, donated this clock to (Bethel) First Presbyterian Church in that town at some time during the 1850s or 1860s. It is a non-striking clock, so that it would not disturb the church service. The clock stopped working in the 1950s or 1960s, so was given by the church’s Session to Daniel William (“Billy”) Mitchell, who was Mr. Moore’s great grandson, at his request. Mr. Mitchell had become an Elder in that church, after returning from World War II. He, in turn, donated a new electric clock to the church, and the old clock was repaired and hung on Mr. Mitchell’s wall at home. Many people who grew up in, and visited, that house spent hours listening to this old clock. Some people think of the clock’s rhythm as the heartbeat of our family. When Mr. Mitchell passed away in 2012, the clock was temporarily given to his grandson (me) who still has it.

About the clock

The clock is a Regulator, very much like this one:

“The true measure of the justice of a system is the amount of protection it guarantees to the weakest” (Aung San Suu Kyi, In Quest of Democracy).

“A person can seriously do only two things in life: something during the days, and something on nights and weekends” (paraphrasing my uncle, who is a doctor of Christian theology and a Presbyterian pastor).

“Do you bury me when I’m gone\ Do you teach me while I’m here\ Just as soon as I belong, it’s time I disappear” (Metallica, “I Disappear”)

“I’m at peace, with my lust. I can kill, ’cause in God I trust” (Pearl Jam, “Do the Evolution”). I don’t agree with this; I think it’s good social commentary.

“The direction of the eye, so misleading\ The defection of the soul, nauseously quick\ I don’t question our existence\ I just question our modern needs” (Pearl Jam, “Garden”)