What record is sitting on the turntable in Norman Bates’ room on his mother’s motel?

Beethoven’s “Eroica” Symphony. The kinky bugger. He had a Napoleon complex — Lovely Ludwing Van had a flirtation many artsy anti monarchy Europeans shared when the Frenchman first came to power. Or maybe Norman just thought it spelled “Erotica.” Cold comfort to Marian Crane, who should have noticed all the birds the creep stuffed, remembered her avian last name and fled.

First up in this concert,  a suite of music from the score of the Appalachian Carolina Civil War romance “Cold Mountain.”

But why is it that every film, concert or funeral I  attend has me parked next to the one ill mannered rube who insists on playing with her/his phone?

As Jack Donaghy memorably put it in many an episode of “30 Rock” when confronted by such gaucherie, “What are we, farmers?”