Musical adventures:Pipe organ with Birds

You can choose to listen to this blogpost. The snippet which I talk about is at the end of this blogpost.

Today, I’m sharing a small audio snippet of a music experiment. For this experiment, I used a recording of birdsong layered with an excerpt from Bach’s small prelude in F which I recorded on the Van Dam Pipe Organ. I quite liked the ensuing effect which makes it seem as if the Pipe Organ is outdoors, with the faint hum of traffic in the background ( wooded areas in the Netherlands are never really all that far from traffic).

On one of my recorded practice sessions, there was a meeting going on in church while I was playing the organ. I found the murmur of voices in the background to be an interesting effect, but it’s not something I would share as the conversation is decipherable. I do like this impression from the recording where we become conscious of the world in which the music is taking place. Perhaps a recording in a market space would be interesting to layer under or on top of a piece. I shall have to venture out on a market day to see what I can capture.

I tried to explain to my organ teacher how when I am writing, I am thinking about more things than words. I am thinking of sound and light, of images and movement and how I have been thinking of composing something that will reflect the world I see and hear in my head. I’m not very good at talking spontaneously about my work, so it came out a bit garbled. But I do want to try and see if I can create something that reflects the sound tapestry of the world I’m currently working on.

On King’s Day, we attended a concert given by my organ teacher. These organ concerts were launched two years ago with the intention of generating funds for the upkeep of the monumental Van Dam organ. Seated in the church, I found myself thinking of the birds, of cathedrals, of sound, of the ways in which we move through time, and through the world.

Sometime ago, I had this brief conversation with my son where we talked about FOMO (fear of missing out) which seems like a spirit that haunts this age. As if we will miss out on something if we are not perpetually visible online or present at gatherings or in chats. To not be in motion or to not be seen seems to bring about a kind of restless anxiety.

I thought about this more deeply and came to the conclusion that there is no need to rush, no need for this anxiety. Even when having a cancer diagnosis means there is no guarantee of how long or short life might be, there’s no need to rush anything. I thought to myself: it’s the same for everyone actually. Just that people with a life-threatening diagnosis experience this awareness more keenly than people who don’t have one.

Perhaps one of the most valuable things I have learned from the work I do is the importance of intention and intentionality. It makes a huge difference in how I step out to meet life. I think of what appointments I make and why I choose to make them.

I suppose this is also why I am enjoying Bach so much. There is a lot of intention and thought in Bach’s work and every note feels like it has a purpose. It’s not just there to be pretty, it’s been set with intention. The challenge for the musician becomes: how do I interpret and bring out that intention.

It’s like life. We can choose how we want to live it. We can choose to retreat, to focus only on ourselves, but we can choose to step out intentionally. We can choose not to close our eyes to what’s going on. We can choose to join our voices and our strength. We can choose to advocate for a better world, for better circumstances, for each of us to be and to do better.

On that note, I’m leaving this small bit of audio from my experimentation of mixing Bach on the pipe organ with birdsong from the park in our neighbourhood. I hope you enjoy listening to it. Until next time, blessings and peace and Maraming Salamat for dropping by.

Excerpt from Bach’s small prelude in F with birdsong

Musical Adventures: In search of sound

(If you prefer, you can listen to the audio recording of this post. It’s a 6 minute listen.)

I’ll be having my third organ lesson soon, and I realise that it won’t be long before I need an instrument with at least twenty-seven foot pedals to practice on when I’m at home. My organ teacher, B. K., recommended that I make a visit to Stolk Orgels, the place where he’d bought his own organ. 

So, we made the trip to Stolk; an establishment that boasts quite a reasonable collection of new and occasion organs. 

B.K. had told me that he doesn’t like the Hauptwerk organ because it’s actually a computer. 

There was a Hauptwerk organ in Stolk, and after the showroom organist had shown us a selection from their stock of new organs, he showed us what a Hauptwerk organ can do and why it’s become quite popular. 

It was interesting to learn that you can programme a Hauptwerk to sound like the any famous pipe organ you fancy. So, you can pick anything from the organ in Amsterdam’s Oude Kerk to the Notre-Dame de Valerie in Switzerland. 

The showroom organist told us that he’d recently had a Hauptwerk organ made to spec and it was a source of continuing frustration. When the computer works, it’s great, but when the computer breaks down, it’s a drama. (I’m sure there are people who love this kind of organ, but I quickly realised it wasn’t for me.)

I also didn’t dare to ask how much these things cost new because by the time we headed into the occasion section, it was pretty clear that even a secondhand organ was going to be a pricey investment. 

We listened to the organist as he played on a Johannus organ which is one of the best known brands in the world of organs. It has a clear and robust sound and I suppose this is one of the reasons why it’s so well-liked. We also listened to the Content organ which has a warmer, more romantic sound. 

I can’t help thinking about the time I went in search of a piano. 

Granted, my Grotrian Steinweg has been refurbished, but when I heard it for the first time, I felt something in my insides. Something that said: this is the one. 

My piano tuner says that old pianos have this warmth about their sound that you don’t get in modern pianos. Maybe a Fazioli would have it. As I’ve never played on one, I wouldn’t know. I once played on an older Bechstein and the feelings I had for that piano are similar for the feelings I have for my Grotrian. Maybe I just love the sound of instruments that carry some sort of history with them. 

I didn’t have this feeling with the organs we saw in the main showroom. There wasn’t this moment of wowness and ‘I am in love’.

So, I asked the organist/showroom person, if he’d ever heard of Eminent organs. Jan used to work for Eminent and he once put together an organ which was given a place in his mother’s bedroom. The funny thing is, no one played the organ in that house and except for the few moments when the grandkids were allowed to play around with the thing, we hardly ever saw or heard it. Still, I was curious if the name Eminent organs meant something to the organist who was showing us around. 

Eminent organs are Dutch-made organs. There’s an entire history about the company on the Eminent website, but the showroom specialist told us that they’ve fallen behind in terms of commercial viability. A trivia thing, which may or may not be true, was that there were two people left building these organs at the mother company. It made me a bit sad to hear this. 

“It just so happens that I have a beautiful Eminent in the back,” the organist told us. 

He led us to the backroom and showed us an organ with a beautiful honey oak cabinet. It had real wood levers, it had something like 6 or 8 woofers (I don’t remember the exact number) and it had come from the home of an 80-year old man who could no longer see well enough to play the organ. It was magnificent. 

As we stood there in awe, the organist took his seat at the organ, pulled out registers and started to play. 

Sound. 

I remember falling in love with the sound of a pipe organ being played in the belly of an old Dutch church. There’s nothing like it really. It sounds and resounds all around you and for a while, it feels as if you are part of this gigantic resonance. You are inside this instrument and when you open your mouth and sing, your voice joins with the voices coming from those pipes. 

Of course, house organs can’t possibly compare, but the sound this organ produced captured my imagination. It was like golden light, clear and warm wrapping itself around the listener. For a while, I was spellbound. I wanted to sit at this instrument, I wanted to press its keys, I wanted to be embraced in its sound. 

Alas, this organ was too large. (It was also way beyond my budget) 

Practicality overrules the desire to own a thing. I have seen and heard a beautiful and enchanting thing. It doesn’t mean I have to own it.