I love sitting in a large medieval cathedral during a recessional and watching the response of the tourists who have been quietly shuffling around in the side aisles. I’ve seen many literally duck-and-cover—knees bent, arms protecting their heads—when the organist lets out the stops. It is incredibly loud.
A yes, the organ. For the first 30 years of my life, I attended a beautiful Romanesque Church with perfect acoustics that had the most wonderful organ I have ever heard. The famed Charles Curboin played that organ when he came to the States from Belgium. The church is gone and the organ moved to a modern edifice with a poor sound system and on one floor. It's a sad loss to those of us who remember all those stops being pulled out especially with the privilege of being a choir member
I love sitting in a large medieval cathedral during a recessional and watching the response of the tourists who have been quietly shuffling around in the side aisles. I’ve seen many literally duck-and-cover—knees bent, arms protecting their heads—when the organist lets out the stops. It is incredibly loud.
A yes, the organ. For the first 30 years of my life, I attended a beautiful Romanesque Church with perfect acoustics that had the most wonderful organ I have ever heard. The famed Charles Curboin played that organ when he came to the States from Belgium. The church is gone and the organ moved to a modern edifice with a poor sound system and on one floor. It's a sad loss to those of us who remember all those stops being pulled out especially with the privilege of being a choir member
I love music. Especially Montravani style. I as a girl would in the summer go to the Charles River on summer's e
I went to the Hatch Shell listening to the Boston Pops and conductor Arthur Feidler. Such great memories.