Two days into the Pipe Organ Experience course and it is indeed quite an experience waking up to organ music, falling asleep to organ music, feeling the reverberations of your brain matter in tune with the last thing you heard, leaking organ music out of the various orifices throughout the day, basically. Not that it is a bad thing. It just needs a little getting used to I suppose.
What was most disorienting was probably hearing Alain played on the organ. One would never expect that what produces such placid, composed (no pun intended), congregational hymn music can at the same time be so devillishly dissonant and totally embodying the spirit of a ROCK rebellion. It was almost as if the organ suddenly sprouted horns and a pointed tail.
Who needs electric guitars and drums when you have an organ? The audio pyrotechnics that the Beast of Sound can produce are quite impossible to replicate, both in texture or in spirit. And the more organ music I hear, the more I feel that playing anything horribly on the organ amounts to desecration.
More in a while. The incoherence is largely due to the combination of sleep deprivation and having a head throbbing to the pedalworks of some Mendelssohn organ sonata by Felix Hell. He doesn't play like a 19 year old at all.
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