PipeChat Digest #4850 - Monday, October 25, 2004
Re: PipeChat Digest #4849 - 10/24/04
  by "Stan Yoder" <vze2myh5@verizon.net>
Re: Fwd: Atlantic City Convention Hall organs
  by <TRACKELECT@cs.com>
Re: Fwd: Atlantic City Convention Hall organs
  by "John L. Speller" <jlspeller@swbell.net>
Atlantic City Convention Hall organs
  by <Wuxuzusu@aol.com>
[VERY LONG] Funerals, Methodists, and Politics
  by "Glenda" <gksjd85@direcway.com>
Reprise: Funerals, Methodists, and Politics
  by "Glenda" <gksjd85@direcway.com>
Re: Reprise: Funerals, Methodists, and Politics
  by "Tim Bovard" <tmbovard@earthlink.net>
Re: [VERY LONG] Funerals, Methodists, and Politics
  by <OMusic@aol.com>

(back) Subject: Re: PipeChat Digest #4849 - 10/24/04 From: "Stan Yoder" <vze2myh5@verizon.net> Date: Sun, 24 Oct 2004 07:57:09 -0400   The 17-in-the-choir was a reference to 1st Prez. A bit of a motley crew, = augmented by some voice students from CMU earning pin money. The Zion choir is meager: 17-18 if = all there, but they never are. 12 seems usual on Sundays. George has had to shuffle the anthem sked = somewhat to suit who's going to be there. While I'm playing all this month, I've still been going = to rehearsals as a gesture of support.   Nov. 7th, the Organ Artists Series, in collab with Shadyside Prez, is = bringing Michael Barone, host of the syndicated "Pipedreams" radio program. Some of our locals will be = playing things he chose, including local composers. It'll eventually turn up, edited, as one of the = radio programs. That same evening I'm playing the prelude for Compline at Heinz Chapel. Being All = Saints' Sunday, I'm doing treatments of appropriate Gregorian themes by Gerald Near and Everett = Titcomb. Nothing fancy, anyway they do not want rambunctious stuff, given Compline's subdued atmosphere.   Stan   BTW, I remember the demolition of that church on Centre Av.    
(back) Subject: Re: Fwd: Atlantic City Convention Hall organs From: <TRACKELECT@cs.com> Date: Sun, 24 Oct 2004 14:43:33 EDT   Mike Gettelman Wrote:   > My wish, however, is that all the original parts of this historic instrument be somehow preserved as archival material, and be placed in some sort of museum setting for all future generations to see and study.<   My thoughts exactly. The Boardwalk Hall organs are indeed historic pieces = and as much of the original should be preserved as possible. But on the other hand we want them to WORK and continue working for a very long time. The = EP combination action and relays take up huge amounts of space and will = require countless man hours to rebuild. Once converted to solid state the empty = relay room(s) would make a good museum with a relay stack set up as an exhibit. = I tend to think that they would want to go with a domestic manufacturer given the current political conditions. Peterson, Klann, Devtronics, Justin Madders = and a New Jersey firm, Emutek make solid state controls in the US. Microprocessor = based multiplex systems would save considerable time and facilitate = installation. Such things as the huge cables running between chambers and console could = be eliminated as well as voltage drops caused by long the distances. A thin microphone style communication cable is all that is required and driver = boards can be placed in the chambers. The movable 5 manual console could be brought back =   into service with only a small, removable cable connecting it to the main = organ. I know that organists hate to consider such possibilities but record - playback capability would enable the organs to be heard more frequently = and isn't that what we all want?   Cheers:   Alan B  
(back) Subject: Re: Fwd: Atlantic City Convention Hall organs From: "John L. Speller" <jlspeller@swbell.net> Date: Sun, 24 Oct 2004 13:56:22 -0500     ----- Original Message ----- From: TRACKELECT@cs.com To: pipechat@pipechat.org Sent: Sunday, October 24, 2004 1:43 PM Subject: Re: Fwd: Atlantic City Convention Hall organs     Mike Gettelman Wrote: > I know that organists hate to consider such possibilities but record - playback > capability would enable the organs to be heard more frequently and isn't that > what we all want?   Playback capability has other advantages as well. For one thing it = enables the organist to get off his or her bench and hear how well the = registration he or she has chosen for a particular piece works in other parts of the room. When the instrument is being recorded for a compact disc, the recording can be made many times with the playback capability in order to choose the best "take", and furthermore you don't need to worry about the temperature being just right for the organ to be in tune, and the = recording engineer doesn't even have to be there while your'e dealing with all that kind of stuff. When the recording engineer does come it is just a matter = of turning the instrument on and recording the playback.   John Speller      
(back) Subject: Atlantic City Convention Hall organs From: <Wuxuzusu@aol.com> Date: Sun, 24 Oct 2004 15:56:58 EDT   Greetings all,   It might help for interested folks to go to the ACCHOS website for updates=20 and perhaps membership in the group raising money to redo this gigantic=20 instrument.=20   http://www.acchos.org/   Stan Krider   In a message dated 10/24/2004 5:01:52 AM Eastern Daylight Time,=20 pipechat@pipechat.org writes: Subject: Re: Fwd: Atlantic City Convention Hall organs From: "Mike Gettelman" <mike3247@earthlink.net> Date: Sat, 23 Oct 2004 13:23:08 -0400   Hi Andr=E9s, Glad to hear you are busy, for that can only be a good thing=20 considering your drastic change of venue (so to speak). I, for one,=20 would be interested to hear about what you are up to and how things are=20 working out for you. I hope all your dreams are coming true. The Atlantic City Organ story has fascinated me since the beginning=20 of my plunge into the world of pipe organs just about 5 years ago. The=20 novice cannot help but be interested in the extreme examples of the=20 subject, and there is no more extreme organs than those at Boardwalk Hall. The part of me that wants so much to hear the Midmer Losh speak=20 again in completeness agrees with you that the original combination=20 system is far too cumbersome and unreliable to warrant expending=20 precious funds in its restoration. A modern digital system seems the way=20 to go in all practicality. My wish, however, is that all the=20 original parts of this historic instrument be somehow preserved as=20 archival material, and be placed in some sort of museum setting for all=20 future generations to see and study. Like the bones of dinosaurs, these=20 materials will never be replicated, and are essential to the study of=20 the original instrument. I'm not sure what ACCHOS has in mind about this=20 and have seen no mention as to their intent. Obviously the priority is=20 to regain the function of the instrument, but I so hope the history will=20 not get trampled as a result. I've not spent nearly as much time studying about the Kimball Organ=20 to know just what is intended for it. My understanding is that after=20 reconnecting the cut cables, it is pretty much functional as is. If=20 restoration can be accomplished with the original systems and be=20 reliable, then I am all for staying faithful to the original=20 construction as possible. In any event, I am elated that efforts continue to move us closer to=20 the day we may hear these wonderful old relics come to life again. I've=20 often thought that might not actually happen in my lifetime, but now I=20 have renewed hope. Thanks to ACCHOS and the many people who are laboring=20 on behalf of that dream. I want to particularly acknowledge Jack=20 Clotsworthy, a fellow listmember whom I am happy to call personal=20 acquaintance and friend. It's through the selfless efforts of folks like=20 him that we may all have the chance to hear these magnificent pieces of=20 history reclaimed. Cheers  
(back) Subject: [VERY LONG] Funerals, Methodists, and Politics From: "Glenda" <gksjd85@direcway.com> Date: Sun, 24 Oct 2004 16:02:52 -0500   Funerals, Methodists, and Politics   It was another strange week. I knew it was starting off badly. Friday I received a series of e-mails from my boss' secretary summoning me to the boss' office in Pensacola. No clue was given as to subject matter. She has never been one to just pick up a phone and have polite conversation, ask her questions and be done with it. But then I had discovered some time back that common sense was irrelevant, and indeed a hindrance, to performing this job. The meeting was scheduled, then I received a call that a former friend and fellow vestryman from my St. A days had died of a massive stroke. The funeral was scheduled for the same time as the meeting.   I thought I was going to have to forego the funeral, but at the last minute the mysterious meeting was cancelled. In the meantime three different friends offered me a job, office space at a phenomenally low price, and some job postings for positions in Tallahassee. Still full of questions as to what was going on, I nevertheless attended the funeral at my old church.   Since I had left St. A's I had not attended any programs or services there. While I had kept in touch with parishioners and staff and had been there several times to practice (hey, they gave me keys to the church even after I resigned), I had purposely not interested myself in the physical surroundings, leaving the lights off when visiting (I think it is called "willful blindness"). Suddenly there I was on the back pew with people I'd known for years. They all seemed glad to see me, and several mentioned delight at the rumor that I was going to play a recital there in the near future. My two kid acolytes, children of the deceased, were serving, but they were now grown, one married with a baby, and the other in the military. The walls I remembered as a soft golden color, which washed the whole room in reflected holy light, were now a fashionable dingy khaki green. The service likewise lacked luster: the priest mistakenly gave a benediction instead of the peace, everything seemed mildly chaotic and the organ music left much to be desired. All in all I left with an eerie feeling. It was nice to see some of the parishioners. But it was no longer home to me, and you know what Thomas Wolfe said about going back home.   I had taken one hour of leave to attend the funeral, and traveled on to Crestview to work. I had planned to spend my lunch hour at the Methodist church preparing to substitute at the organ Sunday for my friend. I spoke briefly to the secretary, acknowledging the prior mixup on the Gloria Patri and pointing out the correct one for her bulletin. I was happily informed there would be no Gloria Patri this Sunday. No one has ever explained to me the Methodist rule for when they sing it and when they omit it, when they say the Apostle's Creed and when they don't. We Episcopalians always completed the Gradual with the GP and always recited the Nicene Creed like clockwork.   Anyway, just as I reached the quiet of the sanctuary and began practice, I was interrupted by the new minister. He put in telling me about all the changes in the music program he wanted to implement. I was very uncomfortable, because I'm only the substitute, and he hadn't bothered to discuss all this with his minister of music or the organist. He offered me a job as the church pianist, because he wanted all organ-piano duet music. Been there, done that, graduated, got the T-shirt, and moved on. He wanted all 'up-beat' music during the service, and had changed the chosen hymns. He proceeded to change the tune of the Doxology to 'Lasst uns erfreuen'. No problem for me, but what about the choir and congregation?   Finally he left. I looked at the selections I had brought with me for consideration of instrumental music and thought, "Guess I'll go back to the drawing board now." Now you know why I need short flashy postludial music. When I got to work I left a message for my organist friend, the incumbent, to warn him what was in the offing at his church.   More deaths followed this week. For some reason I didn't find out about the funeral of our former family doctor and my cousin until after the fact. Court went off without a hitch, and the judge was actually pleasant. I continued practicing the organ every afternoon, putting in between 1-2 hours and incrementally gaining, although not moving as fast as I wanted. I was hampered by two critical notes being out on two different ranks, which prevented my working on the trio sonata with the planned registration. And I was having trouble committing to memory the patterns of internal voices, particularly the note values and rests, on the Mendelssohn. Although hampered by my perennial impatience and stress, both which impinged on my concentration, I knew that it was important to keep plodding along doggedly, and that with discipline and persistence would come eventual success. I resolved to pull out a newer edition to see if it would help, and I also toyed with the idea of a employing a coach, an excellent teacher in a neighboring state who came highly recommended.   Here I snipped a huge rambling discourse on politics, voter fraud allegations, the new "Christians vs. liberals" debate which incenses me to no end, the power of God and the function of prayer - you can thank me later.   Sunday's service looked like this:   Prelude: Toccata in G - Dennis Eliot Call to worship: some ditty called "Call to praise" I had to sight-read at the piano for the choir Hymn: Rejoice, the Lord is King (Darwall's 148th) Pastoral prayer: Sweet hour of prayer (because that was the associate minister's request lying on the keyboard this morning) Hymn: Because He lives (I think there's only one) Offertory: One of Gerald Near's variations on "Adoro te devote" followed by Karg-Elert's "O my soul, rejoice with gladness" Doxology: we were back to Old Hundredth, thank goodness Choir anthem (a capella): "Hark I hear the harps eternal" - Parker/Shaw Invitational hymn: Come, ye sinners, poor and needy (Restoration) "Going Forth" ditty: Freely, freely Postlude: Fanfare - Lemmens   Today I was given a multitude of directions just before the service, unlike the other six or more previous times I played there. Again I was offered a paying church pianist position, this time by the minister of music. The girl who usually plays the choir anthem and call to worship was not asked, and I wondered why - she is very proficient and talented. Again for some reason I didn't pipe in with "Hell, no, I don't want to play here regularly." I felt nervous, and asked, God, are you offering me a second job because Rick is about to lose his? You know I am not a Methodist. I love Leon - we've played together many times before in AGO events and recitals. We could have fun thwarting the pastor's intent by playing classical duets and mixing up the harmonizations of the hymns, but this is not really what I want to do. I am a Calvinist in Anglo-Catholic clothing, and have successfully resisted returning to the Baptist roots where I was so dissatisfied. I don't think I could handle playing piano and doing the same hymns over and over - either "Because He lives" or "To God be the glory" every Sunday.   The service went well, but again the earth did not move for me. We sang the hymns in cut time, and again the music minister did not even catch his breath between the stanzas. I received lots of compliments (always a boost to my sagging morale), and I was again mesmerized by the associate pastor's prayer (the man is articulate and means what he says). The people were very friendly and kind. Kevin's stated reason for sticking to Old Hundredth was so that I wouldn't get blamed for playing the wrong Doxology like I did last time on the Gloria Patri. That explanation worked for me. I preferred the Old Hundredth tune anyway.   Somehow I found myself agreeing to play the piano in two weeks for the early morning service in chapel. Why did I do that? No, I haven't been close enough to a horse to get kicked in the head, and I haven't been drinking, even though I have a headache. Maybe the medication is overworking, and I am becoming nice. Heaven forbid! God wouldn't allow that to happen, would he?   Glenda Sutton gksjd85@direcway.com          
(back) Subject: Reprise: Funerals, Methodists, and Politics From: "Glenda" <gksjd85@direcway.com> Date: Sun, 24 Oct 2004 18:50:03 -0500   Oh, I forgot to tell you the best part. I walked out to the organ to begin the prelude, brimming with last-minute instructions. I was so deep in thought I wasn't paying attention. Then I checked my registration and lifted my hands to start, then thought, "What is that noise?"   The sound guy in the gallery was playing some sort of canned praise music. I swear to you it had no tune and the words were unintelligible. They had never done that before, and I wondered whose bright idea that was. I thought, Do I wait for him to turn it off? Then I looked at my watch and it was five minutes til. I said, "Hell, no, I'll blast through that stuff."   It was off with a screech in a nanosecond.   Glenda Sutton gksjd85@direcway.com            
(back) Subject: Re: Reprise: Funerals, Methodists, and Politics From: "Tim Bovard" <tmbovard@earthlink.net> Date: Sun, 24 Oct 2004 20:11:26 -0500   At 06:50 PM 10/24/2004, Glenda wrote: <snip> >"Hell, no, I'll blast >through that stuff." > >It was off with a screech in a nanosecond.     ROTFLMAO!   GO, GLENDA!!!!!   --Tim (who bets the sound guy didn't know what hit him...!!)    
(back) Subject: Re: [VERY LONG] Funerals, Methodists, and Politics From: <OMusic@aol.com> Date: Mon, 25 Oct 2004 00:33:19 EDT   Glenda, Thanks for your posts. I always enjoy them. You have a real "nack" for writing, and must be a fantastic lawyer, as well as organist. I enjoyed = meeting you and having a face to put with your posts. This weekend we went to Wichita, Ks to the Century II Theater Organ = concert to hear Jelani, who was wonderful, despite the dead room with no = reverbation. We then went to the reception where we had more music and lots of food. Sunday we left Wichita and went to Norman, OK to hear a classical organ = recital by Dr. Samuel Porter, the former organist of the church. It was wonderful, = but he played everything faster than it is usually played. There were only a handfull of people there. We didn't make it to the concert in Ft. Worth. = By the time the other concert was finished it was too late. So, we came hom and rested. Sincerely, Lee