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We refer to our seven (and a half!) year-old grandson, Jonathan, as our Vice President in charge of Lego projects.       Sunday, for Easter, we took him with us to North United Methodist Church in Indianapolis, about 70 miles away.   Bubby had never attended a church this large, and he was particularly […]

Recently, I opined about the electronic organ.   Today, I would like to discuss a different instrument that, in the past, filled the niche that electronic organs fill today.     Your great-grandmother may have had a small one in her living room.   It often had a hutch, complete with beveled mirror.   It […]

I Want a Principal Within

April 9th, 2012

I once was talking with an organbuilder about an instrument I had recently played that had been built by a the ___ Organ Company.   As I recall, I said something to the effect that I really liked the flutes and strings on this organ, but wasn’t wild about the principals.   His reply to […]

Renovating the Human Soul

April 8th, 2012

  A Wreck of time… As I write this, it is Easter afternoon.   It has been a full day.   Tina and I have been priviledged to have our grandson, age almost 8,  overnight.   This morning, we did the Easter Bunny thing, hunted for eggs in the backyard, and headed off to church. […]

Most electronic organs sound like the taste of yesterday’s bath water. While you’re wrapping your mind around this incongruous observation, I will plunge ahead. Electronic  voice generation (let’s call it EVG, to save me some extra typing), whether for individual deep pedal notes, or for entire stops, or for entire organs, is here to stay. […]

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Ballade of Broken Flutes

March 25th, 2012

In dreams I crossed a barren land, A land of ruin, far away; Around me hung on every hand A deathful stillness of decay; And silent, as in bleak dismay That song should thus forsaken be, On that forgotten ground ther lay The broken flutes of Arcady. The forest that was all so grand When […]

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