It’s Saturday morning, the church is free, the organ is free, and most importantly you have a spare half an hour whilst Mrs stmarysorganist takes the children into town. Just enough time to get to grips with that bit you always mess up in the G minor Fugue. (You know the bit where all fingers, thumbs, toes, ankles, legs and arms are spinning in opposite directions?) Your whole body is relying on your gluteus maximus doing a job it wasn’t designed for.
The church is open to the public – what could possibly go wrong?
Pom diddle-diddle-dee Pom diddle-diddle-dee doodle dum dum dum Pom diddle-diddle-dee doodle dum dum dum…
“Practicing are you?”
“Yes – are you visiting?” (said in a ‘charming-organist-of-church-not-wanting-to-offend-anyone’ kind of way).
“Yes – we’ve never been to this church before. You know it’s so nice to come into a church and hear the organ being played. I’m Ernest Lee-Blathering and this is my wife, Constance.That piece sounds difficult – having some trouble are you?”.
“Well yes. It’s Bach’s G minor Fugue – a magnificent piece and needs a lot of pract..”
“Ah well, we’ve got a FANTASTIC organist at our church..”
“Oh really, and where’s that?” (feigning interest and keeping calm)
“St Bunion’s in Whiplash. We’ve got a 1850 Father Willis, untouched – 3 manual. The organist is a very young man, Peter Overly-Brill. Have you heard of him?… No?.. … Well,… HE’s very talented. Do you know, he got his FRCO when he was just 12? Blindfolded, won all the prizes. He can play that “Staccato” piece by Vee Door from memory, with his eyes shut…. He practices all the time…. night and day….”
“Gosh – how lucky for you, and him. It is difficult finding the time to practice, This is my monthly half-hour slot. So, it’s been really interesting talking to you, and I’d love to carry on listening to you, but I really must…”
“This is a very big church – do you get many in your congregation?”
( …red rag to a bull….)
“Yes, actually we do. We have several services each Sunday and also during the week.There is an 8.30 early morning service, and a 9.30 which is a family service, more suited to people with young children. We also have a more traditional service at 11 where our boys’ and mens’ choir…”
“..you see, at St Bunion’s they are queueing outside half an hour before the services, just to hear Peter play. Do they do that here?”
” err..not every week, no. But it’s been lovely listening to you, you’ll have to excuse me – I have to do my practice. Please do come again”
Pom diddle-diddle-dee, Pom diddle-diddle-dee, doodle dum dum dum….
doodle dum dum dum
( stmarysorganist turns round, sees a vision of very elderly, excessively frail womanlyness, visibly and tearfully moved )
“Are you alright? Can I get you a drink of water, or a chair, perhaps?”
(gasping for breath) “Can…you….play ‘The Old….rugged….cross?”
“err.. well I could do. Are you alright? You look a bit..”
” I’ve walked.from the …station.. to see this church….(gasp) I haven’t been here… since i was a girl, and my grandmother got married here, and had ‘the Old rugged cross’ at her wedding. It is my dying wish to hear it played one… last… time…. at the place….she got married.”
“it sounds like I’d better hurry up then. “.
(stmarysorganist hastily finds ancient hymnbook, and duly obliges…)
Now, which other musical instrument can grant you the public scrutiny of your technical failings coupled with a discussion of your inadequacies, as the organ?! There you are, at peak concentration trying to master the intricacies of the ‘King of Instruments’ and also holding a conversation with a visitor, during which if you even hint at irritation, you know that a complaining email will be zinging its’ way to your Vicar before you have even had time to switch the blower off!
I remember one practice session, when I was blissfully hacking my way through Widor’s 6th, I casually looked in my mirror to see a couple of hunded oriental students who had noiselessly visited St M’s – most or whom were recording my ‘performance’ on their iPhones. So, somewhere on YouTube I’m sure there will be a hilarious video of an organist turning around and jumping three feet in the air with a startled yelp! Yes – that’s me!
At other times, my frenetic fumblings ( ie ‘practice’), have been accompanied by vacuum cleaners, several wedding rehearsals, a visit by the fire brigade, many talkative visitors and on a couple of occasions – some rather famous cathedral organists on holiday!
So – those organists who are up in the stratosphere, in a loft – I envy you! Spare a thought for those of us on ground level, It may be a hefty and dizzying climb to your eyrie, but at least you have a fighting chance of getting the G minor nailed!
Pom diddle-diddle-dee Pom diddle-diddle-dee…..