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This is my 3rd recording on YouTube. This was recorded at
an Organ Jam Session and there was talking in the background.
My Samsung Galaxy S-III cell phone did a pretty decent job as
a video camera. This is my 2nd time playing this particular
instrument.
I hope you like it, and I used a couple of "Time Changes" in the music.
Uncle Al
Kilted Organist/Musician
Grand Musician of the Grand Lodge, I.O.O.F. of Texas 2008-2025
When asked 'Why the Kilt?'
I respond-The why is F.T.H.O.I. (For The H--- Of It)
Well done, Uncle Al. I've posted my critique on Sk4M and I must say if I were to sit at the centre of such an array of musical possibilities I simply wouldn't know where to start.
Kirbstone wrote:Well done, Uncle Al. I've posted my critique on Sk4M
Since this was posted here, why not repeat the critique here for those that are not following Sk4M?
Have fun,
Ian.
Do not argue with idiots; they will drag you down to their level and beat you with experience.
Cogito ergo sum - Descartes
Cogito cogito ergo cogito sum - Ambrose Bierce
Lovely old tune nicely played using lots of different voices on that amazing instrument, also different time signatures, which add interest and colour to the performance.
Though slightly disappointed that Uncle Al wasn't kilted I did admire his footwork and point out that I as a piano-basher never learned to use the feet properly, just stabbing at an appropriate foot pedal that happens to match the chord I'm dwelling on...
Well done, Al! The tune was nicely executed and the change-ups provided some interest. 'Tis a beautiful instrument as well -- and privately held? Remarkable!
Like Kirbstone, I likely would have no clue what to do with the array of options presented to me -- especially if I was to approach it with everything unset!
You're right about the video capabilities of the 'phone. I didn't know that Pall Mall cigarettes were still being manufactured. As far as the background talking is concerned, I might be tempted to channel a line from that venerable old movie Animal House that occurred during the "hearing" when the protagonist wanted his frat-buddies to shut up.
Retrocomputing -- It's not just a job, it's an adventure!
Yes, a fun time WAS had by all. At one point,
Jim was on the Walker, I was on the Rodgers 340
and Bob was on the piano, all playing at the same
time
Another person was recording "the session" but
I haven't seen the results yet. Will let you know
how it came out.
Uncle Al
Kilted Organist/Musician
Grand Musician of the Grand Lodge, I.O.O.F. of Texas 2008-2025
When asked 'Why the Kilt?'
I respond-The why is F.T.H.O.I. (For The H--- Of It)
For my sins I was in our little local Godbox at lunch time today when the coast was clear to run through the few ditties I'll annoy the punters with tomorrow late morning.
My MM and her friends had 'done' all the flowers and I had the place to myself
Otgan practice Easter flowers.jpg
The instrument is old and in need of tuning/overhaul. It has two manuals and a full pedal board, but only about 18 stops and the swell pedal doesn't work.
Organ in St Patrick's Newbridge.jpg
It was freezing cold so I was dressed like Mr Michelin and I could only stay a short while. I don't fancy losing digits to frostbite.
Organ in St Patricks TJK playing.jpg
T.
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Yesterday was Easter Sunday and our clocks went forward to Summer time. Our congregation exited the Church to my closing 'recital' into a freezing cold biting East wind and I included a few unmistakeable bars of the Carol 'In the bleak mid-Winter' for their amusement.
While we don't have snow on the ground, the hills all around are white down to a low level and into April now we're all getting a bit fed up of the chill.
I blame the Scots, myself, as that's where the blast is coming from.(N.E.}
Our Easter Sunday Lunch party for 7 guests (including two organists) and ourselves was all conducted indoors with the heating full on and roaring fires &c. It lasted until 6.30 PM, so spirits were high nevertheless.
That instrument up there in the church looks quite small in the organ loft, and yes, it also looks quite old. (Late Victorian?) We survived the Lighting of the New Fire on Sat, night, and my fight with the old Estey was a draw in my mind. Fr. Rod said it would be the full " bells & smells" deal at 6am Sunday at the main church.
I remember the old Hunter organ in the Anglican cathedral on Armidale was in desperate need of an overhaul, with ivories worn right through, and clacking keys due to long gone felts. However the pneumatic action was built so well that, even with decades of neglect, it never gave any trouble. In the late 80s it got a full restoration for it;s 100th birthday. At the same time, a full octave peal of bells was cast at Whitechapel for the tower (empty of same for same time span.)
It will not always be summer: build barns---Hesiod
Well done at the Festival of Light, SM. The contrast between Good Fri. hymns and Easter Eve/Day is wonderful.
Great news that they've thrown serious money at the Cathedral at Armidale. There's nothing more joyful than a full peal of bells. Next job is to train up some local ringers. The new refurbed Cathedral Organ must be a real joy as well.
I expect you're right about our old pipe organ. It's probably late Victorian, but I can find out.
Well, I have been working on my boat, sitting on top of it in the biting cold Easterly wind, knee length denim skirt and light kilt hose kept my lower regions reasonably warm while my fingers froze! Oh joy! and after all that I have volts in all the wrong places. Never mind, too cold to fault find! Back home now, awaiting a delivery of curried thing.
Oh, now, a cheese advert for those with a sense of humour (Hope the link works, it's hosted on Farcebook):
