A beautiful service, wistfully reminding me of the time, many years ago, when I was organist for a physically similar church, high-church Anglican (in Australia). The huge church was erected in the 1860s (so, old, for Australia) with a delicious 3-manual organ. Although of modest specification, it could manage the works, delightfully played here before the service. Unfortunately, there no longer was a choir, so it was really rewarding to hear the choir in this service.
Why not dust off the old organ shoes and get back on the horse (organ bench), we would love to hear you play a favourite or two. My pa was a High Church Anglican priest in Oz, man years back.
A lovely cluttered balcony with a marvelous organ. Who could want for more¿ What an overwhelming crowd! I would have the frantic dithers if I had to play before such a mob.
I sang in this choir, under the direction first of Peter Fletcher and then of John Turner, from 1956-1959. It was an absolutely central part of my undergraduate life. With the exception that women, not boys, are now singing the treble line, it is astonishingly -- and most reassuringly -- unchanged.
A beautiful service, wistfully reminding me of the time, many years ago, when I was organist for a physically similar church, high-church Anglican (in Australia). The huge church was erected in the 1860s (so, old, for Australia) with a delicious 3-manual organ. Although of modest specification, it could manage the works, delightfully played here before the service. Unfortunately, there no longer was a choir, so it was really rewarding to hear the choir in this service.
Why not dust off the old organ shoes and get back on the horse (organ bench), we would love to hear you play a favourite or two. My pa was a High Church Anglican priest in Oz, man years back.
A lovely cluttered balcony with a marvelous organ. Who could want for more¿ What an overwhelming crowd! I would have the frantic dithers if I had to play before such a mob.
Great and inspiring.
Sing to the Lord. Thank you, Choir.
Liked the recital very much, Miriam . Thankyou.
I sang in this choir, under the direction first of Peter Fletcher and then of John Turner, from 1956-1959. It was an absolutely central part of my undergraduate life. With the exception that women, not boys, are now singing the treble line, it is astonishingly -- and most reassuringly -- unchanged.
Magnífico!