On Hearing an Organ in a Weird Place
It was about thirty minutes into the evening recital on a Wednesday night in March. I had a feeling that the organist was in a foul mood or perhaps not feeling too well. His playing was masterful as always, so this feeling came more about the way he moved, maybe the expression on his face, as much a...
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| Language: | English |
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professionaldreamers
2013-06-01
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| Series: | lo Squaderno |
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| Online Access: | http://www.losquaderno.professionaldreamers.net/wp-content/uploads/2013/06/losquaderno28.pdf#page=9 |
| Summary: | It was about thirty minutes into the evening recital on a Wednesday night in March. I had a feeling that the organist was in a foul mood or perhaps not feeling too well. His playing was masterful as always, so this feeling came more about the way he moved, maybe the expression on his face, as much as I could see it from my position, and also, perhaps, the choice of the previous pieces for recital. They were unknown to me, but they did not sound too cheerful, and they were on a quieter side. Then there was a pause of a few minutes. |
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| ISSN: | 1973-9141 |