Living documents
Purist: A person who insists on absolute adherence to traditional rules or structures.
During the second half of the twentieth century, organists and organbuilders learned a lot about purists. As we delved into the evolving world of historically informed performance (we used to call it “early performance practice”), we could be disdainful of any elements added to the original—the original score, the original instrument, the original anything. We sought urtext editions and refused to alter the notes in any way. “Couperin didn’t place an ornament over that note, and I’m not ornamenting that note.” If some wayward organ guy had added a stop to an antique organ, we called forth the wrath of God—pox on his house. Funny, we didn’t seem to mind cutting down those lovely strings to make mutations . . .
The ultimate purist preservation of an instrument is to retain the maximum amount of original material possible, including decomposed felt and leather, which likely means that the instrument would be unplayable, but it sure
is preserved.
If you’re curator of an exhibit of historically important furniture (Marie Antoinette sat here), you surround it with red velvet ropes and signs saying “Do Not Sit.” Most of the important historic organs I know are in regular use. What would be the point of preserving Widor and Dupré’s magnificent organ at St. Sulpice in Paris or the stupendous organ built by Christian Müller in the Grote Kerk in Haarlem, Holland, if we couldn’t play and hear them? The glory of those antique masterpieces is that their sounds are just as vital today as they were when they were new. We have to invade them to preserve them. Mozart played the Haarlem organ in 1766 when he was ten years old, and the organ, completed in 1738, was twenty-eight years old. That’s comparable to the current age of the famous Fisk organ at the Meyerson Symphony Center in Dallas, completed in 1992—twenty-four years old now. The Haarlem organ has seen changes, but we can be pretty confident that it sounds a lot like it did the day young Wolfie played it.
An evolving document
Wendy and I have just returned from an eight-day trip to the United Kingdom. As she is a literary agent, the trip was planned to coincide with the London Book Fair, an exhibition for the publishing world that attracted more than 25,000 participants from 134 countries this year. While she was meeting with clients and colleagues, I slummed around London visiting churches and organs, and I stoked my love of the fictional British Navy Captains Aubrey and Hornblower along with my love of sailing by visiting the National Maritime Museum and the Royal Observatory in Greenwich. Together, we toured and heard Evensong at Westminster Abbey and St. Paul’s Cathedral.
After the fair, we went north to Durham, where I spent an afternoon visiting the workshops of the great British organ company, Harrison & Harrison (I’ll write about that visit soon), and we shared experiences at Durham Cathedral. We spent twenty-four hours in York where we heard Evensong (by far the best singing we heard all week) and toured the great cathedral familiarly known as York Minster. By the way, yes, it is a cathedral—the official name is The Cathedral and Metropolitan Church of St. Peter in York.
And we spent two days in Oxford where we had meals with family members and clients and visited the new Dobson organ at Merton College, the venerable Willis organ at Blenheim Palace, the Ashmolean Museum, and the Bodleian Library, where three of the surviving four copies of the original 1217 Charter of the Magna Carta are held. Careful of those overdue fees.
As we walked through the grand and ancient church buildings, I was struck by how at their best, and at their worst, they are all evolving documents. The original forms are largely preserved, and important elements that define and enhance each building have been added over the centuries.
People are dying to get in.
Westminster Abbey is home to countless graves and memorials. Some are simple engraved paving stones, others are monumental Victorian splashes with larger-than-life heroes on horses engaged in swirling battles, capes a-fluttering and swords a-flying. The verger who was our tour guide quipped, “the larger the monument, the lesser the hero.” Nearly every royal coronation since 1066 (William the Conqueror) has happened at the Abbey, and through the ages, officials have struggled to maximize the seating capacity. The abbey normally seats about 2,000 people, but for the coronation of Queen Elizabeth II in 1953, temporary galleries were installed to squeeze in 8,200. I bet they could add a thousand seats if they took out all the flashy monuments.
The installation of graves and memorials is a terrific example of how Westminster Abbey has been used as a living and evolving document. Geoffrey Chaucer (died 1400), Georg Frideric Handel (d. 1759), Isaac Newton (d. 1727, same year as Beethoven), and Charles Dickens (d. 1870) are all buried there. The most recent is a memorial to David Frost (d. 2013), the comedian and journalist who famously interviewed Richard Nixon following his resignation as President of the United States. I’m not sure what you have to do to secure a spot there. Perhaps you can download an application.
I expect that some conservative Christians would be surprised to see the grave of Charles Darwin near that of Isaac Newton in a house of worship. But as the Bishop of Carlisle, Harvey Goodwin, preached in the days following Darwin’s death, “It would have been unfortunate if anything had occurred to give weight and currency to the foolish notion which some have diligently propagated, but for which Mr. Darwin was not responsible, that there is a necessary conflict between a knowledge of Nature and a belief in God.” Now there’s an argument that’s been going on for a long time. How’s that for a living document?
If you buy it, we’ll hang it.
Along with a few exceptionally flamboyant memorials, there are two newer additions to the furnishings of Westminster Abbey that I think are incongruous. In 1966, the Guinness family (of stout fame) donated sixteen immense Waterford Crystal chandeliers to commemorate the 900th anniversary of the abbey. Each is more than ten feet tall and comprises hundreds of pieces of cut glass. They’re sumptuous and glorious, but their design has no more to do with the high gothic than a Ford Thunderbird. In my opinion, they’re ostentatious and out of place.
And in the glorious Lady Chapel, beyond the high altar, with one of the most beautiful pendant fan vaulted ceilings anywhere, there are two huge windows installed in 2013, depicting symbols associated with the Virgin Mary. They replaced windows that were destroyed during World War II, were designed by the British artist Hughie O’Donoghue, executed by Helen Whittaker of the Barley Studios in York, and are the gift of Lord and Lady Harris of Peckham commemorating the 60th anniversary of the coronation of Queen Elizabeth II. Lord Harris (born 1942) is a member of Parliament who made his fortune in the carpet business. The vivid blue hue of the windows, while appropriate to the Virgin Mary, is oddly out of place in the chapel, as are the unflattering portraits of Lord and Lady Harris in the lower right corner of one of the windows.
Space for an organ
Finding space for the installation of a pipe organ is a conundrum often faced in modern church buildings. Likewise, while medieval cathedrals are monumental in size, they were not designed with pipe organs in mind. And a monumental building demands a monumental organ. Installing organs in buildings like those is quite a trick, as made clear by some of the interesting solutions we saw during our trip.
In the cathedrals of York and Exeter, and the chapel of Kings College, Cambridge, the organ cases are placed high on the screens that separate the nave from the quire. But the organs burst the confines of their cases, and the overflow is dispersed around the higher reaches of the buildings. At Kings College, much of the organ is contained within the screen below the level of the console. At Westminster Abbey, the console is on the screen high above the quire, and the large body of the organ that is not contained by the ornate facing cases above the screen is housed stories higher in the triforium.
At York, an immense 32-foot Metal Open Diapason stands against the wall of the ambulatory, and is disguised as stone columns. At Durham Cathedral, huge Open Wood Diapasons (one at 32-foot, the other at 16-foot) are installed in the ambulatory on either side of the quire.
For those of us in the organ community, it’s hard to imagine all those buildings without organs, but I was struck by how those huge instruments are imposed on the ancient sites, and what an intrusion it was to install them. Do you cut big holes in 900-year-old floors to run windlines from a basement blower room to the organ case? Do you power-drill holes and place bolts in pockets of epoxy in 900-year-old columns to fasten the organ’s structure to the fabric of the building like we do in modern masonry buildings? And how much can you trust the integrity of the ancient material to bear the weight, stress, and vibrations of a pipe organ? We learned about several critical “stabilizing” projects that have limited the possibility of collapses. When you roll a windchest on a dolly across the floor of the quire, do you crack or shatter the ancient paving stones? What a responsibility it is to care for these world-famous and venerable buildings.
Our tour guide at Durham Cathedral told how they took up the stone floor of the quire to install the pipes for radiant heating. They had archeologists on hand in case they turned up unknown graves (they did), and the artisans had to catalogue everything so each stone was returned to its original location.
Oil and water
The other day, I visited an organ being offered for sale. It’s a three-manual American Classic beauty built just after World War II that suffers because it was placed in remote chambers out of earshot of the congregation. A Trompette en Chamade was added in 1970. It has high wind pressure, narrow scale, and a horribly prominent location. I suppose the hope was it would help define the sound of the instrument, as well as provide for festive voluntaries for weddings and such. The trouble is that it has nothing to do with the rest of the organ. Its self-righteous snarl violates the beautiful space of the nave. On the plus side, there’s no need for blend since it overpowers the rest of the organ.
Years ago, an organist asked me to add a 1-foot stop to the organ at his church, a nineteenth-century tracker with eight stops, none above 4-foot. He had been inspired by such a stop on an organ he had played recently, one that I know has more than a hundred stops. What’s the use of a 1-foot as the ninth stop on an organ?
I’m not opposed to adding stops to organs. I know plenty of instances where a pedal reed, a mixture, even an entire division has been added to an organ with great effect. But to be successful, such additions need to be thoughtful extensions of the whole. You may have salvaged a rank of Trumpet pipes and stored it in your garage, but just because it fits in the holes, there’s no guarantee it will sound good. Think about pipe scales, metal thickness, wind pressure, and halving ratios. Think about the original intent of the organbuilder. What’s the next stop he would have added to the organ? If you’re working with a decent organ, you’re working with a work of art. Please don’t tart it up with something that doesn’t belong.
A Royal Festival of Reger
Our trip to the U.K. was planned long before I knew that Stephen Tharp would be playing a recital on the organ at Church of the Resurrection in New York, where the Organ Clearing House installed a renovated and enlarged Casavant organ, relocated from a church in Maine. I admire Stephen’s dazzling and daring musicianship, and I was disappointed to learn that I’d miss such an occasion. Our consolation prize was Isabelle Demers playing a recital of the music of Max Reger at London’s Royal Festival Hall. What a treat! I snapped up tickets online before we left home.
Isabelle’s concert was part of the “Pull Out All the Stops International Organ Series,” presented in celebration of the recent restoration of the huge Harrison & Harrison organ at RFH, and there was a huge audience. Amazingly, it was recorded by the BBC for broadcast online, but unfortunately, the stream expires before this publication date.
The program included Reger’s Chorale Fantasy on Wachet auf, ruft uns die Stimme and closed with his monumental Introduction, Passacaglia, and Fugue in E Minor (op. 127). In keeping with today’s theme of messing with the original, Isabelle opened the program with Reger’s transcription of Bach’s Chromatic Fantasia and Fugue in D Minor, and four of his transcriptions of Bach’s Two-Part Inventions. Those were new ones for me. Most of us have played those “Two-Parters” in early keyboard lessons, perhaps returning to them as mature musicians to try to make music of them. But Reger turned them into fiendish etudes with impossible pedal lines, and at least three independent parts. If I had tried to play them, it would have sounded like falling down stairs, but Isabelle tossed them off with aplomb. It’s a good thing Reger didn’t try the same with the Three-Part Inventions.
Heads will roll.
Britain’s King Henry VIII was a tough character, dealing with dissent by beheading people. Ironically, shortly after he ensconced his mistress Jane Seymour in the palace, he accused his wife Anne Boleyn of infidelity. Anne was executed on May 19, 1536, the day before Henry became engaged to Jane. It’s hard to imagine how secure that made Jane feel, and Anne was not the last of Henry’s wives to be executed for infidelity.
Henry VIII famously fell out with the pope, who had refused to grant an annulment of Henry’s first marriage, and he set out to separate the Church of England from the Roman Catholic Church. In 1540, the king ordered the destruction of shrines to saints, took possession of the assets of monasteries, and created havoc across the land. Everywhere we went in England, we saw empty niches where statues of saints had been removed, and where the saints remained in place, many were headless.
One of the more poignant new artistic expressions we saw was a collection of twelve modern headless statues called the Semaphore Saints placed across the west wall of York Minster, under the great window, six on each side of the main entrance. Created by sculptor Terry Hamill who donated them to the cathedral, each holds a halo in each hand and is posed as a letter of the semaphore alphabet. Collectively, they spell “Christ Is Here,” symbolic of the power of icons, heralding the strength of the message of the church, even if the saints’ heads have been removed.
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I’ve gone out on several limbs here. I’ve pooh-poohed wildly expensive artworks that have been given to important and venerable institutions, and I’ve boiled centuries of history into a few glib paragraphs. In all expressions of art, from tiny paintings to huge cathedrals, we each have to decide what is complete and should be left in original form, and what deserves to be alive and evolving. If you add a pipe organ to an ancient building, or Art Deco chandeliers in a Gothic space, would you add a mustache or a dog to a painting by Rembrandt, or an extra act or character to a play by Shakespeare? How do you decide what’s acceptable and what’s abomination?
Perhaps it’s less intrusive to alter a piece of music or other performance art. After all, once an “enhanced” performance is over, you can always do it again the “right” way.
Mulling all this over, I guess the additions I like the best are those that make eloquent statements while honoring the original fabric of the place. The Space Window in the National Cathedral in Washington, D.C., the Firefighters Memorial at St. John the Divine in New York, and York Minster’s Semaphore Saints are all contemporary expressions, and they all speak eloquently to me.
I can only celebrate the wonderful organs we saw. The buildings were all more than 600 years old before the organs were added, but they bring the life of moving breath into the living documents which are the buildings they populate, and have served as catalysts for a powerful movement of sacred music I can’t imagine living without. Change, by all means. But the past becomes and is becoming to the future.
