As told to John-Paul Buzard, Part 2

The factory

He inherited a factory with a great many organ builders in
it, all beautifully trained, all thoroughly disciplined, possibly partially by
the circumstances of the time, possibly partially by the fact that when my
great uncle Vincent wanted to reprimand anybody, he'd used to say "You
wait until the winter and I'll sack you!" because anybody that was sacked
at the beginning of the winter suffered more than somebody who was sacked in
the spring (it's colder in the winter, and if you haven't got enough to eat,
you suffer more).

The men were treated abominably, but they were treated
better at Willis's than at most other organ builders' shops. They had to bring
their own coal in a bucket to work if they wanted to warm themselves; they had
to bring their own candles to see by. Yes, it sounds like Dickens, but it's
not, it's true! They were paid by results: piecework. And if the work wasn't
good enough, you smashed it and sent it back and said, "There you are, fix
it on your own time. There you are . . . you haven't done your work properly,
your work is rejected, bang! Make another, and you won't get paid while you do
that!"

My granduncle Vincent used to cut up a pipe and nick it. If
it didn't speak without any further adjustment, he used to get hold of the top
end of it and smash it on the bench so that the body collapsed each side of the
languid (I spell it "langward"), and sent it back to the metal shop
to have a different one made. He expected his pipes to come up perfect, cut
them, nick them: finished! And no little naughties like punching languids up or
down.

The factory ran like clockwork.  The orders were still coming in, well enough and fast enough
for him to still build organs in spite of the fact that he was spending many
hours a week in or out of court fighting his relatives, determined to pay off
his father's debt. Which is why my father, when he was an old man, was able so
easily to leave people the impression that as a young man he was in charge of
the business. The fact was that my grandfather, Henry Willis II was well in
charge of the business until the end of the 14-18 war (WWI), the difficulties
with his father's debt, and with his relatives having been settled about the
time of the Great War.

By the time my father took over the firm, after the 14-18
War, Henry Willis II was not only old enough, but suffered from senile dementia
to the point where he used to get up in the night, go down and open the back
door and look in the dust bin for burglars. My aunt says this was partly due to
the strain of having to fight his relatives for about 10 years or so from the
time of his father's death, and responsibilities that he bore beforehand as a
very loyal son and servant without any complaint.

Henry Willis III

My father was very pleased to leave people the impression
that Divine Right passed from "Father" Willis directly to him. Most people
know nothing about Henry Willis II because when my father wrote the book:
Father Willis, His Heir and Successors, by William Leslie Sumner, he was
careful to write the truth as he saw it, in which God created the world,
"Father" Willis created organs, and this ability was passed down
directly to Henry Willis III.

When my father's eldest sister read the book, and read the
bit where it said: "My first work was the design and building of the organ
at the Liverpool Cathedral Lady Chapel . . . " she cried, "I drew
that organ on the drawing boards to my father's instructions, and my little
brother had nothing to do with it at all! 
My little brother only went there as a kind of juvenile laborer to help
put it up!"

 His early works
started when he was a young lad. He left school as a brilliant young man
earlier than most, partly because he was required to come into the family firm,
but partly because he was a brilliant student. He was in a class two years
ahead of his age group. This had other difficulties because they did their
sports together, and as he was two years younger and was never a big man
(5'3”), he had a really strong inferiority complex based on his physical
size. Also, having been brought up in Liverpool, he hadn't been able to
overcome his accent, and in those days any kind of that dialect meant you
weren't a gentleman. 

This he overcame by suppressing his natural sympathies and
his natural affections, and putting on a domineering, dominating, hard-hearted
veneer. He wore it like a well-fitting glove, and he enjoyed it. And he got
away with it. He always remained sitting, and had others stand so that the
difference between their heights should not show as a disparagement. Failing
that, in his office he had an armchair, the wooden legs and the casters of
which were cut off, so that if anyone sat down in it, my father could then
stand, assured that he'd be well above their head and shoulder level.

My father's early tonal work was standard. The work he loved
to do was that which he could take over from somebody else and leave his
imprint upon. The work that you can do that with most conveniently was to
accept a voiced reed and then take the tongues out and alter the curve of them,
because he was a superb reed voicer, to give that little extra edge, what other
people might have well called a great clarity, a greater clang. Some, unkindly
perhaps, a harder tone. But he would take this and do it extremely well. But he
didn't wish to spend time cutting the reeds out and putting the initial curve
on them. He was prepared to put his imprimatur on anything--whether he'd done
it or not! On the grounds that as he was the managing director and a majority
share-holder, he could do what he liked.

He started to develop a new fashionable (or unfashionable)
type of Willis tone whereby he started to make stringier strings. He made
string pipes of zinc right through to the top note, which some people
erroneously believe was for economy, although I can assure that certainly from
one foot up they're so much harder to make than spotted metal or pure tin. They
were by no means economical. He did it on purpose because that was what he
wanted to do. You should remember that, as a matter of his personal attitude to
life in general and himself in particular, whatever he wanted to do was
right.  The fact that he wanted to
do it made it right, and if everybody else thought it was wrong, it didn't
matter because it was still right. And that applied to everything.

But this was part of the man, and it was therefore part of
the voicing. You need to understand that my grandfather was a gentleman and a
gentle man, I hope you took the inference, and this shows in his organs--they
were lovely!  They were more near
to the Harrisons' style than they were to the fiercer Willis style, because he
himself was an affectionate, loving, gentle man. He wasn't doing it to appease
people who wanted gentler organs--it was in his style. And my father: his
personal character comes through in his organs, where you have the firmer,
harder, domineering tone. Dictatorial tutti, the awesome clang of the full
organ reeds, which was not outside the Willis style, but was toward the edge of
that golden-mean path which is a Willis term.

I don't know what he thought of Ernest Skinner. But I know
what he said about Skinner to me. 
Same as he said about almost everybody else: "bloody old
fool!" That was my father's general attitude to almost everybody. But at
the same time he came back having seen and heard what Skinner and others were
doing. This affected his willingness to take after his uncle Vincent by
experimenting: "Well, I'll try a stringy string," and so forth. He
held Skinner in higher regard than most because Skinner was wise enough to ask
him to come as a consultant. And that deserved his high esteem. I've tried to
get you to understand the man, because the man helps understand the tone. The
tone must also come from the man. The big change came really, after the 39-45
war, maybe even the slump, 1929, Wall Street and all that.

The Depression

 This period:
work at a premium. In fact, my father stole his wife's money, which was got
from plantations in India where they grew tea and coffee and rubber. My mother
had inherited wealth, which she brought over here, which she kept quietly to
herself until such time as her husband came to her and said, "Times is
hard, and we must sell you some shares in the firm otherwise we won't be able
to carry on and we'll have to put men off."

Very few men were put off. Other organ builders put lots of
men off; we put off very few. My father didn't need to, because he'd stolen his
wife's money. I say stole because she was never issued with shares of stock,
and she never got the money back. But it didn't worry her very much because she
was a loving wife; she was a domesticated woman and loved her children.

This period is more difficult. My father was more amenable
to the suggestions of anybody who could give the firm an order. This will show
in the specifications; you'll see funny little aberrations creeping in. My
father had always been willing to compensate people in the position to give him
work. Although by this time the question of bribery was illegal, if some
organist was able to persuade the church that it should be replaced by a Willis
organ, was going to suffer loss while the old organ was taken out and the new
put in, because he wasn't able to teach on it or give recitals, then my father
was prepared to compensate him for it.

I have never done this, and I have lost a lot of work.
People have come to me, three of whom stupidly in writing, and have asked
what's it worth to me. Then I was told "I am sorry to hear that, because I
would really like you to do it, but if you aren't prepared to cover my
out-of-pocket losses, then I'm afraid someone else will have to get it instead."
style="mso-spacerun: yes">  They've wanted 12.5%, and I have never
done it. And I've lost a great deal of work.

World War II

My father was in the army during the War, and lied about his
age to get in, as I did later . . . got himself invalided out.
style="mso-spacerun: yes">  Some people get a story of armed combat
and purple hearts. This was never the case. My father's stomach problem was not
due to hard-tack (biscuits) and bully beef (corned beef) eaten in the trenches
in some place in France (because he didn't go), but alcohol and other poisons,
consumed as a member of the Honorable Artillery Company in London. They were
digging trenches in Hyde Park lest the Germans invade by being dropped from
zeppelins, which had bombed London then and were responsible for the damage to
the early Willis records from 1845-1873.

I myself was in the Home Guard because residential private
school boys had a special dispensation to join at the age of 16 instead of 18;
they were already disciplined and probably in Officer's Training Corps or
something. Their training was in fact probably far better than most of
established Home Guards. When I went to join the army, having been a Company
Sergeant Major in the Officer's Training Corps and having been a Lance Corporal
in the Home Guard, without looking at the documents in great detail, they
assumed I was two years older than I was.

My father's post-war period began mostly with the rebuilding
and restoration of organs, because we were rationed. A lot of organs were built
up from selected second-hand components. Occasionally my father was able to
imprint his artistic opinions on existing second-hand organs, which he did
notably, to my knowledge, from 1948 onwards when I came out of the army,
somewhat against my will. He wrote and ordered me back home, and I didn't
respond. He wrote again, pleading, and I immediately returned.

He became very good at rebuilding and revoicing. The Willis
voicing techniques are there to control the scaling, because it's standard.
Therefore we are perhaps better trained by ourselves and circumstances to
revoice selected second-hand stock than others; we're used to being given
something and saying, "Right! Do what you will with that!"

I'm restoring the organ in the Alexandra Palace, not
improving it. Successfully, so I'm told, and I believe it. I remember hiding under
the seats there when I was small, before the war, when Marcel Dupré was
playing. He always finished his reputed last encore, which never was his last
encore, with full full full full organ, and if you had double super-octave
couplers and double sub-octave couplers, he would've used them. And as Virgil
Fox said when he finally pushed the Swell unison coupler on at the very end,
looked down at me and grinned, and said, "I like to see 'em all
down!"

My father took to his deathbed in early 1966--died at Easter.
style="mso-spacerun: yes">  During the preceding several years, he
was distracted by the fact that by 1966, he was in his 76th year and he married
the widow of G. Donald Harrison. She had suffered a hard life, and she received
treatment for her personal nervous disabilities. These worried my father
intensely. Especially since they to some extent reminded him of the troubles
he'd had with his father toward the end of the 14-18 war. These sorts of things
effect the nervous system, and therefore the artistic deposition of a man. One
of the things I've been grateful for is that I've been blessed with a loving
wife and what I understand is an abnormally serene and happy home background.
For my own artistic side, if I have one, that is essential.

So you come up to the time of my father's death, and that's
the end of the Willis era. Everybody knows that I died.

Henry Willis 4

I was brought up in the fear of God--that's an old fashioned
English expression, and it's in our prayer books. In that language, it means
the love of God. Although my father was a Christian agnostic, if there is such
a thing, my mother was a devout
bent-Christian-oblique-infiltrated-partial-Sikh-Hindu-Buddhist. I was brought
up in the agnostic fear of God, and in the very real fear of my father,
including in the word fear that respectful love that any well brought-up
Victorian child would have had for his father.

My father was often not at home. He was a hard working, hard
drinking, hard romancing active organbuilder who delighted in entertaining organists,
particularly influential organists who could bring him work and adoration
because one without the other was of no use to him. He came home and spent his
Saturday nights there, probably from 2 am onwards, the butler having rescued
him from the car. He could always drive home, but couldn't always switch the
ignition off and get out of the car. The relief of having arrived home and
driven up the drive was sufficient to enable him to relax, and immediately he
was asleep. The butler used to go down and switch the ignition off if the car
hadn't already stalled, because he had been known to take his foot off the
clutch.

On Sunday mornings we were wise to keep quiet as children
and not disturb him. About 9:30 he'd be taken his tray of tea. When I or the butler
had run his bath, we'd inform him it was ready, and it was 108° F. And the
correct amount of bath salts was in, and the towels were on the hot radiator.
My father was not somebody that you tangled with as a child. I was brought up
to know that I had been born to take over the firm. Otherwise I would have
willingly been a farmer, and would have equally willingly stayed in the army,
in which I had already done extremely well.

I started as a general laborer, then a laborer in the metal
shop. Once, for some weeks my father sent me home early (early being after the
men had finished) so he could teach himself again how to make pipes without
admitting to me that he'd forgotten, and then turn 'round to me one day and
say, "You'd be going home, my boy? I thought you wanted me to show you how
to make pipes?" I knew damn well what he'd been doing evenings, even
though he'd tidied most carefully after himself for the last ten weeks. He then
showed me how to make pipes. Then I taught myself. 

The foreman was determined that I shouldn't learn to make
pipes. When he caught on, he took one foot out and put it in the wrong place in
the pile. He shaved a foot so that it didn't fit the body. And he scraped a
body too thin at the node, then re-sized the sides, so that when I put it
together, soon as anybody touched it, it collapsed in the middle.
style="mso-spacerun: yes">  All sorts of friendly little tricks.

When my father took me out of the metal shop he said,
"It's time you started voicing, my boy. And here is a second-hand Dulciana
which is going back into some organ we're overhauling and it has to be
revoiced. I will set the 2' C, and I've got another  2' C here which I'm going to voice, and I'm going take the
original away from you and leave you with the sample. I don't want you alter
it. The rest of the stop should be voiced to that. Get on with it."

And I said, "But I don't know how to
style="mso-spacerun: yes">  voice." He said, "Here's your
opportunity. You just regulate them at the tip, and if they're not speaking
properly you get the mouths in the right place like you do in the metal shop;
check the cut-ups, and if they're too high you can take it apart and lower it,
but not too much. Take more than a saw cut out of it and you might make it
short. Make sure they're not over-nicked or under-nicked. Just go from one to
another, it's very simple, you won't find any difficulty."

At the end of about three days--and he left me strictly
alone contrary to his normal habit of calling in and seeing everybody in the
shop twice a day--he always walked past my voicing shop.
style="mso-spacerun: yes">  After three days he came in the evening
on his last round and went--blupblupblupblup (trying the stop on the voicing
soundboard) and said "Bloody awful," and walked out!

When I'd dried my tears and mopped up the floor, I went to
Mr. Piper, of whom you may have heard. Richard Piper went to Austin in America,
a well respected, competent, loyal servant, who became well loved at Austin,
and did some excellent, straight-forward work. I said, "Please, Mr. Piper,
my father's just come in and blupblupblupblup, and said 'bloody awful,' and
walked out. Will you please advise me?" And he said, "No, Mr. Henry,
I've been forbidden to tell you or show you anything or help you in any way.
I've been absolutely forbidden to advise you."

I went back in and spent another day or so, and my father
called in again, and blupblupblupblup and said "bloody awful," and
walked out.

So I'd been working on it for over a week. And next time he
came in, I rounded on him, and I seldom rounded on my father because I held him
in that awe and respect which Victorians used to keep for God alone and their
fathers, and I had been brought up in a semi-Victorian aura (not era), treated
my father with very great care. I said, "Will you tell me what's the
matter with it, or tell me what to do?" He said, "blupblupblupblup,
well, you can hear, it's uneven." And he walked out.

After some further time he came back, and I actually lost my
temper a bit, very respectfully and carefully, I may say. And he said, "No
need to get irritable, my boy, I'm just tryin' to teach ya somethin'. Now,
here's the pipe. I told you you weren't to alter the substitute which you've
put in, which you have done, haven't you?"

I said yes, because I had to because . . .
style="mso-spacerun: yes">  He said, "Um, I knew it, I knew
it." He took the 2' C from its wrapping, having put a stamp paper over
with initials on it, and put it on the voicing soundboard, and says, "Now,
what do you notice?"

"Oh, you've come back and loudened it up."
"No I haven't, I assure you I haven't," he said. This is what happens
when you spend too long regulating a stop. The human ear, and the human emotion
always picks out the loud, or what seems loud, and softens it. And rarely picks
out the soft, or what seems soft, and loudens it. So the more somebody tells
you to regulate a stop, the softer it becomes, particularly with a soft stop.
And you will regulate it and regulate it until there's nothing left.

It's partly the imperfections that make the character, make
the artistry. The most beautiful, the most artistic, the most musically useful,
loveliest, emotional organs are those which are made to the best of the ability
of a craftsman working to a reasonable commercial outline. Because if you have
too much money, and too much time and somebody says "carte blanch,"
you can spend 500 hours voicing a Dulciana. By the time you've spent more than
10 or 15 hours, you are only spoiling it. And you will end up with something
which is useless.

One of the great managerial arts is the art of knowing when
you've done enough work, when the responsibilities of management are beginning
to become overbearing, where you could loose your patience or your sanity or
your judgment--that's when you say "good-bye" and take a walk around
the block or go home or get drunk or whatever.

I developed some knowledge of scaling and rebuilding. While
my father was away, an order came in for an organ. I scaled, designed, and
voiced it in my father's style; it was the quickest organ we'd built since my
grandfather's time. When my father came back, I held him in the office until he
refused to stay any longer. I said, "Just before you go out, have a look
at this inquiry that's come in. How does this scaling snatch you?"
style="mso-spacerun: yes">  He went into the drawing office to look
at what I'd done. I then took him to all the places except for the building
hall (erecting room), which I saved till last. When we got there he said,
"What's this!"

"This is the organ." "All right--I'll set the
C's." "Wait, try it first."

He went in and tried the job, right through. He didn't play,
but he knew how to try an organ. He could do it better than I, because I'd been
taught how to play piano at the age of three with a sharp pencil sticking in my
ribs. He said, "The 17th's too soft" and got up and walked off.
style="mso-spacerun: yes">  And that was it. After that, after
having always been told I was too soft or too stupid, I was sent up to
Liverpool to restore the organ at St. George's Hall and to rebuild the organ in
the Anglican Cathedral.

I said to my wife, "As long as my father lives, I'll
always stand the likely possibility of being fired if I don't do what he says,
when he says, how he says, quickly without arguing. I would like now, in 1955,
to do something of my own, and I propose to start offering to rebuild organs
without bothering my father." And I did several.

I started to offer the Willis Junior Development Plan, in an
attempt to persuade people of the type of specification I would like. The
Development of an Organ From a One-Manual, Two Stops, No Pedals, Up To a
Moderately Well-Developed Two-Manual--a complete plan, with prices. I started
to build the very first one; it was a two-stop, one-manual organ, on which I
made 50% net profit on the gross. On the other hand, I didn't charge for my
time: about three-million man-hours!

I've got nothing to say about my own work, with the possible
exception of when the International Society of Organbuilders came to London on
their previous English congress about 30 years ago. I managed to get them to
stop to see a one-manual, 4-stop instrument I had built a couple of hundred
yards away from my father's old Kent Road factory.

Dr. Martin Vente, the Secretary of the ISO, and several
others were interested because several people had said that it sounded like
Silbermann's work. They were astounded when they went up the ladders, because
the thing is a box nailed on the wall, 20-30' in the air. They looked at the
pipework and saw how the Gedeckt was very small-scaled and cut up 2/3rd its
mouth width. Perhaps 10-12 nicks in it. The Dulciana (tenor c, common bass) was
also voiced totally incorrectly. The Gemshorn was cut up with an arch, 5 in 2,
16 nicks.  The 15th Diapason was
far too small in scale and cut up far too high.  The way the pipework looked didn't match the sound--like a
musician reading a score, expecting Bach and the noise in his head being Gershwin.
style="mso-spacerun: yes"> 

Nevertheless, I accepted all that as a compliment, although
I don't think my stuff sounds like Silbermann.  Certainly those people who are sympathetic with the
gentility of Henry Willis II might be forgiven for thinking that I had cribbed
his style. I must say that I hadn't, because I hadn't been familiar--hadn't
been allowed to become familiar--with Willis II's work whilst I was still under
control of my father in London. Because Henry Willis II didn't exist! It wasn't
until I went up to Lancashire and met several examples that I found what he'd
done.                    

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Sydney J. Shep is Associate Carillonneur of the National War Memorial Carillon in Wellington, New Zealand. She wrote this reflection on carillon web sites for the newsletter of the Guild of Carillonneurs in North America. Dr. Shep is also a Printing Fellow at the Wai-te-ata Press at Victoria University of Wellington.

New tech, high tech, more tech, no tech? As everyone gets on the proverbial bandwagon to create web sites, the world of the carillon is no exception. In this review of carillon sites, I want to survey some of the existing sites,  assess them according to some principles of effective web design, look at the fundamental nature of the electronic medium, and point out the pitfalls for those contemplating their own entry into this new performance field.

What are the advantages of a web site? As most of us are aware, the contemporary hunger for information has engendered a network of facts and figures which requires a different kind of tool for efficient access and navigation. The internet is one such tool which complements but does not substitute for existing tools. This is particularly true both in its role as a dynamic, continually updateable, on-line database and in its populist form, the newest vehicle for super-marketing and advertising. Print-based resources still have a place in our lives and consciousness,  and books are definitely not dead. So, what information about the carillon can be best delivered through the internet rather than through any other communication medium? Pictures, sound, video, statistics, recital programs, publications? Most of these, yes; some, definitely not; and others, well, design is everything.

Virtually all web sites these days include a picture of the tower, possibly the bells themselves, maybe even the clavier and performer. Great--a picture can paint a thousand words. But remember, not all computers have image-capabilities and those that do may not be operated by a user who wants to spend time (and money) downloading a full-screen, full-color bitmap. A useful text tag describing the image both permits the non-image user to feel part of the imaginative net-scape, and acts as a signal for the image-capable to click here if s/he so desires. Another shortcut is to provide only a thumbnail of the image with a hypertext link to its "full" size version, but again, use the full-size image opportunity to add a caption line.

Many web designers think images add a little spice to the page to save it from boredom and inertia. However,  a few images here and there, surrounded by text so dense you might as well read it in a book is not the answer. Screen resolution is an eyewearying 72 dpi, not the 1220-2400 dpi we are accustomed to in print. For example, if you are presenting a guided tour of your carillon, don't let the text do the driving. Add graphic navigational aids like maps and pointers. Otherwise, you are encouraging the reader to download to a print version, and haven't you then lost the whole point of using this electronic medium? On this point, compare <http://www.chapel.duke.edu/chapel/tour.htm&gt; Duke University Chapel with <http://smith2.sewanee.edu/gsmith/MapServe/AllSaints.html&gt; All Saint's Chapel.

Furthermore, like creating an advertising slogan or a poster, the web site requires a different kind of writing--clear, concise, to the point--definitely more a report than an essay. Hypertext links assist in ordering these chains of information nuggets. Think of the home page as both cover and table of contents, not the whole book itself. Since first impressions are everything, the home page can either tempt your reader to continue the journey, or can turn her/him away completely. A simple, catchy layout with the primary facts plus a road map for further exploration all in the space of one screen, are sufficient for the home page. The advent of frames and tables-supporting browsers has led to greater awareness of the need for simple design, a tune called KISS ("Keep It Simple, Stupid") which paper-based graphic designers have been singing for decades. Good examples are found at: <http://www.cis.yale.edu/carillon/&gt; Yale University Carillon and at <http://www.bells.usyd.ed.au/&gt; University of Sydney War Memorial Carillon.

Through several levels of linking hierarchy (the pros suggest three levels maximum--with four you're in danger of getting lost yourself), a large amount and variety of information can be presented, but order it in advance to help your readers along the path.

Let them savor the information byte by dark chocolate byte rather than confusing them with the whole cake. And to prevent information overweight, recall what Dorothy says in "The Wizard of Oz"--there's no place like home. At the bottom of each page, a "Home" or "Back to Home Page" link provides a way of getting out of the sensory maze. For the overindulgent, take a look at <http://www.cict.fr/toulouse/carillon/carillons.html&gt; if you want to be overwhelmed by blinking video clips, dark image backgrounds and text which is barely decipherable. We are in the business to communicate, even in the postmodern world, n'est-ce pas?

Additional multimedia features available on the net can be a trap. As with images, both sound and even more so, video, require enormous amounts of time to download, memory, and specialist software. Are the results worth it? Let's look at sound for a moment, something most folks probably think is an ideal marketing tool for an instrument which, after all, is an audio experience. We all know that the carillon and its acoustical environment is one of the most difficult instruments to record, new digital technologies notwithstanding. Translate that to computer reproduction on the net and are you really doing the carillon a favor by including a sound byte? A barely recognizable, 410K, 20-second morsel of Jef Denyn complete with high-volume hiss and overmodulation certainly doesn't do justice to the composer, performer or instrument. Ditto, a 312K, 30-second, unnamed and unnameable folksong. As the net is becoming more and more a powerful marketing tool, you could be responsible for turning people right off the carillon because your sonic shorthand is  such an inadequate representation of the real thing. No wonder an electronic carillon sounds like a better option for the un- or mis-informed!

Until sound reproduction is more advanced on the computer, an excellent solution is to list where good-quality carillon recordings can be bought. The easiest mechanism for this is to include a linked e-mail address for further information, or even an order form if you are in the distribution business yourself and have no qualms about electronic commerce. If you want to list recordings, music editions, catalogs, or other statistical information, you need to provide clearly, visually-oriented material. Take the example of music composition. Some organizations go to a lot of work to provide octave range capabilities of the music they are selling, recognizing that most carillonneurs are shopping for music they can play on their own instruments, or music of a particular variety such as original compositions, arrangements, solo, duets, etc. So, rather than long composer/title lists which make the screen-reader go cross-eyed in short order, why not provide a set of links starting with instrument size, or with genre of music. Shaping the information in a manner appropriate to the instrument and its musicians is important. Long alphabetized lists just don't sell your product to carillonneurs or anyone else out there.

And, don't forget to update your information. The whole advantage of the net is that it provides the opportunity to furnish the most recent information. Such dynamic, online database capabilities are useless if the material is inaccurate or obviously outdated. The record of last year's concerts, workshops, and congresses may provide an interesting archive of facts and figures, but does nothing for the image of an institution if such information is tired and worn, or worded in the present tense. In the hiatus between annual events, why not include a general announcement about forthcoming events and retain last year's to give an indication as to the breadth of programming. The need to be vigilant about this is an essential part of the public profile of the instrument Similarly, don't rely on someone else to tell you when your links to other sites no longer work. It is your responsibility to check them regularly or use one of the software packages that can autocheck for you. There is nothing so frustrating to the first-time surfie or seasoned user to come up with a screen which shouts "URL Not Found." This also goes for many web sites which have changed servers or directory architecture and are likewise inaccessible unless you too change your html files.

Finally, where to start to get an overview of the wealth of carillon sites out there today and to assess their strengths and weaknesses? Most people begin with the proprietary search engines which come with your browser software: yahoo, lycos, etc. Yahoo's search pulls up nine entries for carillon; judge for yourself their relevance to our concerns: the Lubbock, Texas "Carillon Retirement Center" (not a bell in sight except for the corporate identity); two entries for electronic carillon manufacture (why spend money and time on old bells when you can have the chime master system); and most obscurely of all, the University of Regina's long-standing student newspaper entitled (what else) "Carillon." Lycos is more fruitful, with 1,225 "relevant documents," the first 19 out of 20 at least having something to do with the bell instrument we all know and love. In the interests of time and sanity, I suggest you bypass this route completely and jump to an excellent point of departure, Trinity College, Hartford, Connecticut Guild of Carillonneurs' home page, URL <http://www.trincoll.edu/~carrill/carillon.html&gt;. In one hit, the major carillon installations worldwide are available for your surfing pleasure. Enjoy!

Herbert L. Huestis is a contributing editor of The Diapason.

Technical support: real assistance or smoke and mirrors?

There are lots of jokes about technical support, especially in the world of computers and the geeks who know them best. I am most fortunate that my son, well-trained in binary matters, arrives at my home for a waffle breakfast almost every Saturday, and in the process invariably attends to some small problem on Dad's computer. Last week it was slow printers--something about "spooling." Well, he unspooled it, and I thought it was more like untangling a fishing line than de-installing bits and bytes that were out of place in the infernal machine.

Pipe organs embrace the oldest technologies in the form of sticks and levers to make pipes speak, while at the same time tantalizing players with a myriad of buttons and other computerized gizmos that stretch the imagination to new heights of perversity. I was more than a little shocked to learn that Canadian conservatory training for organists "requires" the use of an organ with expression shoes and a combination action for the edification of an advanced student. The implication is that a lowly tracker organ built in the historical style is somehow insufficient for the practice of literature these students need to learn. Before I elicit too many howls of protest, I'll concede that technological "advances" are perceived as a necessary part of the education of the pipe organist, regardless of the many and varied aesthetics of the instrument.

With technological advancement  comes the responsibility of managing resources and, from a professional builder's point of view, making sure that all systems included in a pipe organ work reliably. In the world of business that governs the creation, construction and installation of pipe organs, most high-tech components of the organ are "sourced"--that is, they are made by specialty firms that sell their products directly to organ builders. Builders install these products in their organs and the client (i.e., the player) is the actual "user" of these materials. Put another way, the source company is a "third party supplier," the organ builder is the "contractor," and the church or other institution is the "client," who hires an organist, who in turn is the poor sap with all the questions when things go wrong just as he begins the doxology.

Most suppliers of electronic goods are quick to provide a high level of technical support. This means that they will hold hands with both "users" and "contractors" in assuring that their goods are put to the right application and that, indeed, all the parts are working as they should. Many will go way beyond the mere requirements of a guarantee to stand behind their product. However, there are a few caveats that might help illuminate the situation.

Most organ builders know how to ask the right questions, but the organists whom they serve may not know how to ask for help when it comes to managing the buttons. Often an itinerant technician will discover (if they are listening) that an organist has been "working around" a problem that could easily have been solved if it had been identified.

When a problem is brought up and head scratching ensues, players should feel confident that technical support will be swift, sure, and helpful. Delays and finger pointing do far more damage to a supplier's (and a contractor's) bottom line than the cost of a quick phone call and decent explanation of how to proceed in specific situations. A frustrated technician can only pass on subliminal "Don't buy" messages!

The point of all this is that organ technicians owe it to their clients to evaluate the suppliers of high-tech components of pipe organs with questions relating to technical support before any other aspect of the product is considered. Forget the bells and whistles for a moment--even how many memory levels are available or what the "programming" options are. The first questions that should be asked--and answered satisfactorily--are: "How good is the technical support?" "How prompt is the response to a problem?" Success in this department will be reflected in a better bottom line for the builder and reliability for the player.

The Isle of Man

This article is coming to you from the Isle of Man, an island some 30 miles long by about 14 miles wide, and sitting midway between Ireland and England. Its longest river--the Sulby--stretches for a full 10 miles or more, and Snaefell--the highest mountain--reaches a height of over 2,000 feet. Anyone with a world atlas and a magnifying glass to hand will have no trouble in locating the "Island," as those who live here often term it, off the west coast of England, facing Liverpool.

The Isle of Man may be little known in the wider world (or even on the "adjacent island" of England--we don't say "mainland," of course!) but like most places it does have its peculiar features which mark it out for those with special interests. It is an off-shore finance center, for example, with relatively low rates of tax. It is known for its motorcycle races (the "TT Races") which take place on the public roads--one of the largest (and arguably most dangerous) circuits of its kind in the world. For those who like unspoiled countryside to look at or walk over, and a quiet and relatively unhurried way of life, the Isle of Man is the place to be. It is an island of Fairies, one of the largest water-wheels you are ever likely to see, Celtic stone crosses and much more. Most important to me, and I hope of interest to readers, its small area is home to a surprising variety of some 50 or so pipe organs, and I am more than happy to have been the resident organ builder here for over 20 years.

For those of us with a fascination for the King of Instruments, there is much to be said about life here--too much for one article such as this--and rather than describe the organs as a whole in greater or lesser detail, I thought it might be better to describe some of the incidents which make the life of "the organ man" anything but tedious.

Looking back over the work undertaken in the recent past, I see one job which will be of interest to the great majority of organ players, from the professional recitalist to the home enthusiast who plays only for his own enjoyment. I refer to an ambition which attracts so many organists, and which eludes all but a few--the luxury of a real pipe organ in one's own home.

How many have investigated this possibility, only to find that the cost (and sometimes the space) involved ensures that the pipe dream remains just that? True, there is the electronic substitute--smaller and cheaper, with a great variety of Golden Tones of one kind or another--and then again the organ in church is usually available to the serious player--albeit not so attractive in the winter, nor so convenient for that odd 30 minutes practice at the end of the day. But for those badly infected by the organ bug, the unfortunates with an acute case of "organitis," there can never be any hope of a cure until they can see for themselves those gleaming ranks of metal and wooden pipes and the console with its several keyboards, waiting in the music room for their sole use!

So it was with The Reverend Alec Smith. His love of the organ had actually led him to start an apprenticeship in organ building as a young man, but he quickly saw the light, heard the call, and became an ordained priest in the Church of England. At that time, he assembled a worthy (if somewhat ungainly) collection of pipes, old keyboards, bits of mechanism, etc., into a Frankenstein creation which crouched in the corner of one of the large rooms of the vicarage in his country parish in England. This creation was a credit to its owner, but more than a little ponderous for anything other than a large house (preferably not your own) with plenty of spare rooms. When, in the fullness of time, Alec became an army chaplain, and he and his wife Jean were inevitably posted abroad, the organ was dispersed, almost all of it never to be seen again.

On retirement from the army, Alec settled in the Isle of Man and became Organ Advisor to the Diocese. It was now that the organ-building bug, which had lain dormant for so many years, was re-awakened, and the idea of a house organ was again proposed. There were, of course, several problems. The usual ones--centered around lack of space and finances--were, quite rightly, pointed out by Jean, and in any case there was a seemingly adequate 2-manual electronic, with its equally large speaker cabinet, already taking up far too much room in their small cottage in the Manx countryside. Jean correctly pointed out that it was more room they needed, not a pipe organ!

In a attempt to save some space, and acting on the advice of the local music shop, new and much smaller speakers were fitted to the electronic by an "expert" from Douglas, the Island's capital. After a day spent fitting the new speakers into the ceiling (with the novel use of a screwdriver to create some suitable holes in the plaster), the expert switched on, at which point there was an impressive bang followed by an ominous burning smell. It seemed, on later examination, that the amplifiers (intended to power two large speaker banks in a church setting) had seen the modern speakers as a virtual short circuit in electrical terms, with the inevitable result. The expert withdrew, promising to "work something out." I believe he left the Island, and, in any case, was never seen again. The electronic was no longer adequate. It was dead.

At this point, a further discussion took place on the subject of a new pipe organ, and Jean was persuaded, but only agreed on one seemingly-impossible condition: aside from the console, the new organ must not project into the room any further than the line of the first ceiling beam (some 14≤ from the end wall). Since there was no possibility of siting anything behind the walls (three of them being external, and the fourth taken up with the fireplace) the situation appeared hopeless, and it was at this point that Alec called me in.

Impossible situations regarding space are a challenge to the organ builder. More than one has succumbed to the temptation to push too-large an organ into too-small a space, with disastrous results, and I have seen the consequences of several of these unhappy situations. In one such case, an instrument was built in which the Great and Choir (mounted one above the other and in front of the Pedal pipework) "speak" into a solid masonry wall some 3 feet thick. Tuning/maintenance of such an organ is difficult if not impossible, and a warning to any organ designer. Alec's requirement was for the cheapest possible instrument, with a fair selection of stops over two manuals and pedals, all within a depth of 14≤. It had to fit into one small room of a cottage which has only three rooms on the ground floor (the other two being the kitchen and porch) and it must not be a monster from the tuning/maintenance standpoint.

There was space for only two or three sets of pipes, but Alec stated from the outset that, "I want more than three wheels on my car," so we were obviously looking to something other than mechanical action with two or three stops. This need to make the most of the available pipework suggested an "extension organ" of some sort. This, and the restrictions of the site, dictated electric action, and financial considerations suggested the simple mechanism as shown in the sketch. The question of electric versus mechanical action is one of those subjects likely to provoke strong opinions both for and against. In my view, each system has its merits and I am happy to work with either, but when a client requests more stops than the room or budget will allow, the obvious way forward is for a stoplist extended from a small number of ranks, and this means an electric mechanism. The design shown, if correctly made, is reliable, very quick (giving good repetition) and quiet. Incorrectly handled, it is none of these things, and has thereby acquired a poor reputation in some circles. With sufficient funds, and more space, an electro-pneumatic action would have been more sophisticated, but with enough care taken in its design and construction, direct electric action (as shown) is almost as good.

Some readers may be unfamiliar with the idea of an "extension" organ. This is an instrument in which a set, or "rank," of pipes is available to be played at more than one pitch. For example, a set of flute pipes could be played at 8' pitch (via a console stop labeled, say, Stopt Diapason 8') and the same set could also be available at 4' pitch (via a console stop labeled Flute 4') or at 16'  pitch (in which case the console stop might be labeled Bourdon 16') and so on. Clearly, the idea has its uses and abuses, as in the case of the 2-manual and pedal organ in which every console stop was actually taken from a single rank of Dulciana pipes!

The final stoplist is one which I have used successfully on various occasions. It is based on three ranks representing the three main tone-colors of the organ:  Diapason, Flute and String. Each of the three ranks consists of 73 pipes, and are listed below as:

Rank A/ Open Diapason, running from C13,

Rank B/ Stopt Diapason, running from C1, and

Rank C/ Salicional, running from C13.

In addition there are 12 stopped Quint pipes (shown below as "Q") running from G8 (at 8' pitch) for the pedal 16' stop (see later).

(Reed tone was not included, as it is difficult to have conventional reeds sufficiently quiet for such a small setting. In any case, there was no space available.)

Note that the Open Diapason is of small scale, and this made it much more suitable, for our purpose, than the more usual scaling of such a stop. When selecting second-hand pipes for a home extension organ, a Principal would be the first choice  to provide the Open Diapason--Principal--Fifteenth "stops," as they appear on the console, and I have even known a Gamba to make a very acceptable open metal extension rank, once it had been re-scaled and re-voiced. Ideally, where finances are not a limiting factor, new pipes should be made for all ranks, so that their scaling can be suited to the room and stoplist.

If an "extension" scheme is to work, musically, it is important to avoid the temptation of too many stops from too few pipes. I know of one organ with the stops simply repeated on each keyboard, and though this gives maximum flexibility, it is very confusing from the player's point of view, and the instrument as a whole is strangely bland and characterless. The three sets of pipes for Alec's organ were made available at different pitches, under the guise of different stop names, to make registration more straightforward from the player's point of view. In this way, some 15 speaking stops are available to the organist, instead of three which would result from the use of mechanical action.

The specification shown has only one stop (the Stopt Diapason) actually repeated on each manual. This is because it is so frequently used, and blends with the other two ranks at 8' pitch.  None of the other manual stops are repeats, and they have been arranged so as to discourage the use of the same rank at only one octave apart. (E.g.,  the Open Diapason 8' is intended to be used with the Salicet 4', or the Flute 4', not the Principal 4', as you might expect.) Using the stops of an extension organ in this way reduces or (more usually) eliminates the well-known "missing note" problem, which occurs when one strand of the music runs across another, and both need a pipe from the same rank, albeit from different extended "stops." If, for instance, the Stopt Diapason 8' and Flute 4' are drawn on the same manual and key C25 is held down, the pipes heard, as counted from the flute rank, will be C25 and C37. Now add manual key C13, which will sound pipes C13 and C25 (which is already playing from key C25). In this example a pipe at the pitch of C25 should appear twice, but actually appears only once. The missing note will be most obvious if either of the two manual keys is held down while the other is repeated.

One of the most important criticisms to be levelled at an extension scheme is this problem of missing notes, which can lead to a lack of clarity. For all practical purposes, this drawback can be completely overcome by a combination of the organ builder (in preparing a modest stoplist) and the player (in thoughtful use of the instrument, so that the smallest number of stops is drawn at any one time, preferably from different ranks, or at least from ranks separated by more than one octave). In actual practice, this kind of stop selection becomes automatic to the organist who realizes the limitations of the instrument.

Another important factor in the success of this type of organ is the regulation of volume and tone quality of the pipes within a stop, and also the regulation of the stops in relation to each other. Each stop is regulated with a very gradual crescendo from bass to treble. This requires subtle handling, but when correctly carried out results in a clear ensemble in which the treble parts can be heard above the tenor and bass.

The ranks themselves are regulated with much less distinction in power than would usually be the case, so that equivalent pipes of the Stopt Diapason are similar in volume to those of the Open Diapason, and the Salicional, while quieter, is not far behind. This results in much less contrast in power among the 8' stops and this is a compromise, of course, though you still have variety of tone. The blend between ranks played at different pitches is much better than if they are regulated in a conventional manner, with the Open Diapason much louder than the Stopt Diapason and Salicional distinctly quieter. In an instrument such as this, contrast in power is created more by contrasting combinations of stops than between the ranks themselves. Regulating the ranks as if they were separate stops (a mistake often found in both church and house extension organs) results in the Open Diapason and Principal obliterating everything else, while the Fifteenth screams. 

I have used the specification shown several times, including my own house organ, and find it to behave very much as a 'straight' instrument would. I seldom use the couplers, though there are occasions when they become necessary. While it requires thoughtful registration to get the best from an extension organ, a scheme such as this, with a small number of stops, arranged so as to discourage the use of the same rank in two stops separated by only one octave, is very successful.

To cut down costs, Alec agreed to the use of his old electronic as a console, and also to the use of any other second-hand parts which could be obtained. He was also interested and able to lend a hand in the actual construction, when his earlier experiences in organ building were a great asset. The need to keep within 14≤ maximum depth was easily dealt with, by taking up the entire width of the room, side-to-side.

Knowing the number and range of the ranks and the space available, the first step, in a job such as this, is to measure the pipework, in order to see how best to arrange the pipes, and, indeed, if they will fit in at all!

Metal pipes need to be measured in height and in diameter, wooden ones in height only (including any stoppers). In practice, nearly all metal pipes run to a standard scaling (i.e., the rate at which the diameters reduce from note C1 through to the top pipe). Wooden pipes vary considerably, both in scaling (the internal width and depth) and in the thickness of the wood used, which in turn decides the external width and depth. There is also the question of the foot, which, in second-hand wooden pipes (and some new ones) can be bored well off-center. For these reasons it is best to make a paper template of the bottom of each wooden pipe, as described later.

I already had a small scale (i.e., relatively small diameter) Open Diapason rank, and a Salicional, both running form C13 (so the longest pipe in both sets was about 4' speaking length) and Alec located, from a friendly organ builder on the mainland, the Stopped Diapason pipes (running from C1) and a bundle of miscellaneous stoppered wooden pipes for the pedal Quint.

The necessary measurements were taken and noted down in the form of a table. I find it convenient to have a sheet of paper with the 12 notes C through to B in a column down the left-hand edge, followed by vertical columns headed "1--12" then "13--24" then "25--36" and so on, up to "73--84," placed from left to right across the page. This forms a table which will cover an 84-note rank, the biggest usually needed. (Note C85 is only necessary in the case of a rank which runs from 8' pitch to 2' pitch, where the organ has a manual key compass of 61 notes. This C85 pipe needs an additional square to itself.) Every square represents a pipe, and in each one can be written the length and diameter (if metal), together with other details such as size of a rackboard hole, and toe hole etc., which are also measured at this time.

Notice that only the Stopped Diapason rank has its bottom octave (in organ building terms, a "Stopped Bass") the largest pipe of which is, like the other two ranks, something over four feet long. The Salicional and Open Diapason share this bottom octave, as does the 16' pedal stop (the "Harmonic Bass") which produces an acceptable 16' substitute, in the first 12 notes of the pedalboard, by playing the Stopped Bass pipes with the appropriate Quint pipe (from a separate and therefore very soft, 12-note rank of wooden pipes). The resultant note (actually a low hum) which is created from a combination of any stop of 8' pitch and its quint is at 16' pitch. Admittedly, this is much softer than the two pipes actually sounding. The pedals from C13 up play the Stopped Bass again, and then the rest of the Stopt Diapason, thereby sounding at true 16' pitch. These compromises are necessary to reduce the size of the organ, and, if carefully carried out, are soon accepted by the player and listener, especially in a small room.

While there is no substitue for the soft, heavy, warm tone of a full-length Bourdon bass, I have asked many players (including several professionals) their opinion on this "resultant" 16' pedal stop. So far, no one has realized what he was playing until it was pointed out. They all accepted it as a pedal 16'  stop, like any other. The least convincing notes in the bottom octave are, predictably, the smallest three or four. If there is room for full-length pipes down to, say, F#7, so much the better.

It is worth noting that a quinted 16'  effect which uses the pipes of the Stopt Diapason rank only is almost always a failure, because the quint will be too loud. If you have no room for the extra Quint pipes, it is better to use the 8' octave of the Stopt Bass on its own (from pedal keys C1 to B12) before completing the pedal compass by repeating the Stopt Bass followed by the rest of the Stopt Diapason. Another possibility worth considering is a 16' bottom octave in free reeds.

Full-size card or paper templates are needed to represent the metal pipes, as seen from above. It is not normally necessary to make these for every pipe, as different stops usually reduce in diameter, note for note, to a more or less standard pattern. If this pattern is known, the set of templates need cover only the range of diameters from the fattest metal pipe in the organ (in this case C13 of the Open Diapason) down to the minimum spacing dictated by the pipe-valve mechanism. (As direct electric action was being used and the smallest magnets were 3/4≤ wide, with pipes placed directly above the valves, minimum pipe spacing = 3/4≤ + 1/8≤ clearance [= 7/8≤] no matter how small the pipes.)

Like most organ builders, I have a set of these circular templates for general use, so templates for the metal pipes were already at hand, but the wooden pipes had to have paper templates individually made to show their exact shape and the center of the pipe feet. Such a template is made by taking an over-sized piece of paper, drawing on it a circle which equals the diameter of the pipe foot, cutting this out, and sliding the paper up under the pipe and creasing around the four sides. Once the paper is removed and trimmed to size, the original circle can be taped back into place, resulting in an accurate template.

Alec's wooden Stopt Diapason (reputedly by the well-known Victorian organ builder, William Hill) was over 100 years old, and may have been in more than one organ during its lifetime. Its mouths were rather high, which made the tone breathy, and some of the pipes had been mitred, or were cut too short, possibly where they had been in a crowded swell box. But it was basically sound and we went on the basis that it could be made acceptable by repairs, lowering the mouths and re-voicing. The Salicional and Open Diapason ranks were also Victorian, from a local Methodist church. Again, they were not perfectly scaled or voiced for a house  organ, but were basically well-made and capable of re-voicing. All the pipes were measured, and with the tables of measurements and templates to hand, and a given space into which to fit the pipes and action, the process of "setting out" could begin.

An instrument with direct electric action enables the builder to arrange pipework in almost any pattern, within the limits of the room and the physical space taken up by the pipes themselves (or, in the case of the tiny treble notes, the size of their magnets and valves). My preferred system of setting out is slightly unusual, in that I like to place the taller pipes behind the smaller pipes, regardless of their rank. Most other builders would plant pipes in rows, each row being made up from pipes of the same rank.

Secondly, and in common with many of my colleagues, I prefer to plant pipes in "sides," i.e., pipe C1 on the extreme left of the organ, and C#2 on the right, working down to the treble pipes in the middle. In this way, all the pipes of the "C side" (C, D, E, F#, G#, A#) will be on the left, and those of the "C# side" (C#, D#, F, G, A, B) will be on the right.

These two underlying principles result in a pipe set-out which is visually attractive, compact, and which offers the greatest accessibility for tuning and maintenance. Admittedly, it does lead to some complications in the cabling patterns between the console and the magnets, but this is not an insurmountable problem. (In fact, the many cables for this organ were made up, wire by wire, by my school-boy workshop assistant, with no errors at all.)

Alec and I set out our templates on strips of white paper, as wide as Jean would permit, (the 14≤ maximum) and as long as the space available (i.e., the width of the room: 157≤ or just over 13 feet). After a day or two of pushing the templates around, and, bearing in mind the many details such as how the pipes could be best faced away from each other, the space to be allowed for rack pillars, cable registers, assembly screws and many other essentials beyond the scope of this account, we decided upon the ideal arrangement, with the pipes set out on three chests. The chests were placed one above the console, for the treble pipes, and one on each side at a lower level, for the bass pipes. The central chest was just under 13≤ from front to back, and the two other chests were only 9≤ wide. The whole organ would stand in the maximum ceiling height of 91≤ (barely over 71/2 feet). The actual planting pattern was so tight that every possible space has been used, given the limited width and length available. Even so, no pipes are crowded, and all of them have been accommodated. The fronts of the three chests were made from oak-veneered ply salvaged from the old speaker cabinet and console back of the electronic. Consequently, they matched the finish of the console exactly.

Admittedly, there was no room for any casework or building frame, and we had yet to solve the problem of space for the blower, wind pressure regulator, wind trunks, low voltage current supply and one or two other essentials, but these are minor obstacles to the true organ fanatic!

The actual construction of the instrument started with the chests--comprising the pipe ranks, toe boards, or top boards (on which the pipes stand) "wells"  (the sides and ends) and bottom boards. Details of each chest varied with the numbers of rows of pipes, but the sketches showing the basic mechanism will give a good idea of a typical chest in cross-section.

Strips of mdf (a sheet material available in 3/4≤ thickness) were cut for the top boards for each of the three chests, and the pipes centers were punched directly onto them, using the paper setouts, taped down, as a template. Based on these centers, the magnets, valves, pipe racks and the many other details of the mechanism can be marked out and fitted. Unfortunately, a detailed description of this procedure is beyond the scope of a general article such as this. While the basis of the mechanism is shown clearly in the sketch, there are a great many practical details which must be finalized in design and observed in manufacture, if this deceptively simple idea (drilling a hole, screwing a magnet and valve under it, and planting a pipe on top of it) is to be carried through to create a reliable musical instrument. Such a mass of information has not, to my knowledge, ever been written down, as it is essentially based on practical experience over the years. If any readers are interested in further practical details, it may be possible to describe some of the problems involved, and how they are overcome, in a future article, but only a practicing organbuilder can have all the necessary skills and knowledge to cope with every situation, and this makes it impossible to give a general "recipe" for building an organ.

The wind supply is provided by a small electric blower of course, but this one is unusual, in that it was passed on to Alec by an organ-building friend from the days of his original house organ. Indeed, it turned out to be the very same blower, which had returned to him, after an absence of 30 or more years! It proved to be an excellent machine, and very quiet when housed in a new silencing cabinet.

It was necessary to regulate the wind pressure to a value suitable for the pipes and their setting, and, of course, we had no space for traditional bellows. In a case such as this, I used my own design of wind pressure regulator (basically a hinged plate of 1/2≤ sheet material, "floating" over a rubbercloth diaphragm, and supporting some suitably-tensioned springs). Movement of the plate controls a valve which allows wind from the blower through to the chests. As the pipework makes a demand on the supply, the valve opens just far enough to maintain pressure to within 1/8≤ or less at peak demand. This is an acceptable degree of control, and only a very critical ear will notice the slight fall-off in power. Every builder has his favorite design for such a regulator (sometimes called a 'schwimmer' or, in my case, a 'compensator') and they all bear a strong family resemblance. Not all are equally effective, however, and some are prone, under adverse conditions, to fluttering (creating an effect like a very rapid Tremulant). Again, only experience of such devices can provide a way out of trouble, though there are some basic rules in compensator design.

The steady, regulated wind from the compensator is fed to the chest by a rather broad, but shallow, wind-trunk (made in mdf, like the blower box and compensator). This is fixed to the back wall, out of sight, behind the console.

With all the basic elements designed, there still remained the question of the 14≤ limit on width. Obviously, the blower box and compensator were too wide to keep within the limit, so it was decided to camouflage them, together with the circuit boards, transformer/rectifier unit, and other large components.

In the final design, the three chests were screwed to plates of 3/4≤ ply, previously fixed, in a true vertical position, to the rather uneven stone wall. The console was placed centrally, with the two outer chests (holding the bass pipes) low down on each side. The third chest (containing all the treble pipes) was fixed centrally on the wall, just behind and above the console's music desk. Two bookcases were made to fill completely the gap between the sides of the console and the side walls of the house. They were set rather further forward than would be usual, with a broad top which ran back to the wall behind, effectively disappearing under the side chests.

On the left of the console, the bookcase is a real one, with its top extending over the circuit boards and transformer/rectifier unit hidden behind. To the right of the console the seemingly identical bookcase is, in fact, a dummy. Its shelves and books are only about 11/4≤ deep. (One of the more bizarre scenes in the workshop was that of pushing large quantities of scrap books through the circular saw, leaving their spines and an inch or so of paper and cover. These truncated volumes look convincing when glued, side-by-side, onto the foreshortened bookcase back.) The space under the dummy bookcase top contains the blower box and compensator. The bookcases, blower box, compensator, etc., all sit on 3/4≤ ply panels which have been leveled onto the floor.

Once Alec had installed his real books and ornaments, the organ (while visually dominating such a small room, as it must) blended into its domestic setting beautifully, with a spectacular visual touch being provided by a trumpet-blowing angel, carved in oak, which had been salvaged from a local church altarpiece,

What of the finished product? Naturally, the instrument is a compromise--but then this is true of all but the largest organs. It is a pity, for instance, that there was no room for a swell box, or another rank, but it is a wise builder or player who knows when he has gone as far as space and finances will allow. The wooden Stopt Diapason rank had its top lips lowered, and was re-voiced to produce a charming, rather quaint sound, with none of the original's unattractive, breathy tone. The Open Diapason had to be softened to just short of dullness, and now adds considerable fullness and warmth. The Salicional has made an excellent quiet voice, and is also very useful in its other pitches, where it adds brightness without shrillness. This is most important in a small room, and it is worth noting that, the larger the room (up to cathedral proportions) the brighter and more cutting the treble pipework can, and must, be. But the opposite is true for a small space, where top notes can easily become uncomfortably piercing--hence the lack of Mixtures on small house organs with no swell boxes. Many visiting organists, both professional and amateur, have played Alec's instrument since its completion, and all have been pleasantly surprised by its resources and the fact it is possible to produce satisfying performances of both classical and romantic works, albeit with some ingenuity on the part of the player.

True, it would have been possible to install a "large" electronic with three or four manuals, a wide range of stops and artificial reverberation, and I can see the attraction of such an idea, especially for the player whose interest lies in large-scale, romantic works. But, I cannot imagine anything less convincing than the sound of pedal and manual reeds, with Diapasons and mixtures, echoing with a five-second reverberation, across a room some 16 feet long and 8 feet high. The sound of a small organ in a small room, with no reverberation at all, is an authentic one and has a special charm. Whether it be two or three ranks of pipes offered with mechanical action as two or three stops, or whether, as in this case, the ranks are extended to several "stops," the small domestic instrument has a sound and fascination all its own, and is capable of giving much pleasure, both visually and musically, over many years.

Peter Jones will be pleased to receive comments, either on this article, or relating to readers' own experiences, at: The Bungalow, Kennaa, St. John's, Isle of Man, 1M4 3LW, Via United Kingdom

Manual I

                  8'            Open Diapason A

                  8'            Stopt Diapason B

                  4'            Salicet C

                  4'            Flute B

                  22/3'    Twelfth C

                  2'            Fifteenth A

                                    Man II/Man I

Manual II

                  8'            Stopt Diapason B

                  8'            Salicional C

                  2'            Salicetina C

                  11/3'    Nineteenth C

Pedal

                  16'         Harmonic Bass B & Q

                  8'            Bass Flute B

                  4'            Fifteenth A

                  2'            Salamine C

                                    Man I/Ped

                                    Man II/Ped

Summary

                  A              Open Diapason 73 pipes

                  B              Stopt Diapason 73 pipes

                  C              Salicional 73 pipes

                  D              Quint 12 pipes

50 years of teaching at The University of Michigan, Part 2

Part 1 of this interview appeared in the October issue of The Diapason, pp. 16-21.

Q: I just wonder how you get all your energy.

A: Well, maybe it's because I'm from Oklahoma. I do exercise a lot. I walk quite a bit and I used to bike a lot, too.

Q: Does everybody in Oklahoma have energy like that?

A: It depends on the genes. They're always friendly, I know that.

Q: What suggestions do you have for young organists?

A: There might be some suggestions which are based on my own experience. One of them is the Boy Scout motto: "Be prepared," because as I look back the break that I had was in 1950 when the Boston AGO called me to say "Robert Ellis was to play and he cannot play. Will you play the Schoenberg 'Variations' for us?" I had less than two weeks to prepare this piece. But fortunately I had been prepared. I'd had my lessons with Schoenberg. I'd been preparing the piece and playing it for some time. I had it memorized.

The second thing is to be flexible. That is, if someone asks you to play, don't say, "I won't play because we don't have four manuals." Don't say, "I can't play because there's only two manuals."  Roll with the punches, be willing to fit into the situation. It's better to be playing a recital and have to make a few compromises than not be playing at all.

The third thing, very important, is be dependable. If you say you will be there, if you say you will do such and such, be there, do it. Be known for your dependability and your accountability.

Don't procrastinate. That comes along with being dependable. Don't put things off. I have a very fine colleague in the organ department--James Kibbie. He is the splendid example of this. He never procrastinates. If I suggest something or if I ask him to do something, he does it immediately. I think that's an important aspect of our work. If for any reason I might have to put off something, it's because my inner sense of the whole situation says "wait." We all know of situations where if you had waited a little bit things would have worked out a little better than if you had gone ahead immediately. So I say procrastination with a grain of salt--using your own judgment.

These four things matter: to be prepared, to be flexible, to be dependable, and not to procrastinate.

Q: Please tell about the Fisk organ here which is named "The Marilyn Mason Organ."

A: The organ which stands in the Blanche Anderson Moore Hall in the School of Music is a result of a lot of thinking and consulting and wondering what was going to happen next with our department. Robert Clark was teaching with us at the time we were thinking and trying to decide. He had just made his first trip to what was formerly East Germany. We knew that we were going to have this fund started by Judith Barnett Metz. She told me, "I would like to do something in your honor. Would you like a Marilyn Mason scholarship?" I said, "Well, we need an organ more than anything." So she gave Michigan the initial funds. Bob Clark said, "We should have a copy of one of those beautiful Silbermanns because we don't have anything like that." At that time, about 1979-80, there was nothing like that in the States. So he was the one who gave us that marvelous idea, and the whole faculty--Robert Glasgow, James Kibbie & Michele Johns--thought it was the right thing to do. So, that's what we did. The interesting thing is how it came about. I went to our Dean, Paul Boylan (and he had just become the Dean in 1979). I said, "We're going to have this money for an organ, but we can't have an organ without a place to house it." He said, "I want to have a rehearsal/concert hall for musical theater, because we're expanding that wonderfully." Then he said, "Can't we think about combining the two?" which is of course what we did. So we arranged to visit President Shapiro (this was during his very early days in office) and called on him together with this proposal. He said, "I'll be glad to help you and I think it a good idea." So he was very helpful in getting us funds from the legislature. Then there was other money which helped us get the Palmer Christian Lobby. People donated for that. The Earl V. Moore people donated for that. Bill Doty, Mildred Andrews and Franklin Mitchell also donated to the lobby. The hall is named for Blanche Anderson Moore (wife of Earl V. Moore) who was a very devoted patron of the arts. She came to many organ recitals. I remember seeing her at Hill Auditorium when some of us were playing. And so we named this hall in her honor. The organ contract was signed in 1980 with Charlie Fisk, who said, "I won't have the organ for you until 1985." We said, "Oh, it will never come." He said, "It will be here quicker than you can realize." That was really the truth--it was here very quickly. We dedicated the organ on October 4, 1985, and it was a special occasion.

Q: Was the organ named for you at that time?

A: No, that was a few years later. Dean Boylan said that it should be named for me because the initial funds had been given by Judith Barnett Metz in my honor. This was a very nice gesture, and I appreciate it very much.

The organ is modeled after a Silbermann, but there is no specific organ which it copies. We would not want, and  we could not make a perfect copy simply because the hall is different and the time is different. We're no longer in the 18th century. In most of the churches where the Silbermanns stand the organ is in the west gallery, while this one is in the front. We have a very nice situation the way the hall is built. There are tiers of steps that go up to the organ. Last night, as part of our Institute, there was a choral concert with James Abbington, conductor. The singers were standing on these different steps, and it was nice for the 20 singers to be heard that way in  acoustics quite sympathetic for the voices.

Q: The Fisk organ has provided the students there with an opportunity to encounter historic organ building principles that they wouldn't have in other places.

A: Exactly. It's been a big impetus for us. I am especially glad that we could provide the original type winding: the bellows may be hand pumped and a recital could go on despite an electrical storm, and Michigan has them. With this organ, our teaching organs and the organ at Hill Auditorium, we feel very blessed. We have 16 practice organs plus 3 teaching organs and 2 performance organs. We have the magic number of Bach--21.

Q: Would you talk about your family?

A: My first husband was Professor Richard K. Brown. Many of my students knew him. He was a true gentleman, a wonderful engineer and teacher, a man whom I had first met in 1945. We were married in 1949 (long enough time for him to see me in action, so to speak, and he knew what he was getting). He continued teaching at the University of Michigan until he retired in 1987.

We have two sons. The first is Merritt Christian Brown (named after my father and Palmer Christian), born in 1955. He's a scientist who earned his Ph.D. here at Michigan. He took classes with his father in engineering. He would come home and tell his father, "You could make that course even more strict. You have some very gifted students in there." Richard would say, "But I'm aiming for the middle students as well as the gifted ones." Then he would say to his son, "Please, don't go into engineering." Our son played the violin just wonderfully, studying with Gustave Rosseels at Michigan. When he would finish practicing, I would say, "Oh, Chris, you play so beautifully, but please don't go into music." So, here was this young man with opposing directives, so he chose acoustics. After earning the Ph.D., he continued research in the Kresge Hearing Laboratory. Later, he read a paper at an acoustical conference in Los Angeles. An engineer who heard him there said, "We would be very interested in having you join our research at Massachusetts General Hospital." Chris was intrigued with the work they were doing, so he joined that research group. His mentor there was Nelson Kiang. Dr. Kiang later invited him to teach at Harvard. He is Associate Professor at the Harvard Medical School where he teaches physiology. His specialty has been the inner ear. His music and his engineering led him into this.

To me, that's a lesson that young people must know. You must explore the options, and how better to explore the options than to go to school. If you're a freshman or sophomore in school and not happy with what you're doing, it may be that the Lord in telling you to go in a different direction.

I had a wonderful student, Weston Brown. After his sophomore year, he said, "You may be mad at me, but I think I want to change my major." I said, "No, I want you to do what you want to do." He said, "I am making straight A's in German and I am making a B in music history." I said, "The Lord is trying to tell you something." He said, "I love German." He earned the Bachelor's and Master's and later a Ph.D. from Columbia in German and musicology. That's a fine example of how you can find options if you keep watching. The best advice is to watch for the options and hope to find something that you enjoy doing. Try not to think about money. If you think only about the money you will make, you may end up doing something that you don't enjoy .

Our second son is Edward Brown, a wonderful young man who's a free-lance photographer. He lives in California. He likes California because the light is always wonderful there. But I think he loves it because there's no snow, fog or ice.

Q: Did either son have an urge to play the organ?

A: Not really, probably because they heard so much playing. It didn't turn them off, but they probably thought one organist was enough. I practice the piano a lot a home. Once one of our neighbors, Mary Sinnott, said to our son Edward, aged 10, "What's your mother doing?" He said, "She's playing the piano." The next day, Mrs Sinnott said, "What's she doing now?" He said, "She's still playing the piano." They got used to that.

When they were younger, I put them to bed with organ music on the house organ which my husband and I assembled in 1955. I gave that organ to two doctoral students, Howard & Marie Mehler. We purchased a small Walker tracker for practicing. My family has always been very supportive but also understanding with my schedule. The dishes may not get done or the beds made if I have to practice.

In 1991 my husband had enjoyed four years of retirement. Gardening was one of his interests and his beautiful rhododendrons still bloom. He suffered a stroke on May 7, 1991. We had to take him to the hospital. We thought he would recover from this, but on July 23 he slipped away. Both of our sons were extremely supportive of me at that time. Even though I had this great loss, I still had my teaching which was a comfort to me. I had become organist of the First Congregational Church in 1984. There, Tom Marshall had been my trusty assistant. I had the inspiration of the Wilhelm organ at the church and we had the Fisk here.

In the autumn of 1991, I felt more settled. Music was a great support to me. One of our good friends, Jim O'Neill, formerly chairman of the French department, called. "We have a dear friend and he would like for you to play a memorial service for his wife who died some time ago." Other friends, Mary and Bill Palmer, arranged dinner where I met William Steinhoff. Later, he came to the house to discuss music he wanted--mostly Bach and Mozart. I played for that service in January of 1992. After that, we had lunches and dinners. It was satisfying to spend time with someone who was not in music and yet who was very supportive. It's important to have a sympathetic person near you, someone who understands you. He is an emeritus Professor of English Literature at Michigan. Although he had taught here for 30 years, I had never met him. We were married on May 8, 1993. Someone said, "What did you do about music?" I said, "I played for my wedding!" We were to be at the church Saturday morning at 11:00. My sons were there along with Bill's nephew and niece. No one else was present. I said, "Well, I'm just going to play the prelude." So I played the Guilmant March on a Theme of Handel. Bill came in, saying, "Am I late?" So, Terry Smith performed the service for us. Then I moved to the organ and played the Widor "Toccata." That was a fine ending for our wedding service.

Q: Do you have brothers and sisters who are musical?

A: My brother James Clark Mason was musical. He was a wonderful family man, and loved his four children and wife. He died two years ago. My sister, Carolyn Mason Weinmeister, is active in computers and computer programming.   She enjoys music and sports. She lives in Oklahoma City and has one daughter and son.

Q: How do you keep your positive attitude?

A: A lot of this is based on the loving care that we had as children. Both our mother and father were supportive of us. My mother always did the cooking and dishes so that I could practice the piano or go to the church and practice the organ. A loving home, to be surrounded by such love, and a religious home, to be surrounded by Presbyterian Protestantism--these things are what you cannot take away but also what you can't buy. Parents must be aware of this when raising children. That religious upbringing that I was given is something that no one can ever take away and I hope I never forget.

Q: You continue to be a church organist, and you've been a church organist for a long time along with your teaching. Have you been an organist at several churches in Ann Arbor?

A: I was a substitute organist at the Presbyterian Church where we belonged for many years. When Zion Lutheran needed an organist, the music committee invited me to play there. I was the organist for many years in the early sixties. John Merrill was the choral conductor. I enjoyed the liturgical service and the Lutherans. I enjoy being a church organist and I like to play hymns.  I sometimes remind the students that if they are church musicians the title "church" comes first, with the flexibility and dependability that I mentioned earlier. And, after all, that is usually where the best organs are!

We were out at our lake cottage one Labor Day weekend, and I had to return for church on Sunday at Zion Lutheran. I went to the Schantz organ, saw the bulletin and #15 for the processional hymn. I opened the hymnal and found "Joy to the World." This was on Labor Day weekend! I thought--these Lutherans, if they want "Joy to the World" they're going to have it! I really gave it the full treatment. The choir came down the aisle with their books under their arms. Not a person was singing. When they arrived in the chancel the minister announced, "And now we'll have the opening hymn, number such-and-such." I had misread it and the "15" was the page number for the order of service. Regardless, I enjoyed the Lutheran service very much.

In 1963, I had a fine student, Donald Williams, who was just graduating. I recommended that he take over and he was invited. Dr. Williams was the organist/choirmaster at Zion Lutheran for over 30 years.

We need not frown on church and service music. As I said, that's where the good organs will be. We have at First Congregational a wonderful conductor, Willis Patterson, who inspires us all. My assistant, James Nissen, is Associate Director of Music. He is so versatile that he can play if I am gone or conduct if Willis is gone. That is good.

Q: The fact that you keep active in church music is a testimony to your own students and a good way that you can tell your students what they are going to experience when they go out to church jobs as well, because you know just what they will encounter. I think a lot of organ teachers in colleges are detached from that.

A: I don't want to ask my students to go into church music without experiencing it myself. We must not be detached from church music. We must be right in the swing.

One thing I do tell my students who move into church positions: You're a new organist and choir director in a church. If you don't hear anything, you're terrific. Keep telling yourself that. You'll always hear when somebody doesn't like it. When they don't like it, you must smile and try to agree. Don't be defensive. They may have a reason for saying so.

Q: I'd like to know when the cooking requirement came into the DMA program.

A: All my students, even Master's degree students, are invited to cook a meal for us. That idea came in the '50s. One of the nice meals that was prepared was by John McCreary and Phil Steinhaus. They knew that Jean Langlais was coming. They said, "We'll prepare a Master's dinner." So they prepared a wonderful dinner for us. It's referred to on page 15 of the book, Hommage à Langlais, in Langlais' diary, where he says, "We've had a dinner with the students and Marilyn Mason and her husband." That dinner was memorable because there was a pot roast which was luscious. The flavoring on the meat, the carrots and onions were delicious, but the potatoes had been added too late and they were hard. Langlais was trying to eat them with his knife and fork and said, "Is this some new vegetable in the United States that we don't know about?" Poor John was so chagrined. Those potatoes will always be remembered as the ones that didn't make it. That was the beginning of that requirement. And I am now so proud of Phil, his wonderful career as organist/choirmaster and his work with Aeolian-Skinner, and with John, too, 30 years in the Cathedral in Honolulu as Organist/ Choirmaster! I do feel we had that cooking requirement especially for the men, but we must all learn to cook.

Q: You're certainly well known for your jokes. For many years you had a joke book that you lost along the way.

A: No--it was stolen at Riverside Church. I was playing a recital there. The organ console had two large mirrors so the audience could see while you play. I thought I would put my purse right behind me. That purse had my joke book and some jewelry. Someone reached in behind and took the whole thing. Someone said, "What nicer way to lose it than to have it stolen from Riverside Church." But I've kept a lot of stories in my head. Along with flexibility comes a sense of humor--mostly to be willing to laugh at yourself. If we can have the light touch as we go along, I think that helps.

Q: Along with that, can you think of some humorous incidents in your travels that would be interesting?

A: I can think of some humorous things that happened here in Ann Arbor. I was playing for freshman convocation in the first week in September for about 4,000 new students. I had played the prelude, but they asked me to play a special piece. I chose the Haines "Toccata," which is something that I enjoy playing and can play without too much extra practice. The Dean of the Faculty, Charles Odegaard, looked over at me and said, "And now our organist will play --Miss Marilyn Monroe." All of these students just howled, and he was so embarrassed. He said, "Oh, I'm sure Miss Mason will do just as well." Then I did play and it was fun.

Another thing that happened at Hill Auditorium occurred in 1985. I had scheduled a series of 16 recitals of the music of Bach (1985 was 300th anniversary of Bach's birth). So I was doing that series here at the Fisk organ every Sunday afternoon at 4:00. But I was also supposed to play for a graduation ceremony at Hill Auditorium at 2:30. So I said to my colleague Sam Koontz (our organ technician at Hill Auditorium who knew the organ like the back of his hand and who had been one of my Master's students), "Will you please play the final hymn, which is the Michigan hymn, and then a postlude?" Sam said, "I'll be glad to." I played the opening prelude, the processional and "The Star-Spangled Banner." The console was in the corner on the far stage left. By this time it was about 3:00 and I needed to leave. So I left, and Sam was on the bench. I got to the Fisk on time and played the Bach recital in the afternoon. But I heard afterwards, the Vice President of the University, Richard Kennedy, had said at Hill (which he had never done before) "We're so happy to have our organist today--please thank Marilyn Mason." He looked back at the console. Sam threw up his hands in dismay, because I wasn't there. After that, when I was thanked for these occasions, Mr. Kennedy always looked back to see me.

Q: You mentioned that there have been 111 doctoral students. Do you have any idea of the total number of students you have taught?

A: No, I don't. But in over 50 years there were a lot of students. I wish I'd kept track, but at the time that is not the most important thing. Actually, we have graduated 600 organists in the Bachelor's and Master's programs since the first ones in 1932.

Q: I remember seeing the sea of people at your recognition dinner in 1986. All those people had been touched by your life, and also by the blue pencils that were given to each one.

A: I got the idea of the blue pencil from Palmer Christian. It's such a good way to mark music and it's easy on the eyes. It's a very important thing to mark fingering and how you're going to do things--not to have a Monday way, a Wednesday way, and a Thursday way. I have a student, Robert Jones, in Houston, who's fanatic about that. The strategy in the hand helps us to play. There are many people who say they're far too "creative" to mark their fingering. These are very often the ones who don't play as well as the ones who know where they're going.

The next thing is making the goals in your study. If you have a piece you want to learn, divide it into sections rather than trying to learn the whole thing all at once. Young people should have goals to learn certain music. In the semester system, we have juries for the music the student has learned. I don't know but that all of us don't waste time by being rather aimless. We waste time by not having an objective. That's why I've enjoyed teaching, because the goal is to be there and to have a plan.

Another goal I've had over the last five years is recording all the works of Pachelbel. He's such an imaginative composer. He doesn't have the rhetoric of the North Germans. He has a sweetness, placidity and strength in his music, and it has been a great joy to learn and play his music. These are recorded in the Musical Heritage Series. I began the series with the freely composed works, but then there were enough chorale preludes for three disks. The chorale preludes were written for services or as interludes for hymns. So we decided that the chorale would be sung first. A gifted tenor in the doctoral program, Robert Breault, sang the melodies. After  recording the chorales, we came to the Magnificats. I asked a Benedictine monk, Irwin West, to sing the alternation. There are more Magnificats written for the first tone than for any other. Dr. Tom Strode and his Boychoir sang the alternation for Volumes 7 and 8.

Q: Have you done some additional teaching elsewhere in addition to your teaching at Michigan?

A: I did some  teaching at Columbia University during summers while I was in doctoral studies. I taught at St. Paul's Chapel at Columbia, where Searle Wright was the organist. I also taught at Pomona College in Claremont and at the school in Brazil. But I love Michigan a lot. What's wonderful about teaching is that the clientele changes. I have had students for as many as four or five years. I have recommended that some of my students study with my other colleagues in the department. Prof. Glasgow, Dr. Kibbie, and Dr. Johns each have their own special things to offer.

Robert Glasgow excels in the nineteenth-century interpretations, while Dr. Kibbie enjoys the baroque and contemporary. Michele Johns with her expertise and experience has brought  much to our curriculum in church music practices. Her position as organist/choirmaster at Our Lady of Good Counsel, Plymouth, has given "hands-on" experience to so many of our students.

Q: Was there ever a thought that you would go anywhere else to teach?

A: I had a wonderful offer from USC  and Raymond Kendall in the '50s. But I talked to my husband and to Dean Moore and decided to stay here.

Q: In a job interview, someone once asked me what I would like written on my tombstone. What would you like to be remembered for?

A: You would like to think that the things you have done have been a blessing to other people and that you were kind. We all have our own opportunity to serve. So, for the stone, I have two suggestions: "She served and enjoyed" or "S. D. G."

Q: Thank you, Marilyn, for your 50 years of teaching at the University of Michigan and for the positive influence you have had on so many lives!

Joyce Johnson Robinson is associate editor of THE DIAPASON.

It is so exciting to take a piece of early music and find the rhythmic flexibilities within isolated motives, give and take within a smaller metric framework, good and bad, strong and weak beats.  This is just as challenging as holding together a 15-minute Romantic work like Franck's Prière, or shaping inner phrases with intense subtlety. I would argue that this kind of differentiation IS what communicates the most evocative nature of our instrument, and there is no reason that this cannot be done in an educated way. Mixing things up just for the sake of communication, color, etc., actually has, I believe, the opposite effect of the one intended. I think that playing the organ this way is not more colorful, more expressive, but ultimately less, because it cuts off the true potential of the instrument's diversity--diversity of style and all of the rhetoric implied by speaking different languages with convincing accents. This goes for transcriptions as much as for early music, Romanticism, or modern music. There is a time and place for everything, and if you communicate intelligently, creatively, and artistically, with an esthetic awareness and informed good taste, ALL things have a justified place.

JR: Since you're not part of a church staff anymore, how do you handle the practicing issue? Do you have an instrument where you reside--or how do you get enough practice time in?

ST: That's a tricky question. The answer is, sometimes I don't. Without a regular gig you have to rely on the generosity of your colleagues.

JR:The kindness of strangers!

ST: (chuckles) The kindness of strangers, or sometimes even the kindness but complexity of friends. You know, New York City can be especially quirky that way. I can't always go to a church and say "Can I come and use this organ?" You call someone and say "I'd like to come for two hours and bring a student over to look at some music on your instrument; it has a big acoustic and they'd like to learn from that, could we come over for an afternoon?" They say, "Sure." If you say, "Could I practice two or three days a week?" then it's "Well, you know the schedule. . . ."

There's often some monkey wrench. So I've found a few churches that have been very, very kind to me and I sort of play musical chairs among them. Every now and then I might play a wedding or a little mini-concert or something for them for free as a way of saying thank you, and that way you get a practice organ one place or another, usually 4 to 5 days a week. I've been very lucky that way for the past two years. It's a lot of juggling and a lot of being very creative because it's the one thing you want to be consistent and simple.

On the other hand, it wasn't always better having a big church job--St. Patrick's can be like Grand Central Station. Such a crossroads of tourists and masses and weddings and all that going on. You could never use the organ during regular business hours because of the number of people in the building, and for the longest time you couldn't use the organ at all after dark because they put on the security system--so you couldn't practice during the day when it was open, and you couldn't practice at night when it was closed. St. Bart's was easier, because they couldn't care less when you practiced, as long as nothing else was happening. But as the place got bigger and busier, and more outside groups would come in from rentals and things like that, the schedule became such that I couldn't get in enough time there either. That's one of the first things that made me realize, "Look, this has been a great four years, but the place is getting so big and busy, it's getting in the way of other things." And it was impossible to dance around that much and get the amount of practice and travel time that I needed. So, it's always been that way--it's not walking down the street to the Methodist church and then I can have the organ six hours a day--I think the majority of organists kind of have that luxury--and unfortunately that's not the case, but somehow I'm making it work anyway, moment by moment. (laughter)

JR: Well, I'm curious. Do you have any new commissioned works on the horizon?

ST: I've mentioned that in 2004, I've got a new piece coming from Bruce Neswick which will be a set of variations on the hymn tune Rouen, which is such a strong hymn. I haven't worked out exactly where to premiere it and whatnot yet, but definitely 2004, probably in the spring.

And in 2005 I'm getting a big piece from Samuel Adler, either a big symphonic poem or an organ symphony of some kind, which will probably get premiered in Germany. He's writing a big orchestral piece for the 300th anniversary of the Mannheim Symphony Orchestra that's getting done in March of 2005 and his idea was, well, if you're interested in doing this in Europe, or in Germany, why don't we do that, because I'm there, and another piece is being done the same time anyway. I have some even bigger plans in the works after that, something with organ and orchestra, but I don't want to let the cat out of the bag on that one yet.

But I think it's time that we had something from a major mainstream American composer, something with orchestra, an organ concerto--we really haven't had anything like this in a while. It's certainly something we need.  We have all these wonderful new instruments now, and more symphony halls than ever before have new modern instruments, and it's certainly time to take advantage of it. That's part of the goal too, just always push the envelope and say something fresh, you keep things going, that is so vital. That's sort of what's planned.

JR: Where do you see life going for you? Are you going to continue on this basis for a while? Are you happy with the way things are going for you?

ST: Oh, I think so, in general. I've put my whole life into doing this and it's ended up this way. And sometimes it's stressful but it really is ultimately exactly what I wanted. And as long as there's a way to do that I'm going to stay this course, and that's exactly what I'm doing.