I've had a love/hate relationship with the organ. Mostly on the "hate" side. And when I'm talking about "organ," I'm talking about one of these beastly things.
This organ is a little more normal looking.
I was a pianist before I played organ. We'll talk about that tomorrow.
I started organ after 8th grade. I continued learning through high school but never really did any playing. The biggest switch between organ and piano is that you are suddenly doing three lines of music at the same time. It looks something like this:
I have special shoes for playing organ. I think they cost me $80 (which is a lot when you're in high school, I'd like to point out). There was no extra cost for getting a color other than black....so I got gold. Hee hee.
|As you can see, the sole is suede for extra grip on the pedals and there's a heel for jumping thirds|
Actually, I quit organ. I got mad when my organ prof in college gave me a B- even though I was working my butt off so I quit. And I didn't play for a year. And then Fairview Lutheran Church needed an organist for Christmas Eve. My friend Mark asked me if I would play. I reminded him that I'd quit. He told me that 30 or 40 people had turned them down. I said ok, but I need the music well in advance. So I played for them after 2 weeks of getting used to playing again. And they asked me back that summer. And I ended up joining the church and being their regular organist. But I don't play so much anymore. My church doesn't need me at the moment and it's hard with two little kids running around.