This has been a week and a half, and its not over yet . . . savouring retirement, working on the garden . . . there is something about spring, planting new plants, sowing seeds, sun and warmth, the patio doors open, even mowing the lawn for the first time is a pleasure.
However today is the day we have been working up to for a long time. Started at 5am, I had to ferry Hazel to the hospital for a 7am book in . . . she faces a big spinal pressure relief operation. Got back at 9am, now what do I do?
Waiting . . . ???? looked at the computer, you are a nice bunch but it did not help:? Make a cup of tea, put some music on, but what . . . modern music seemed frivolous for the occasion? Not listened to any classical music since Christmas, a bit of Bach then Vivaldi, lifted the spirits, my 'Reference Recording Label' did the business, original instruments with harpsichord.
System warmed, where now . . . I've been doing a bit of tweaking putting finishing touches here and there . . . :? Open up the 'CJS Towers' organ loft, I have some well loved audiophile recording going back to 1976.
What a revelation, a feast of musicality, I drifted around my 12ftx12ft music study (metaphorically) the ambiance was . . . is, (I'm still listening) amazing, height, width, depth and space, it like being in an old church, I can even smell the ambiance. Its been a long time since I felt this 'tangibility' about my music, probably going back as far back as the mid 80's when I remember the garden was often part of the perceived sound stage.
Mostly recorded in Europe, sleeves are not all in English either so I have no idea. But the sounds I am hearing are simply superb. A 1976 Propius recording conveys an unassuming church atmosphere, with an organ that can only be described as having an 'organic, wooden sound' presenting the sweetest of voices, piccolo highs and chest rattling lows . . . amazing. The recording conveys all the ambient squeaks, knocks and rattles, as the organ breathes its sound, and thats just one record. The others are all whispering their life sounds in a similar way as their majestic voice sings out.
As I say, not been here for a few months, the system is surpassing itself. One wonders, am I appreciating it more because of being under pressure with Hazel in the theatre at this very moment, heightened state of awareness?