Ominous

Perhaps wrong for Sunday, I ask that you please play this interpretation of Petr Eben's Moto Ostinato.

Some people, like my brother, enjoy various pipe organs around the country for their charm and the massively-facile dexterity demanded of their artistes. There is no doubt that some pipe organ keyboardists border on the supernatural. Every finger of every hand works, every foot is placed. An exquisite organist is -- well -- busy.

I, however, tend to "enjoy" the sound of a massive pipe organ only when it tends to delve into the lower registers, when it seeks the depths of minors, extended bass pedals, when the music is dark, rumbling, arrogant, yet utilizing overwhelming chords, keyed to frighten, surge and explore the Mr Hyde within us all.

Let us listen to Eben:



BZ