I knew that he played the Organ in church, which is one of the reasons that I first noticed him. I loved handsome guys that had musical talents, and he was full of musical talent... a gorgeous deep voice, piano, organ, clarinet, and just an over all love for music him self. I never really thought of the word..... obsession.....
So after we got married he told me that when we were dating, he would leave my house, and would go play the organ until like 1 in the morning. Usually about 3 hour.... What!!! 3 hours!!!! That is a long time!
Then he would occasionally put on some organ music and I never really thought anything of it, until one day I realized that he was randomly buying these organ Cd's. I find him listening to it ALL DAY LONG. He couldn't even walk past a piano or an organ with out sitting at it and playing FOREVER.
I started getting really annoyed. Every time he would play the piano, young little immature me would get furious!!! I hated that something would distract this gorgeous man from paying attention to me! After all..... he was the only thing EVER on my mind. Wasn't I supposed to be all he was thinking about?
Now, I realize that is lame.... but it's true. I noticed that he was obsessed when he bought an mp3 player and had enough organ songs and symphonies to fill it. I then decided that it was only fair to compromise. So I told him he could listen to organ music on his stereo as much as he wanted, as long as he gave me a back rub.
I found myself loving this. It is so relaxing. Organ music blaring and my body feeling fabulous from these back rubs. Then out of no where I am humming these songs.... ALL THE FLIPPING TIME!! I am enjoying these songs! I like humming them.....
About a year ago for his birthday I took him to a local Tabernacle so he could play on it..... that is when it went all down hill.... for me! I started to.... like the music that I had hated so much! I loved the rumbling feeling right in your seat, from this ONE instrument. I loved that this one instrument could have SO MANY different sounds.
Ethen and I started going to all the performances we could attend. I started giving Ethen 2 hours a day to play the organ. Then I said, "okay" when he tells me he wants to go into organ performance and teaching for school!!! ( Insane) He wants to travel around the world performing and be a professor. All the sudden I am okay with this?! I must be losing my mind.
Then to top it all off, I start encouraging him to practice more and me.... buying him more organ music and more this and more that. I started going crazy with it! I still don't know what is wrong with me. I.... like.... organ music. My husband..... is going to be a pro. organist.
Just look at this pipe organ!
It is unreal!! And the sound that comes from it is even better!!
Beautiful right?
Now here is the unreal thing, this instrument was made for worship. There is one in almost every chapel and almost every religion has one. This is one of the oldest instruments. The organ used to be the most listened to and the most played. The organ is said to be the King of all instruments.
No other instrument is near as large. Nothing has quiet the volume. No other, uses both hands and both feet, 2,3,4,5, and 6 keyboards, pedals, stops, a volume pedal, and so much more. The performer is practically dancing on the organ with his feet. The music is both demanding for the performer and the listener.
So many different sounds, and so much effort from just on person and one instrument. It is unreal!! Then to think that we have all forgotten about how beautiful it is. We are suddenly all more interested in listening to people rhyme and rap about sex, drugs, and killing. We are all more involved in the things that drag us down and corrupt our minds with things so crude and disgusting. We are forgetting about this one instrument created to remind us of our beautiful Savior. The sounds are so triumphant and so moving. What a unique and unreal instrument!
Why is it so hard to listen to it though. Even I am guilty of cringing in the beginning, until I come to understand just what the composers are trying to convey. How can we not give recognition to the talented composers that put their entire bodies into the one instrument they are performing on.
Can you believe that the sounds made come from wind bursting through the pipes. Some as large as 32 feet and as small as 1/4". They can have thousands of pipes. So many different colors, sizes and sounds. I am amazed!