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Notable with Bob Morrison
Growing up, I lived in two musical worlds. At Peabody, it was all classical and formal and proper. At church, much of the same, but at Sunday evening services we sang Gospel songs - "Give Me That Old Time Religion," "When the Roll is Called up Yonder," "In the Garden," "Trust and Obey," "Nothing But the Blood of Jesus," "Wonderful Grace of Jesus," - I could fill pages with titles of these gems of faith.
But there was a disconnect. I got a kick out of playing those Gospel songs but kept thinking this wasn't my true calling - after all, my parents and especially Aunt Elizabeth were paying my Peabody bills and I should be playing classical pieces instead of Gospel songs.
And, further, I got the notion that the sweeter sounds of the organ - tremolos, celestes (slightly off-tune ranks for a sugary sound), and diminished chords were somehow suspect. Better to stick with solid flutes and diapasons!
But these sweeter sounds were so much fun to play - so, in spite of guilt, I continued to enjoy the Gospel songs and the better popular songs of the day.
But then a man entered my life who brought these disparate elements together in the most magnificent way - a teacher, born in California, playing organ in church at age nine, and making his NY debut recital at Town Hall in 1926, Alexander McCurdy.
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