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This year I missed Iris Castillo's alto solo that celebrates O Little Town of Bethlehem. I missed Richard D'Souza, Peter Remedios and David Etto enacting We Three Kings of Orient Are in voice. I missed Florence Gonsalves handing out the lyric sheets every rehearsal. I missed Maria and the soup, Paula and the snacks and Romayne's facial expression. We all missed choirmaster Dion Francis swinging his arms valiantly to bring tempo and expression to the choir at St Xavier's Chapel - a choir which is affectionately and permanently known as Fr Boris' Choir, after Fr Boris D'Santos who ran it for several years. As a 'noob' organist, inducted a few years ago, I had to imbibe the cultural ethos of the choir over Easter, Christmas and a few special days in between. This got me thinking about my journey in music that began with the church.
Gospel Music
If you are looking through YouTube for advice on how to play a keyboard or guitar, you will surely come across a plethora of videos that advertise "play church music instantly". Why is church music such a popular place to start? Perhaps it goes back to the roots of music which invariably began in religious chants and worship. Or perhaps it's just easier to teach music through well-known, dog-eared hymns and traditional music that are ingrained in one's soul?
My earliest encounter with the 'choirmaster' concept was in St Xavier's, in Class 4A, under the baton of Ms Pauline Peterson! Under the baton was preferable to being under the swinging four-finger salute for which she was known (and eventually loved)! Training the choir was her passion. The song was "Bless this House". We were going to perform on stage for the Annual Concert - rouge, lipstick et al. Practice was going well till I hit a note that was so far off the music sheet that I had to face the one-eyebrow-lifted stare for a good twenty seconds. After that, whenever the dreaded note came around, one eye on the choirmaster, I soundlessly opened my mouth and faked it.
Reeds and Reedy Voices
But this post is about various kinds of church organs that I had come across in my days of singing and playing for various choirs. The first was when, as a young lad, I was packed off to join the choir at the newly opened St Mary's Church Ripon Street. We were taught our paces by Fr Eric Conquo - he had a trusty violin with which we were taught the notes. My memory plays tricks here, but I believe his brother was the organist for awhile.
The first organ I got to play was a little more than a sophisticated Harmonium on steroids. It had reeds driving the sound and two pedals to keep the bellows from gasping. There were secrets we had to learn. For example, no matter what the tempo, your feet kept moving at the same pace pumping air into the bellows. The only way you could control volume was with your knee. You pressed outwards on a lever to increase the volume, which was a simple flap that opened and expelled more air! We quickly learnt that if you played more than three or four notes, the bellows starved and your crescendo descended to a whimper. And the sound? Well, sophisticated harmonium, if you're generous.
Knowing the Score
My mum and dad took over the administration, and a bit of the singing, of the St Mary's Senior Choir. That intimidating name housed some of the most beautiful laps I have ever sat upon. Well, not literally. But I learnt to read music -- or at best follow the ups and downs on a score sheet -- and I learnt to be the official page-turner for my cousin, Allen Fernandes, the organist. I also learnt, by observation, how to play one of those devices with two separate registers, bass pedals, and a volume control on the right foot. Our conductor, the now world-famous Clarence Barlow, had ears that could pick out a "flat E flat" from a healthy E flat in a group of choristers trying their best. It was here I first heard of SATB and realized that my dad's vinyls of Barber Shop Favourites was nothing by Soprano Alto Tenor and Bass, and that too a capella.
My voice broke -- somewhere between the altos and tenors, it started alternating. But I was such a good choir boy (I used to pick up and stack all the music after hours) that they never let me go. A brace of congas on a tripod appeared and we evolved into what was disparagingly called the "beat mass" by the traditionalists. I did some time keeping time but I never really made it back into the singing fraternity, S, A, T or B. I did get the special advantage of being allowed to play the Lowrey organ described earlier. I filled in. Whenever an organist was required at some inopportune moment, a message arrived at Southwind Mansions, "Send Leslie to play for a wedding on Saturday" or something similar. That Lowrey organ was my addiction. It functioned on tubes or valves, needed regular care by Mr Manuk on Free School Street, and eventually gave up the ghost. In all those years, I found ways to play it and make it sing.
Clarence left for Germany to pursue composing and conducting music. The beat mass stayed. Allen passed away very unfortunately. The SATB gave way to voices who now sang "seconds" usually hitting high thirds and sevenths in tenors that would make a soprano blush.
The Children's Choir sang the morning 7:15 mass on Sundays, rehearsed on Thursdays (school holidays in those days), and regularly went on picnics and house-to-house carol singing. I ran that choir for many years as many readers will remember. I was also playing the bass guitar on Saturday nights at the Calcutta Swimming Club, walking home after midnight and splashing cold water on my face to wake up for mass on Sunday. For awhile I did two back-to-back masses a day. 7:15 was followed by 8:30 with the Senior Choir where I played the congas! And then Debbie Saldanha took over the Children's Choir.
Pipes, Bells and Whistles
Pianissimo, our Forté
Then one day, at a funeral in St Xavier's Chapel, I was commandeered from the congregation to accompany the choir. After the funeral I was propositioned by the choir to play for them for Easter. And then by the Rector to play for the First Vows of some young priests. By now I had "degenerated" to a Yamaha electronic keyboard where I safely used the Piano button and played very pianissimo - no beats, no congas, and often it was free time. Our forté in Fr Boris' choir is, I believe, the ability to keep things soft, meaningful, traditional and solemn. And this is what I missed most while attending online mass at midnight this Christmas.
[As published in Calcutta Connect Around the World on Facebook on December 28, 2020]
Great post! Love the part about the organ! It is a hard instrument to play in any case.
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ReplyDeleteWell, when playing background for a choir, it's relatively simple especially as chords seem to fall into a simple pattern most of the time. Majors for weddings, minors for funerals. :-)
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