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[eleneariel]

Thursdays we're open til nine, so I took my supper hour late and at seven rushed to a church a few blocks away. I have always thought it was an ugly, crumbling place (so depressing), but once inside I found it is singularly beautiful, with floor to ceiling stained glass, and a high, arched wooden ceiling with massive wooden beams. (Do not judge a building by it's outward appearance!)

I slipped into a back pew (it creaked delightfully in that old-pew way) just as the program began. (I was likely the only person in the room under the age of 65, barring the performer.) He came out in a cream linen suit (and a grey bow tie) and before I could breath, the vintage 1922 organ was producing a level of music that it had probably never encountered before. The two hands and the two feet flying around, the bass so low that the window panes rattled and the very pew I sat in vibrated and the wood joined harmony with the pipes. 

For an hour I let my soul rest.

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[(Anonymous)]

I went to an organ recital last Monday. It was the epitome of gorgeousness, except for that I got a tickle in my throat in the middle of it and had to leave and find a water fountain. That really cramped my style.
~Emily.

[radiantlove.livejournal.com]

Oh, how glorious! :-D