Pure Music : Instruments of Perfection : My Very Meager 2020 Christmas "Gift" to the Forum
  • francisfrancis
    Posts: 9,928
    (I am wrong, ouch! Wish I had died an hour before sinning!)

    These are instruments that I have been researching for years, talked to Mr. Hill a few years back about building an organista, and appreciate his expertise in making authentic (acoustically superior) instruments of various types.

    Also here is the portativ and the viola organista... just spectacular and heavenly...

    Enjoy these few selections that highlight some of the most wonderful instruments of all time.

    (Leonhardt was my profs teacher and friend.)

    Oldest Playable Organ on Earth

    Viola Organista (built by the performer after some Da Vinci drawings and other historical examples)

    Medieval Portative Organ

    Robert Hill (builder) Plays His Own Harpsichord

    Leonhardt plays Brandenburg

    MORE Leohnardt...

    A Chirstmas Poem attributed to St. Alphonsus Liguori

    When the Child was born (Quanno nascette ninno)

    When the Child was born in Bethlehem
    It was night and it seemed noon.
    Never the stars shining and beautiful were seen like this:
    And the brightest one went and called the Magi in the East.

    Suddenly birds awoke
    Singing in a whole new form:
    Even the crickets with shrieks,
    Jumping from side to side;
    He’s born, He is born,
    They said, the God who created us.

    Despite being winter, lovely Baby,
    They sprouted thousands of roses and flowers.
    Even the thick and dry hay, which was placed beneath You,
    bloomed, and of leaves and flowers dressed up.

    In a village called Engaddi,
    The vines flourished and grapes appeared.
    my Baby, so flavorful,
    Small bunch of grapes are You;
    That all love
    Make sweet the mouth, and then drunk the heart.

    There were no enemies on earth,
    The sheep grazing with the lion;
    With goats you saw the leopard play;
    The bear and the calf, and with the wolf in peace the little lamb.
    In short, the whole world,
    The sky, the earth, the sea, and all nations.
    Who slept, felt in his chest his heart jumping for joy.
    And he dreamed of peace and happiness.

    The shepherds watched the sheeps,
    And an angel more shining than the sun
    appeared and said to them:
    “Do not be afraid, no!
    There is happiness and laughter:
    The earth has become heaven.
    For you today in Bethlehem was born
    The long-awaited Savior of the World.
    You will find Him, you cannot miss,
    Wrapped in swaddling clothes
    And lying in the manger”

    Million of angels descended
    And with this angel began to sing:
    “Glory to God and peace on earth,
    No more war – He’s born
    The King of love,
    That gives joy and peace to every heart.”

    The hearts flapped in their chest to these pastors;
    And one another said:
    “Why wait? - Quick, come on,
    Because I feel fainting
    For the desire to see the God who became a child.”

    Jumping, like a wounded deer,
    The shepherds ran at the Shack;
    They found Mary With Joseph and my Joy;
    And at that Face they had a taste of Paradise.
    They were enchanted with mouth open,
    For a long time without saying a word;
    Then they - weeping - sighed to give vent to their feelings.
    From the bottom of the heart
    They expressed thousands of acts of love
    Under the guise of offering gifts
    They began to approach slowly
    and the Child did not refuse them,
    He accepted them and showed His liking,
    putting His Hands on their heads and blessing them.
    Gaining confidence little by little,
    They asked permission to the Mom:
    They ate the feet with kisses first, and then those little hands,
    finally the little gracious face and cheeks.
    Then they began to play together
    And to sing with the Angel and Mary,
    With a voice - so sweet,
    That Jesus did: “ah aah ...”
    And then He closed those graceful eyes and fell asleep.

    The lullaby they sang it seems to me
    It should be the one I’m going to tell
    But in the meantime that I sing,
    Imagine you are yourselves
    with the Pastors close to the lovely Baby.

    “Come sleep from Heaven,
    Come and make asleep this little Baby;
    For pity, for He is little,
    Come sleep and do not delay.
    Beautiful joy of this heart,
    I’d love to become sleep,
    To have You sweetly falling asleep your beautiful eyes.
    But, if You, to be loved, made Yourself a little Baby,
    Only love is that sweet nap that can make you fall asleep.
    If so, you can take a nap,
    For you this soul is beautified and burned.
    I love You, You ....! This song
    already made You sleep.
    I love you, God, my beautiful,
    My joy, I love you, I love you”

    Then singing and playing the shepherds
    went back to the herds once again:
    But what do you want? They did not find anymore rest in their chest:
    To the Dear Love they went every little back and forth.

    Only Hell and sinners, stubborn and obstinate, they got scared,
    Because they want to stay in the darkness
    The bats, scoundrels running away from the sun.
    I am a black sinner as well,
    But I will not be hard and stubborn.
    I do not want to sin anymore,
    I want to love, I want to stay
    with Beautiful Child
    as the ox and the donkey.

    My little Child, You are the sun of love,
    Give light and warm the sinner as well
    When it’s all black and ugly as pitch,
    the more You keep us in mind,
    and make things nice and bright.

    But You tell me that You cried,
    So that the sinner also would cry.
    I am wrong, ouch! Wish I had died an hour before sinning!
    Thou hast loved me,
    And my way of thanking You is that I mistreated Thee!
    To You, oh my eyes, two fountains
    You will have to become, in tears crying
    To wash - to warm
    the little feet of Jesus;
    Perhaps that soothed does He tell me: go on, I’ve forgiven you.
    Blessed me, if I have this luck!
    What I do want anymore?

    O Mary - My Hope,
    While I weep, pray You for me:
    Remember You’ve been made
    the mother of the sinners as well!
  • The player of that full-sized medieval "portative" pipe organ must be descended from Goliath. She must only find work in large cathedrals like Notre Dame, built with a lot of headroom to accommodate musicians of her stature.
    Thanked by 1M. Jackson Osborn
  • Taylor -
    Yes, indeed. Somewhere in holy writ it is written that 'there were giants in those days'. It doesn't say anything about their playing organs, though.
  • a_f_hawkins
    Posts: 3,053
    The one shown here is barely 3' high without the stand. Not the same model of course.