I've returned home this evening after a few days in London, where I combined business with pleasure in giving a recital at one of the Cathedrals, and meeting up with various friends.
I visited several city centre churches today and, before lunchtime, came across one in which an organist was rehearsing. I listened for a while - he was playing very well indeed. When I had heard enough, I climbed up to the organ loft to tell him that I had enjoyed hearing him play. I introduced myself, and he said "I've heard of you somewhere! Hang on.... You're one of the organists at St. Paul's Cathedral, aren't you?". I wish!
I told him that, alas, I wasn't. He tried to remember from where he'd heard of me, but couldn't recall it. He asked me if I'd advise him about the suitability of various registrations, which I did for the next 20 minutes or so whilst he played through parts of his programme before his lunchtime performance.
After we finished going through the programme, he said "I know where you're from. You're from abc
and you play at xyz
Cathedral". Bless him! He was right about abc
and nearly right about xyz
. I spent a couple of years learning the organ at xyz
. But I'm not the organist there. Again - I wish!
But I enjoyed the fact that HG's notoriety evidently goes before him!