Of course there are considerable considerations for any organist who desires to perform as an old wave artist. Modern electronic technology has surpassed the acoustic. If the American military can blast "Metallica" c.d.'s through loud p.a.'s at the residence of the head of the Panamanian government, Daniel Nortega, it has to been seen as military grade. A cathedral organist might not have worries about that 40 Hertz frequency, possibly seeing his stops as contra-bass, but even in a small setting, modern technology can make that blast out. Please remember, an older audience, more attuned to live bands from the 30's to 50's, and more sophisticated music than just hard rock, is older, part of old wave. And forgetting the 40 Hertz, it might take simple musical excitement to create, not security or stage-crashing problems, just what happens if someone is afraid to fart.
And if it's not the best old wave gig, if someone isn't just letting you play what you feel, as long as you feel it, and you have to play out the clock, having the oldest old wave audience is again a nice thing for an old wave player, dreaming along, not thinking song, letting you play along, letting you stretch it out long, maybe forgetting what they've already heard. I know my best old wave solos are something I look back on, wondering what I played.
It's getting close to Christmas. The Bethleham star wasn't there to become a Christmas tree decoration. The Jewish people were the slaves, slaves without a country to return to. By the time of Jesus of Nazareth, Jewish priests spoke an ancient Hebrew that residents didn't understand. Men and women walked the streets, holding hands. They performed cornea surgeries, and dolphins swam in the waters with man. Romans didn't even have the concept of zero. It was Persian High Priests, astronomers and scientists, following their prophecies, who dared to travel through hostile Roman land to await their great prophet.
May All Peace Be Upon All Humankind And All The Humanities.
"Brighten the corner where you are, brighten the corner where you are,
somewhere out in harbour someone's stuck up on the bar,
brighten the corner where you are."
An auld Scottish hymn.
And the rock influence? Not, "Brighten this, baby", but "I have to return to my dressing room to wipe down and polish my instrument", as you bend over a little, holding your back. "Could you help carry this?".
You carry me back, Corno Dolce, and it's better to be more than just a back-up.