EXCELSIOR - Treorchy Male Choir
EXCELSIOR - Treorchy Male Choir
EXCELSIOR - Treorchy Male Choir
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<strong>EXCELSIOR</strong> 45<br />
Sydney Opera House was the famous one – the largest of its kind in the<br />
world. What an organ! I had to meet the organ tuner before I was allowed to<br />
play it. I envisaged being told, “Don’t touch this...don’t play that”. There was<br />
none of that, however. He was the most delightful and co-operative person,<br />
having to battle his way through the same security regime in the Opera<br />
House as everyone else and all he wanted to do was to show off his organ to<br />
whoever wanted to play it. The poor man. He showed me around his organ<br />
and stayed with me throughout the whole concert in case I collapsed out of<br />
sheer wonder. There were humidifiers on inside the organ which produced a<br />
slight mist. At the end of the concert he told me that when I played ‘Hen<br />
Wlad y Nhadau’ I was so loud that the bellows sucked in all this mist and<br />
nearly created a vaccuum. After everyone left the building and the <strong>Choir</strong> were<br />
safely ensconsed in a local hostelry, the organ tuner’s mate turned up. They<br />
showed me all around the inside of the organ – a far better experience than<br />
drinking Australia’s amber nectar. I left at midnight and the pair of them<br />
stayed inside the organ to tune it until 3.00am or until they became fed up.<br />
On reaching the outside of the building I heard Jan’s voice shouting at me<br />
across Sydney Harbour. Another memorable experience.<br />
New Zealand was a refreshing place. It was a nice change to go by coach and<br />
see the countryside. The terrain, I thought, was similar to Wales. The sheep<br />
looked the same but I found the sight of billowing smoke coming from volcanoes<br />
most unnerving. I felt safer seeing smoke coming from the chimney<br />
stacks of Port Talbot.<br />
As you know by now, whilst on the tour I had the sad news of my mother’s<br />
passing. It was on the 28th May. We came off the stage of the Costa Hall in<br />
Geelong and my brother phoned me. I sat in my dressing room in deep<br />
thought. My mother had been in her own world for the last six months and<br />
did not know who I was. Nevertheless, my plan was to spend some time with<br />
her in the nursing home before coming on the tour. I never managed it. Both<br />
my mother and my father, who had passed away the year before, would have<br />
been so proud of me going on this tour with the <strong>Choir</strong> they regarded as being<br />
in the top league. The name of <strong>Treorchy</strong> was often mentioned in our household<br />
when I was young. John Davies, <strong>Treorchy</strong> – a highly revered man – often<br />
conducted the annual Gymanfa Ganu at our chapel. <strong>Treorchy</strong> was a far away<br />
place in those days and so his arrival was a much trumpeted affair.<br />
My parents came to almost every concert I gave which, in the latter years,<br />
became a huge effort. They did not want to miss any, however, as they derived<br />
great pleasure and satisfaction from my playing. If it had not been for the sacrifices<br />
they made you would certainly not be reading this now. They would