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understand its forms.
Friedrich, you will not believe what they can do, the flutes and reeds and horns they have!
Especially the horns! They have finely made sackbuts except they call them trombones, which I
find to be an odd name. And they have trumpets and other horns of all sizes, all made with great
artifice with an innovation called valves that allow them to play diatonic tones in all registers.
They can even play chromatic tones in all registers! They are incredible! But most astounding of
all is what they use in place of the harpsichord. Oh, Friedrich, there is an instrument called a
piano, that is to a clavier what the finest flute is to the crudest willow whistle! All of this Master
Wendell revealed to me over several evenings.
Marla also introduced me to her friend, Herr Ingram Bledsoe, a maker of instruments, who
makes some small instruments; some, as he says, "from scratch," meaning they are crafted totally
byhimself , and some from "kits". This is another changed word in the Grantville dialect of English
that Herr Bledsoe had to explain to me. His "kits" are not baby foxes. He showed me boxes of
instrument parts that had already been cut out from the wood and metal, and explained that he
was able to buy these from other people and then assemble them into the instruments himself. He
had several harp "kits",and some guitarras also. It seems to me that using these "kits" would rob
you of the pleasure of searching out and selecting the wood, and bringing out of it the very shape
you wanted. In their old world, however, it seems that the ability to accomplish things quickly was
important, and there is no doubt that putting together the parts that someone else has crafted
would quickly give you a finished instrument.
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He also repairs many of the instruments they brought from the future.
This next part is for Anna. I was in Herr Bledsoe's workshop one day when I made the mistake of
saying that women had no strength for music.
Memory again.
Marla looked athim, eyes narrowed, and said quietly, "Is that so?"
He knew her well enough now to recognize the warning signs, and said, "Well, so my masters taught
me."
"Your masters were fools, but I don't expect you'll take my word for it. Tomorrow is the town
Christmas Party. There will be a concert in the Methodist church. Yoube there," and she turned and
stalked out. He turned and looked at Ingram. "Did I say something wrong?"
Ingram just laughed, and said, "Yep, you did. I'd be there tomorrow, if I were you."
Knowing what was good for him, he went to the concert. Once again, Grantville shocked him, and he
spent most of the concert in a daze. First of all, over half of the choir of almost sixty people was women!
And Marla was among them. Second, the player at the piano was another woman! Third, they were
good! The women's voices had a range and a power and a timbre that the boys' voices he was used to
hearing on soprano and alto simply could not possess. And the pianist was extremely accomplished,
demonstrating to him the power of that instrument as well.
There came a point where Marla stepped out from the choir, and nodded to the pianist, who began a
quiet introduction. The epiphany came when Marla began to sing.
"Ave, Maria..."
As she sang that beautiful melody, he was transported to another realm, lifting on the effortless soaring of
what seemed to be the voice of a very angel from God. He closed his eyes, drinking in the splendor with
his ears, seeming to rise out of his body while she sang. When the beautiful song came to a close, he was
the first one on his feet, clapping with all his might, tears pouring down his face.
Anna, you were right all along. Women can be musicians, professional musicians, and can be just
as good as any man. Marla is the proof of it. I grovel at your feet, as I groveled abjectly at hers
after the concert.
Friedrich, there is more knowledge of music in Grantville than there is in all the courts and
chapels ofEuropecombined!Knowledge of our music and its past and what music had grown into in
their time. Master Wendell and Marla have shown me that within our generation the center of
music moved north from Italy toGermany, and thatGermanyremained the center of the greatest
music for almost two hundred years. They have devices that play music with no musicians (they
say it is not magic, just superior mechanical arts), and I have heard the music of Bach, Brahms, [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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