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The London Saxophone Quartet
had been friends of mine since the very early 1970s. We had discussed making a record on an eventually stillborn
idea for a left-field classical label, Tadpole Records, about which Meirion
Bowen, Nick Wright and I had been scheming before the oil crisis stopped
us short by provoking a vinyl shortage. In 1976 the Quartet was the
host and organizer of the World Saxophone Congress, held at the Royal College
of Music in London. One typical idea that had been formulated several
pints into one very pleasant London pub evening was that they might commission
a piece for the unique sound that 120 delegates might make with instruments
varying in register from contrabass to soprano. That went the way
of all used beer. Six months later, I found myself working in EMI's
A+R Department.
Another evening staring down pints, we thought of arranging two chestnuts for these 120 high-level professionals: White Cliffs Of Dover and All The Things You Are. It seemed so crazy that it might work, as they say. Paul Harvey, the soprano saxophone player, set to work on the arrangements. I sold the idea of a quick, cheap single to my boss, and provisionally booked Abbey Road's remote recording unit with engineer Mike Sheady, one of their top classical engineers. Most of my effort went into the business manoevers. 120 players at recording scale rate would have been prohibitively expensive, so I cut a deal with the London Musicians' Union (of which I was a member). The spirit of it was that if the delegates cared to record for the pure fun of it, no fee would be paid, but we would provide strong refreshment and a major, specified proportion of any profits would be paid into the Union's benefit pool.
-explain to the delegates the idea and the business arrangement -distribute clearance forms for signature and instrumental parts for playing -set up the bar and direct all interested parties to it -rearrange the auditorium benches into a semicircular performance space -check the sound of the assembled performers -rehearse the multitude to performance perfection -record at least eight minutes' worth of music -say thank you The mobile unit was set up very early on that beautiful, warm, sunny morning, and everything electrical was checked before anyone arrived. Abbey Road were there at 8am, not a naturally musical time. I was close behind them, closely following a late gig the previous night. The concert hall featured two hours of presentations before our start time, during which the production crew sat around absorbing tea and coffee, occasionally checking that the microphones were still working. It felt to me as if we were waiting for the signal for some death-or-glory infantry invasion, but I had only heard about the Normandy beaches from my father. Just before 11am, Paul came in and said they were ready. I have never experienced such an adrenaline rush, before or since. Despite the early wake-up, my head was uncannily clear. I've tried to think of some convenient phrase to convey the sensation, but I can't. I've never, ever thought as fast or efficiently (I think now . . . . . ).
It was horrible. The sound was so loud in the room that no single player could hear the effect of the whole ensemble, so no-one could hear the overall pitch. In an orchestral performance, the oboist sounds the concert A, then it is replayed around the various sections. Here, the mechanics were much less controllable. The saxophone can be broadly tuned, but its final pitch remains very dependent on the player's lips, much more so than a flute or an oboe. Variation in pitch is inherent to the instrument's expression. (Mechanically, it is very similar to the clarinet recall the opening of George Gershwin's Rhapsody In Blue and the extraordinary slide the instrument makes at the start.) I asked Mike to play me each section separately, then ran upstairs and walked round the hall asking each to sharpen up or flatten down. By walking around a couple of times and relying on memorizing the pitch in that part of the hall from those players, I managed to get everyone in a similar space. The clock continued, of course. Downstairs, it now sounded like a big ensemble. Curiously, it resembled a gigantic string section, but not one which could have been assembled for a practical recording.
The Marketing Department didn't care much for the record, as I've mentioned and as you can tell by the misspelling of 'saxophone' on the cover. But Symphony of Saxes' White Cliffs Of Dover was Record of the Week on Radio London. They didn't expect that. Nor did I. Thank you, media. - MT January 1999 ![]() Thorne
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