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.

The recording was set for a July morning at 11am in the College concert hall.  In that one hour that was a scheduled break from the Congress proceedings, we would:

-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 . . . . . ).

Paul's introductory speech was eloquent and to the point – a less persuasive and enthusiastic person would have lost the whole house.  Our wild rush set up the chairs and music stands, distributed paper and pens, and organized the players into sections depending on the register of their instrument.  There was one contrabass saxophone, which took two people to carry into the room.  The bass saxophone is a rarity (the lowest you see is usually the baritone).  There were five of them.  All was set within about 20 minutes.  Paul raised his baton.  I have never experienced the sound that was in the middle of all these loud instruments.  It was colossally loud, but didn't rattle the ears the way that a rock+roll group sound system does when it goes over the top.  Nothing screamed.  But my stomach shook, and the floor vibrated.  This was a place to enjoy.  But I had to run downstairs to check the sound.

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.

- MT January 1999

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Complete Thorne production commentaries:
Marc Almond: Fantastic Star
Laurie Anderson: Strange Angels
BETTY: Hello BETTY!
BETTY: Carnival
BETTY: Jungle Jane remixes
Bronski Beat: Age Of Consent
Bronski Beat: Smalltown Boy
Bronski Beat: Why?
Bronski Beat: Hundreds And Thousands
John Cale: Honi Soit
Carmel: Bad Day
Carmel: The Drum Is Everything
Carmel: It's All In The Game
Communards
Deep Purple: Fireball air conditioning
Flowerpot Men: Walk On Gilded Splinters
Ives/Reinhard: Universe Symphony
Johnny Reinhard: Ravening remix
Sex Pistols: Anarchy In The UK
Sex Pistols: Jubilee boxed set
Siouxsie and the Banshees: Song From The Edge Of The World
Soft Cell: Non Stop Ecstatic Dancing
Soft Cell: Non Stop Erotic Cabaret
Soft Cell: Tainted Love
Soft Cell: The Art Of Falling Apart
Soft Cell: Torch
Soft Machine: Alive And Well In Paris
Symphony Of Saxes: White Cliffs Of Dover
Telephone: Anna
The Roxy London WC2 (Jan-Apr 77)
The Shirts
The Shirts: Streetlight Shine
The The: Uncertain Smile
Til Tuesday: Voices Carry
Wire: Pink Flag
Wire: I Am The Fly
Wire: Chairs Missing
Wire: Outdoor Miner
Wire: 154

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