2 Je ddie cet album la mmoire de mon amie Hlne Bouvier, mezzo-soprano du Ttre National de lOpra, inoubliable Dalila. Pierre Labric juin 2013 I dedicate this album to the memory of my friend Hlne Bouvier, a mezzo-soprano at the Paris Opera, an unforgettable Dalila. Pierre Labric June 2013 Pour Pierre Labric, si bon musicien et si gentil ami. En toute amiti. Hlne Bouvier. juin 1957. Note de lditeur Les pices qui composent le programme de ce disque ont t interprtes dans le cadre des rcitals dorgue qui, il y a de cela une quarantaine dannes, se donnaient Notre-Dame de Paris, le dimanche avant la messe du soir. Chaque fois, leur enregistrement seffectuait dune traite la veille, lissue de la seconde rptition linterprte sinterdisant alors tout remords et par consquent tout montage. Il sagissait donc en quelque sorte dune prise en direct mais sans public. Aprs bien dautres, ce document sonore tmoigne de la faon dont sonnait linstrument en ce temps-l. Franois Carbou Producers note The pieces making up the programme of this disc were performed in the context of the organ recitals that, some forty years ago, were given at Notre-Dame de Paris on Sunday before evening Mass. Every time, their recording was done at one go the night before, following the second rehearsal, the musician then refraining from any remorse and, consequently, any editing. So this was, in a way, a live recording but without an audience. After many others, this sound document attests to the way the instrument sounded in those days. Franois Carbou 3 Les auditions dorgue du dimanche Notre-Dame de Paris Petites histoires dune grande aventure C omme il en va souvent ainsi, tout est parti de rien ou presque. Nouvellement promu archiprtre de Notre- Dame, le chanoine Berrar (je ne dis pas son prnom : il le dtestait) avait manifest ds sa prise de fonction ce quon pourrait appeler une sainte horreur du vide. Constatant par exemple que, le dimanche aprs-midi entre les vpres et la messe de 18h.30, pas moins de deux heures scoulaient sans que rien ne se passe dans sa cathdrale, cet intellectuel de haute culture tout ensemble homme daction et orateur hors pair dcida sans plus tarder de meubler lintervalle vacant par des sries de confrences o sillustrrent des personnalits aussi diverses que Lanza del Vasto, Hans-Urs von Balthazar, Dom Helder Camara ou Olivier Messiaen puis de leur donner un prolongement musical sous forme dun rcital dorgue. Lorsquil souvrit de son projet Pierre Cochereau, ce dernier bien sr y souscrivit denthousiasme. Cela se passait tout dbut 1968. Prs dun demi-sicle plus tard, linstitution a survcu ses initiateurs avec le succs que lon sait. Lorsque fut venu le moment de mettre en uvre lide de son archiprtre, Cochereau pensa juste titre quau moins dans un premier temps, il sen tiendrait faire jouer quelques-uns de ses collgues et amis, lesquels se dvoueraient (sic !) tour de rle puisquaussi bien aucun budget ntait prvu pour rmunrer leur prestation, encore moins ddommager les provinciaux de leurs frais de voyage et de sjour dans la capitale. Ctait l sans compter sur la vox populi. Sitt Ie ro|el connu, Ies demandes afurenl de tous les coins de la plante au point quil fallut bientt tablir une liste dattente qui, au hI du lems, assa de queIques mois deux annes ! Mesurant lampleur de la tche et ne pouvant lassumer seul du fait de ses multiples activits, lami Pierre me hl I'honneur de me conher Ie bb. C'esl ainsi que, dix-sept ans durant (cest--dire jusqu larrive des nouveaux titulaires auxquels je me devais de rendre mon tablier), il mincomba de recevoir le courrier des candidats (en massurant discrtement du niveau des inconnus), de convenir dune date avec les heureux lus, le cas chant dharmoniser leurs programmes en sorte dviter les doublons dun dimanche sur lautre et naturellement, in fine, de les accueillir avec les honneurs qui leur taient ds (beaucoup, venus parfois des antipodes, ayant eu la dlicatesse dapporter avec eux des bouteilles dalcool de chez eux pour me les offrir, ce qui me vaut de dtenir prsent dans ma cave une collection de breuvages des plus insolites auxquels jai jug prfrable de ne jamais toucher !). Les honneurs que je viens dvoquer consis- taient tout dabord leur prsenter linstrument ds le vendredi soir aprs la fermeture de la cathdrale une bonne heure ntant pas de trop pour ce faire puis les assister aussi bien 4 pour la tourne des pages que le maniement des combinaisons. Une seconde rptition tait prvue le lendemain, la faveur de laquelle Jehan Revert, le matre de chapelle, montait saluer notre hte charg quil tait, le dimanche, de le prsenter au public en mme temps que les pices quil allait jouer et de faire prcder leur excution dun bref commentaire. Certaines de ces pices ncessitaient quil senquire au pralable de leur nature car, trs souvenl el our Ie Ius grand bnhce des amateurs, nos amis trangers avaient cur denrichir leur prestation de compositions peu connues, propres quelles taient leur rpertoire national. Trs vite, il mapparut que lon vivait l un phnomne exceptionnel : des organistes de toutes provenances, de toutes gnrations, de tous bords, de tous penchants esthtiques amens sexprimer aux claviers dun mme instrument et lequel ! Jamais, que je sache, semblable plateau navait t runi une tribune dorgue. Cest pourquoi, quips que nous tions sur place dun magntophone et de micros installs demeure, et bien videmment avec laccord de mes patients (un seul sy opposa), je dcidai de mettre en bote ces rcitals en sorte de constituer un fonds darchives sonores propre en perptuer la mmoire et pas seulement le souvenir. Lentreprise nanmoins nallait pas sans risques, le caractre dauthenticit rsultant de ces prises en direct se voyant contrebattu par toutes sortes dinconvnients : niveau dambiance trs lev (le silence tout relatif de trois mille auditeurs en moyenne ponctu par le couinement des poussettes denfants dambulant dans les bas-cts et le gazouillis de leurs occupants), impossibilit de rattraper les accidents de registration (quand ce ntait un cornement tenace) et, plus encore peut- tre, surcrot de trac pour lexcutant qui, tout son ouvrage, nen avait gure besoin ce moment-l. Aussi, prenant acte de cet tat de choses, jen vins uvrer lissue de la deuxime rptition, celle du samedi soir. L'organisle se dcIaranl hn rl, iI me jouait alors lentier de son programme, ne marquant une courte pause que pour passer dun morceau lautre, exactement comme il allait devoir procder le lendemain. Cela lui permettait accessoirement de vrifier quil tenait bien dans le temps imparti et, en impliquant de sa part une excution dun seul tenant, bannissait la hantise de la fausse nole au rohl de Ia musicaIil ure comme avaient accoutum de faire les grands interprtes du pass le seul bruit extrieur de nature traverser les murs et entacher les prises tant le 32 pieds assourdi des moteurs de bateaux-mouche ! Lorsquen 1985, un an aprs la mort de Pierre, jai pass la main, le corpus ainsi constitu ne comptait pas moins de 743 rcitals. Outre la France, y taient reprsents 29 autres pays la palme revenant aux tats-Unis, lUruguay et le Venezuela fermant la marche. Sans quon nait pu atteindre la parit (elle ntait pas de mise lpoque !), la participation fminine avoisinait quand mme les 18% (-Peut mieux 5 faire opina devant moi Franoise Xenakis venue our le Gmeeoorh de son mari jou, justement, par une de ses disciples). Pour ce qui est du choix des uvres, il aura mis en vidence la place non ngligeable occupe par la musique de notre temps (Chaynes, Ligeti, Philippot, Tisn) ainsi que maintes crations mondiales ou plus simplement de premires audilions franaises. A dresser enhn Ia Iisle des compositeurs les plus jous, on ne stonnera pas dapprendre que Bach ouvrait la marche, suivi distance respectueuse et dans lordre par Vierne, Dupr, Franck, Langlais, Messiaen, Reger el Duru. Certes, la liste de nos htes compte de grands absents. Jy relve tout dabord ceux qui, pour des raisons personnelles, choisirent de dcliner loffre : Virgil Fox, par exemple, un vieil ami de Cochereau cependant mais qui sen serait voulu de droger ses principes : de toute sa carrire, pas une seule fois il navait accept de jouer sans cachet ! Ou encore, et pour des motifs plus nobles, Marcel Lanquetuit, le titulaire de la cathdrale de Rouen qui, pour rien au monde, naurait dsert son poste un dimanche. Il y a aussi ceux que nous avons sottement oublis : Germani, Tagliavini, Commette ou bien dautres qui, malgr eux, nous auront fait faux-bond et ce disant, je pense la pauvre Demessieux partie trop tt n se doil enhn de Ie signaIer : des grands baroqueux (Chapuis, Isoir, Chapelet pour ne citer queux), aucun ne se sentit dshonor de participer aux agapes sonores quon lui offrait de partager sur un instrument pourtant si contraire ses vues (et tous se hrenl d'aiIIeurs une |oie de rcidiver) Ie second rideau jouant quant lui et comme lhabitude les puristes intransigeants, lun deux (qui en loccurrence tait une) allant jusqu dcrter que, de toute faon, au del de quarante jeux, un orgue ntait plus quune machine faire du bruit : on apprciera. Quajouter encore, cette fois dun point de vue purement technique, sinon que, mis rude preuve moins par la fume des cierges (mais la longue, elle entra quand mme en ligne de compte) que par lusage intensif qui en tait fait (les rcitals ne faisant jamais que venir se greffer sur les nombreux ofhces qui se drouIaienl Ia calhdraIe), I'inslrumenl connul au hI du lems une lente mais inluctable dgradation qui au hnaI enlrana on Ie sail son comIel dmontage et une restauration qui, mon sens (mais ce nest que le mien), ne fut pas sans en altrer notablement lharmonie, tout le moins lassagir. Par ailleurs, soumis au cycle des saisons avec ce que cela impliquait dhygromtries et de tempratures fort contrastes, laccord des mixtures et surtout celui des anches laissrent parfois dsirer (confer le dbut de la plage 11) sans pour autant atteindre linsupportable sauf bien sr aux oreilles de ceux (jen sais un de fameux Bruxelles) qui, fchs avec lchelle des valeurs, ont accoutum de privi- lgier un aspect (non ngligeable, certes) de la forme au dtriment du fond. Car ici, par bonheur, le fond demeure sauf. Si le rcital lui-mme se droulait gnrale- ment sans anicroches, on se doute bien quen coulisses, survinrent parfois des incidents ou des situations quelque peu insolites, certains burlesques ou simplement attendrissants, dautres empreints dune gravit certaine. Plutt que de me perdre en considrations oiseuses (et de toute faon subjectives) sur les mrites de tel ou tel ou de me lancer dans une nime analyse des uvres propres raser une majorit de lecteurs, je ne rsiste donc pas au plaisir de conter ci-aprs trois de mes souvenirs les plus marquants. Je fais rpter lami Andr Isoir quand, soudain, le vent vient manquer les rservoirs saffaissant bruyamment comme c'esl Ie cas Ia hn d'un ofhce, Iorsque I'on coupe le contact. Homme de ressource, notre invit a tt fait de mettre la main sur la grande chelle qui, via loculus situ en partie haute du mur latral, nous permet daccder direclemenl Ia saIIe de souferie. La raison de la panne est dtecte au premier coup dil : la goupille qui solidarise les arbres primaire et secondaire de la turbine a tout simplement lch. On la remplace par une poigne de gros clous qui tranaient par terre proximit en priant le ciel quils tiennent ce quils ont lobligeance de faire. La rptition ne sen trouve pas moins courte, notre quipe nous ayant laisss semblables des charbonniers, couverts de suie et de poussire. Cela se passe un vendredi (pourquoi est-ce toujours la veille des week-ends que surviennent les ppins de ce genre ?). Approch en urgence le lendemain matin, un serrurier de Bondy habitant la mme rue que les parents dYvette accepte de se rendre sur place et a tt fait de rparer le bobo, ce qui permet Isoir de donner son rcital lesprit serein. Mais lhistoire ne sarrte pas l et, dans le mme temps, commencent les ennuis. Ds le lundi matin, en effet, je signale par crit lincident et son heureux pilogue larchitecte des Btiments de France en charge de Notre-Dame, un petit homme chafouin la voix de fausset que je sais fort imbu des hautes fonctions dont la investi la rue de Valois (et dont, par charit forcment chrtienne en loccurrence , je tairai le nom). A quelques semaines de l (ractivit lgendaire de ladministration), je reois sous pli recommand une lettre incendiaire dans laquelle on me demande de quel droit je me suis permis dintervenir sans autorisation dans un local o nont accs que les hommes de lart agrs. Or il se trouve que, dans lintervalle, est survenu certain vnement historique dont je ne manque pas de faire tat au pointilleux fonctionnaire joint par tlphone : Je veux bien admettre, monsieur M., avoir en loccurrence outrepass mon rle mais accordez-le moi aussi : sans mon intervention, il ny aurait pas eu de grand orgue au service funbre du gnral de Gaulle !. Rponse du gnome : -Et aprs ?. Ce dimanche-l, tait normalement program- m Fred Tulan (un musicien aux gots plus quatypiques doubl dun gai luron qui, plus tard, sinstituera mon guide dans les rues bosseles de San Francisco). Atteint hlas de turista comme pas mal de ses compatriotes 6 7 confronts la cuisine europenne, Fred est remplac au pied lev par Jean Galard, un habitu auquel on a recours pour ces sortes de dpannages : il habite deux pas de l ! Cinq minutes avant que ne dbute les festivits, la dame qui vend des cartes postales ct public toque la porte de la tribune. -Il y a l un monsieur qui demande voir lorganiste -Mais voyons, a nest pas possible : le rcital va commencer ! -Cest quil insiste beaucoup : il dit tre un de ses vieux amis et avoir rendez-vous avec lui. De guerre lasse, je rceptionne lintrus qui se prsente, la main tendue : -John Cage ! Revenu de ma surprise qui nest pas mince, on limagine et sans entrer dans des dtails pour le moins scabreux, je lui annonce que Fred a d dclarer forfait : -Il est mort ? me fait-il. -Non, je vous expliquerai tout lheure Alors, dsignant Galard : -Il y avait du Satie au programme de Fred ; cest dailleurs pour cela que jtais venu. Et lui, quest-ce quil joue ? Je le lui dis et a na pas lair de follement lemballer. Il reste nanmoins et, les ayanl rsenls I'un I'aulre, |'allends Ia hn du rcital pour entraner notre hte de marque vers ce que nous appelons le gourbi, une pice minuscule taille dans le soubassement du buffet o se trouve remis le livre dor des rcitalistes. Je lui demande si, dfaut davoir pu entendre ce qui avait motiv sa venue, il accepterait pour le moins de nous laisser quelque souvenir de son passage. Le rsultat, je nen reviens toujours pas : cinq courtes lignes dans un parfait franais la gloire de ceIui qu'iI y quaIihe de sainl d'ArcueiI avec, se dtachant en majuscules pour former un acrostiche central, le nom de TULAN ! A Ia morl de Cochereau, |'ai cru devoir conher les diffrents cahiers de ce livre dor Anne- Marie Joly, la zle conservatrice du dfunt muse Notre-Dame dont le contenu, depuis, a t stock on ne sait trop o par des mains quelque peu irresponsables. Peut-tre un jour retrouverai-je la photocopie que javais faite lpoque de ce bijou Sans prsenter de lien direct avec le sujet et se situant mme tout fait hors contexte, la troisime anecdote qui me revient lesprit vaut quand mme dtre rapporte ici, me semble-t-il. Je la tiens dHerman Berlinski, organiste et compositeur dorigine allemande qui, de confession juive et fuyant le nazisme en 1933, stait dabord tabli en France o il servit sous nos drapeaux durant la drle de guerre avant de franchir lOcan et dacqurir la nationalit amricaine. Il tait en autres lauteur dun Burning Bush (Le Buisson ardent) fort pris dans les milieux organistiques doutre-Atlantique au point dy tre tenu un peu comme le pendant, pour linstrument, du clbre Adagio de Barber. Avant daller travailler l haut, nous nous retrouvons tous deux attabls chez Mado, la brasserie jouxtant Notre-Dame laquelle servait de point de ralliement nos visiteurs quand il me raconte ce qui lui est arriv dassez peu banal Munich o il stait produit la semaine prcdente. L'lal de ses Iunelles Iui donnanl du hI retordre, il se rend chez un opticien du centre- ville o laccueille une toute jeune femme. Dans le cours de la conversation, celle-ci lui 8 dit : -Je vois bien que vous tes Amricain (votre accent suffirait le prouver) et, pourtant, vous parlez notre langue de faon irrprochable et, ne serait-ce que par votre nom, vous ne pouvez quavoir des origines allemandes. Dites-moi que je me trompe Et Berlinski de lui exposer le pourquoi du comment. Au bout dune minute, la jeune femme linterrompt, se dirige vers la porte dentre, retourne la pancarte qui indiquait ouvert ou ferm, donne un tour de cl. Puis elle revient, linvite sasseoir avec elle dans larrire-boutique et, dans un lan du cur qui semble comme un appel au secours : -Je suis venue au monde aprs Ia guerre, Iui conhe-l-eIIe, el |e ne sais combien de fois jai demand mes parents de mexpliquer ce qui stait pass de si grave cette poque-l. Ils nen parlaient jamais entre eux et me tenaient obstinment dans lignorance de ces vnements pourtant pas si lointains. A toutes mes questions, ils ludaient, haussaient les paules agacs. Jai pourtant le droit de savoir, non ?. Et pendant prs dune heure, face une assoiffe dinformations qui buvait ses paroles, le concertiste de la veille sest mu au dbott en historien de la Shoah. A mesure que je sollicite ma mmoire, une foule dimages en surgissent ple-mle. Je me rappelle ainsi Litaize venant conseiller ses lves chaque fois que lun deux tait programm et faisant montre cette occasion dune science de la registration proprement sluhanle , MarchaI, as Ius ll inslaII, attaquant sans prvenir une improvisation que jai la chance de pouvoir saisir au vol (il me manque juste les toutes premires secondes) ; lAllemand de lEst (ctait avant la chute du Mur) quun charmant accompagnateur au sourire carnassier ne lchera pas dune semelle ; Pierre Vidal sautant de lautobus en marche moins vingt (le rcital dmarrait moins le quart !) ; William Self qui, ayant jou des pices de Dupr et Bonnet (les deux pires ennemis de lentre-deux-guerres) se retrouvant au bas de lescalier en prsence des deux veuves et leur demandant benotement si elles se connaissaient : succs assur ! Un de nos invits ayant jou du Bsser que je savais alors plus que centenaire, je lui demande si ce dernier serait en mesure de signer le fameux livre dor. -Entre dix heures et midi, pas de problme ; aprs, a dpend des jours. Rendez-vous est donc pris dans ce crneau horaire et je me retrouve avenue KIber en face du bonhomme qui me conhe avoir t lui aussi organiste. -A mon retour de la villa Mdicis me prcise-t-il, je suis all trouver Massenet qui en ce temps-l tait directeur du Conservatoire et je lui ai demand sil connaissait une tribune qui ft libre ; vous tombez bien, me rpond celui- ci : Gounod vient de dmissionner de Saint- Cloud. Jai pens par devers moi : -Tout lheure, ce train-l, il va me parler aussi de ses petits djeuners avec Jean-Sbastien Bach. Mais il sest content de signer. Une dernire vocation : lultime apparition de Dupr Notre-Dame en 1969 (il tait 9 donc g de 83 ans), rptant non pas son rcital (Cochereau lavait prudemment incit seulement improviser vu ltat de ses doigls) mais eauhnanl our Ie moins les registrations dont il comptait se servir et quen dbut de soire, je raccompagne Meudon dans ma 4L. Nous ne sommes pas sortis dIssy-les-Moulineaux que a bouchonne dj (dbut de week-end oblige). A mes cts, je sens le vieux matre qui sagite, impatient. Au bout dun moment, il me prie de marrter : -Laissez-moi l ; je rfre hnir ied -Mais vous n'y ensez pas : nous sommes au moins quatre kilomtres de chez vous ! -Ninsistez pas, je vous le demande : madame Dupr pourrait sinquiter. A regret, je le regarde sloigner. Le lendemain, je lui demande : -Alors, a na as l lro dur celle hn de arcours ` -h si me fait-il : a montait ! Mais comme il y avait des bancs pour les promeneurs, de temps en temps, je masseyais cinq minutes avant de repartir. En guise de conclusion (et en esprant que lon voudra bien ne pas trop men vouloir de mes digressions), je reviens rapidement sur le contenu de ce disque et sur son interprte. Ce dernier a beau se dire excd dentendre colporte la rengaine selon laquelle, part Demessieux son idole, il naurait su jouer sa vie durant que du Widor et du Vierne (stendant sur cinq sicles, son rpertoire allait en effet de Purcell Guillou en passant par Bach, Mendelssohn et Liszt), il nen demeure pas moins que, selon moi, cest en compagnie de ces deux-l quil parvint lexcellence. Et Yvette qui lui faisait rcemment observer quon les retrouvait toujours inscrits au programme de ses (trop) rares prestations publiques, le pimpant nonagnaire quil est devenu aujourdhui a rpondu, dsarmant de (fausse) candeur : -Bien sr que jaurais aim leur jouer autre chose, mais que veux-tu : ils en redemandaient chaque fois ! Jtais bien oblig de leur faire plaisir. Invit maintes reprises par son ami Cochereau (rappelons-le : en 1948, cest ex aequo que ces deux joyeux drilles dixit Marie-Claire Alain obtinrent leur Prix dorgue dans la classe de Dupr) et mme si son instrument prfr demeurait et de loin celui de Saint-Ouen de Rouen, Labric se plut se produire maintes fois Notre-Dame et pas seulement dans le cadre des rcitals : Moreau Ie suIanl ofhcieI s'lanl lrouv opportunment indisponible, cest en effet lui qu la veille dune tourne dun mois aux lals-Inis, Cochereau conha ses cIaviers : iI neut pas le regretter. Lorgue de Notre-Dame, donc, et Labric nouveau aux commandes interprtant ses deux musiciens dlection : pouvait-on rver Ius aIIchanle afhche ` II vous aarlienl den juger. Franois Carbou juin 2013 * Picrrc labric a Notrc-Damc dc Paris (1968) Itano|s Catbou / So|s||ce 11 Sunday organ recitals at Notre-Dame de Paris Little stories from a great adventure A s is often the case, it all started from nothing or practically. From the moment he took over, the newly promoted archpriest of Notre-Dame, Canon Berrar (I am not mentioning his forename: he detested it!) had shown that he absolutely abhorred a vacuum. Observing, for example, that between vespers and the 6.30 Mass on Sunday afternoon, no less than two hours went by without anything happening in his cathedral, this highly-cultivated intellectual altogether a man of action and a peerless oralor decided vilhoul furlher ado lo hII in the empty interval with a series of lectures in which personalities as diverse as Lanza del Vasto, Hans-Urs von Balthazar, Dom Helder Camara and Olivier Messiaen won renown, and then gave them a musical extension in the form of an organ recital. When he mentioned his project to Pierre Cochereau, the latter of course subscribed to it enthusiastically. That occurred in early 1968, and now, nearly a half-century later, the institution has outlived its initiators with the success that is well known. When the moment came to implement his archpriests idea, Cochereau rightly thought that, at the outset, he would limit himself to having a few of his colleagues and friends play. They would devote themselves (sic!) in turn since, just as no budget had been planned for remunerating their appearance, there was even less question of reimbursing those from the provinces for their travel and living expenses in the capital. That was without reckoning on the vox populi. As soon as the ro|ecl became knovn, requesls oved in from all corners of the earth, to the degree that it was soon necessary to draw up a waiting list that, with time, grew from a few months to two years! Measuring the amplitude of the task and, owing to his multiples activities, which prevented him from handling it alone, our friend Pierre did me the honour of entrusting the baby to me. So it was that, for 17 years (i.e., up until the arrival of the new organists, when I had to step down), it fell to me to receive the mail from candidates (discreetly ensuring myself as to the level of the unknowns), set a date with the happy few, harmonize their programmes so as to avoid repeats from one Sunday to the next and, naturally, , greet them with due honours. (Many, sometimes coming from the antipodes, thoughtfully brought with them bottles of alcohol from home to give to me, which resulted in my currently having in my wine cellar a collection of the most unusual beverages which I have deemed wise to never touch!). The honours that I have just mentioned consisted first of all of introducing the instrument to them on Friday evening, after the cathedral closed a good hour being necessary for this , then helping them as much by turning pages as by handling 12 the combinations. A second rehearsal was scheduled for the next day, when Jehan Revert, the matre de chapelle, came up to greet our guest, since he was in charge of introducing the musician to the audience on Sunday along with the pieces that were going to be played, preceded by a brief commentary. Some of those pieces necessitated his inquiring beforehand as to their nature for, quile oflen, and for lhe grealesl benehl of the music lovers, our foreign friends were anxious to enrich their performance with little-known compositions from their national repertoire. Quite quickly, it seemed to me that we were experiencing an exceptional phenomenon: organists of all backgrounds, all generations, all kinds, and all aesthetic penchants were induced to express themselves on the manuals of the same instrument and what an instrument! Never, so far as I know, had a equivalent cast been assembled in an organ loft. That is why, equipped as we were on site with a tape recorder and microphones installed permanently, and obviously with the permission of my patients (only one refused), I decided to record these recitals so as to put together a collection of sound archives in order to perpetuate the memory of it and not just individual memories. Nonetheless, the undertaking was not risk- free, the character of authenticity resulting from these live recordings being countered by all sorts of inconveniences: the very high noise level (the very relative silence of 3,000 listeners on average punctuated by the squeaking of babies prams circulating in the side aisles and the babbling of their occupants), the impossibility of making up for recording accidents (when it was not a persistent cipher) and perhaps even more, the increased stage fright which the performer, busy at work, hardly needed at that moment. Thus, noting this state of things, I began to work following the second rehearsal, that of Saturday evening. The organisl hnaIIy decIaring himseIf ready, he then played his entire programme, pausing briey onIy lo go from one iece lo lhe next, exactly as he would have to proceed the next day. At the same time, this enabled him to verify that he indeed was within the allotted time and, involving on his part a performance all at one go, banished the fear of a wrong note in favour of pure musicality as the great performers of the past were accustomed to doing the sole exterior noise of a nature to come through the walls and mar lhe recordings being. lhe mufed 32 of the bateau-mouche engines! When, in 1985, a year after Pierres death, I relinquished the duties, the corpus thus assembled consisted of no less than 743 recitals. In addition to France, 29 other countries were represented the prize going to the United States, with Uruguay and Venezuela bringing up the rear. Without being able to achieve equality (it was not an issue at the time!), female participation was nonetheless around 18% (Room for improvement was the opinion of Franoise Xenakis, seated 13 in front of me, who had come to hear her husbands Gmeeoorh played, precisely, by one of his female disciples). As for the choice of works, it brought out the considerable place occupied by the music of our time (Chaynes, Ligeti, Philippot, Tisn) as well as a host of vorId remieres or more simIy hrsl Irench erformances. To hnaIIy drav u lhe Iisl of the most frequently played composers, it will come as no surprise that Bach was in the lead, followed at a respectful distance and in order by Vierne, Dupr, Franck, Langlais, Messiaen, Reger and Duru. Certainly, the list of our guests includes some major absences. I notice first of all those who, for personal reasons, chose to decline the invitation: Virgil Fox, for example, even though an old friend of Cochereaus, could not bring himself to break one of his principles: throughout his whole career, not once had he accepted to play without a fee! Or else, and for nobler reasons, Marcel Lanquetuit, the organist of the cathedral of Rouen who, for nothing in the world, would have deserted his loft on a Sunday. There were also those whom we stupidly forgot: Germani, Tagliavini, Commette and many others who, in spite of themselves, will have left us in the lurch and in saying this, I think of poor Jeanne Demessieux, who left us too soon We must also point out: of the great Baroque specialists (Chapuis, Isoir, Chapelet to mention only them), none felt dishonoured by participating in the sound feast that we offered them to share on an instrument albeit so contrary to their views (and all, moreover, were delighted to reoffend), whereas the small fry played the intransigent purists as usual. One of them (who, as it happens, was a she) went so far as to decree that, in any event, beyond forty stops, an organ was no more than a machine for making noise! One will appreciate... What else might we add, this time from a purely technical point of view, other than that, the smoke of the candles (but in the long run, this nonetheless entered into account) less than the intensive use made of it (the recitals only being grafted onto the numerous services that took place in the cathedral), over time, put a severe strain on the instrument, which experienced a slow but unavoidable deterioration. In the end, this resulted as we know in its complete dismantling and a restoration that, in my opinion (and I speak only for myself), altered the harmony in particular, and at very least, tempered it. Moreover, subjected to the cycle of the seasons with what that implies in terms of highly contrasted hygrometry and temperatures, the tuning of the mixtures and above all of the reeds was not always satisfactory (listen, for example, to the beginning of track 11) without, for all that, becoming unbearable except, of course, to the ears of those (I know a famous one in Brussels) who, hopeless with the scale of values, have accustomed to favouring an aspect (not inconsiderable, certainly) of form to the detriment of content. Here, thankfully, content remains safe. 14 Although the recitals themselves generally went without a hitch, one may suspect that in the wings, rather unusual incidents or situations sometimes occurred, some comical or simply touching, others tinged with a certain seriousness. Rather than losing myself in idle (and, in any case, subjective) considerations on the merits of so and so, or launching into an umpteenth analysis of the works, likely to bore a majority of readers, I will therefore not resist the pleasure of relating three of my most vivid memories. I was having my friend Andr Isoir rehearse when, suddenly, the wind lacked, the reservoirs collapsing noisily as is the case at the end of a service, when the current is turned off. A resourceful man, our guest soon laid his hands on the large ladder that, via the oculus located in the upper part of the lateral wall, enabled us to accede directly to the bellows room. The reason for the breakdown vas delecled al hrsl gIance: lhe in lhal interlocks the primary and secondary shafts of the turbine had quite simply let go. We replaced it with a handful of large nails lying on lhe oor nearby, raying lo heaven lhal they hold which they were kind enough to do. The rehearsal was nonetheless shortened, our undertaking having left us looking like coalmen, covered with soot and dust. That happened on a Friday (why is it that it is always on the eve of weekends that this kind of problem arises?). Approached as a matter of urgency the next morning, a locksmith from Bondy, living in the same street as Yvettes parents, agreed to come and quickly repaired the problem, allowing Isoir to give his recital with a serene mind. But the story does not end there and, at the same time, the problems began. In fact, on Monday morning, I wrote to the architect of Btiments de France in charge of Notre- Dame, calling attention to the incident and its fortunate epilogue. I knew this sly little man with a high-pitched voice to be quite self-important owing to the duties bestowed upon him by the Ministry of Culture (and whose name, by charity obviously Christian under the circumstances , I shall not reveal). A few weeks later (an example of the administrations legendary reactivity), I received an incendiary registered letter asking me by what right I had permitted myself to intervene without authorization in remises lo vhich onIy aulhorized quaIihed professionals have access. Well, it turns out that, in the meantime, a certain historic event occurred that I did not hesitate to report to the punctilious civil servant whom I reached by telephone: I am willing to admit, Monsieur M., that, in the situation, I overstepped my role, but admit: without my intervention, there would have been no great organ for General de Gaulles funeral service! To which the gnome replied: And what of it? That Sunday Fred Tulan (a musician of more than atypical tastes as well as a likely lad who, later on, would be my guide in the hilly streets of San Francisco) was scheduled. Alas, victim of Montezumas revenge (like quite a few of his compatriots 15 when confronted with European cuisine), Fred was replaced at the last minute by Jean Galard, a regular to whom we resorted for this sort of emergency: he lived almost next door! Five minutes before the beginning of the festivities, the lady who sold postcards on the public side knocked on the door of the loft. Theres a gentleman asking to see the organist. - But come now, thats not possible: the recital is about to begin! - Well, hes quite insistent: he says hes an old friend and has an appointment with him Tired of resisting, I received the intruder who held out his hand and introduced himself: John Cage! Getting over my astonishment which was considerable, as one can imagine and without entering into details that were improper to say the least, I announced that Fred had had to withdraw: Is he dead? he asked. No, Ill explain in awhile Then, pointing to Galard, he said: There was some Satie on Freds programme; it was moreover for that that I came. And this guy, whats he playing? I told him, and this did not appear to exactly thrill him. Nonetheless he stayed and, having introduced them to each other, I waited for the end of the recital to take our prestigious guest to what we call the gourbi [a shack or slum], a minuscule room carved into the base of the case where the recitalists visitors book was kept. I asked him if, for lack of hearing what had motivated his coming, he would accept to at least leave us a souvenir of his passage. The resuIl and I sliII can'l gel over il vas hve short lines in perfect French to the glory of the man he described as the Saint of Arcueil with, standing out in capital letters to form a central acrostic, the name TULAN! After Cochereaus death, I felt I had to entrust the various volumes of this book to Anne-Marie Joly, the zealous curator of the defunct Notre-Dame museum, the contents of which have since been stocked who knows where by somewhat irresponsible hands. Perhaps one day I'II hnd lhe holocoy lhal I'd made of this gem at the time Despite its being without any direct bearing on the subject and even totally out of context, the third anecdote that comes to mind is, it seems to me, still worth relating here. It was told to me by Herman Berlinski, a German-born organist and composer vho, being }evish, ed Nazism in 1933 and initially settled in France where he served in our army during the war before crossing the ocean and taking American citizenship. He wrote, amongst others, a Burning Bush that was highly prized in organ circles on the other side of the Atlantic to the point of being considered somewhat as the instruments counterpart to Barbers famous Adagio. Before going to work up there, we were eating at Chez Mado, the brasserie next to Notre-Dame which served as a rallying point for our visitors , when he told me something hardly banal that had happened to him in Munich where he had performed the previous week. The state of his eyeglasses causing him problems, he went to an optician in the city centre where he was received by a young woman. In the course of the conversation, she said 16 to him: I can clearly see youre American (your accenl vouId sufhce lo rove il) and yet, you speak our language impeccably, and were it merely for your name, you could only have German origins. Tell me if Im wrong And Berlinski told her the why and wherefore. After a minute, the young woman interrupted him, went to the entrance, turned over the open/ closed sign and locked the door. Then she came back, invited him to sit with her in the back shop and, in a burst of emotion that seemed like a call for help, told him: I was born after the war and I dont know how many times Ive asked my parents to explain what happened back then that was so serious. They never talked about it between themselves and also obstinately kept me in the dark about these events that were not, however, so long ago. They elude all my questions, shrugging their shoulders, annoyed. But I have the right to know, dont I? And for more than an hour, facing this woman who thirsted for information and drank his words, the concert artist of the night before turned into an extemporaneous historian of the Shoah! As I appeal to my memory, a hotchpotch of images surges up. For example, I recall Litaize coming to advise his students every time one of them was scheduled to play, demonstrating on that occasion a knowledge of registration that was literally stupefying; or Marchal, as soon as he was settled, attacking without warning an improvisation that I had lhe Iuck of being abIe lo calch on lhe y (I'm missing onIy lhe very hrsl seconds), or lhe East German (this was before the fall of the Wall), to whom a charming accompanist with a carnivorous smile stuck like a leech; or Pierre Vidal jumping from a moving bus at twenty minutes before the hour (the recital was beginning at a quarter to!); or William Self who, having played pieces by Dupr and Bonnet (the two worst enemies of the interwar period), finding himself at the bottom of the stairs in the presence of the two widows, gullibly asked them if they knew each other - sure to be a success! One of our guests having played some Bsser, whom I knew to be aged over a hundred, I asked the latter if he would be capable of signing the famous guestbook. Between 10 and noon, no problem; after that, it depends on the day. So an appointment was made in that time slot, and I found myself on Avenue Klber facing a gentleman who admitted to me that he, too, was an organist. Upon my return from the Villa Mdicis [after winning lhe Irix de Romej,' he secihed, 'I venl looking for Massenet who was director of the Conservatoire at the time, and I asked if he knew of an organ loft that was vacant. Youve come at just the right moment, he answered. Gounod has just resigned from Saint-Cloud. I thought to myself: At this rate, in awhile hell also be telling me about his breakfasts with Johann Sebastian Bach. But he settled for signing. ne Iasl evocalion: Dur's hnaI aearance at Notre-Dame in 1969 (he was 83 at the 17 time), not rehearsing his recital (Cochereau had prudently encouraged him to only imrovise, given lhe condilion of his hngers) bul rehning al lhe very Ieasl lhe regislralions that he counted on using. In the early evening, I drove him home to Meudon in my Renault 4L, and we had not got out of Issy- les-Moulineaux [right over the southern limit of Iarisj vhen lrafhc vas aIready backed u, being the beginning of the weekend. At my side, I sensed the old master seething with impatience. After a moment, he begged me to stop: Drop me here; I prefer going the rest of the way on foot. - Youre not serious! Were at least four kilometres from your home! - Dont insist, Im asking you: Madame Dupr might worry. With regret, I watched him walk away. The next day I asked him: So, it wasnt too hard, the end of the journey? - Oh yes, he replied, the road climbed! But since there were benches for walkers from lime lo lime, I sal dovn hve minules before setting off again. By way of conclusion (and hoping the reader will not hold my digressions against me too much), I will quickly return to the contents of this disc and its interpreter. The latter might well say it irritates him to hear the same old refrain according to which, aside from Demessieux, his idol, he only knew how to play Widor and Vierne (his reerloire acluaIIy sanned hve cenluries, from Purcell to Guillou by way of Bach, Mendelssohn and Liszt); it is no less true that, in my opinion, it was in the company of those two that he achieved true excellence. And to Yvette, who recently observed that they were always found on the programme of his (overly) rare public performances, the spruce nonagenarian that he has become today responded, disarming with (false) ingenuousness: Of course I would have liked to play other things for them, but what do you want: they asked for them again every time! I was indeed obliged to give them pleasure Invited on numerous occasions by his friend Cochereau (let us recall that, in 1948, these two jolly fellows dixit Marie-Claire Alain obtained their organ prize ex aequo in Duprs class) and even though his favourite instrument remained and by far that of Saint-Ouen in Rouen, Labric enjoyed appearing at Notre-Dame many times and nol onIy as a recilaIisl: Moreau lhe ofhciaI substitute fortunately being unavailable, it was in fact to him that Cochereau, just before setting off on a month-long tour in the United States, turned over the manuals: he would not have to regret it. So, the organ of Notre-Dame with Labric again at the controls, performing his two preferred composers: might one dream a more appealing programme? It is now up to you to judge. Franois Carbou June 2013 (translated by John Tyler Tuttle) * Ic grand orguc dc Notrc-Damc dans Ics anncs 70 Robet| Ch5|eau / So|s||ce 19 PDALE 1. Principal 32 (B) 2. Contrebasse 16 (B) 3. Soubasse 16 (A) 4. Principal 8 (C) 5. Flte 8 (A) 6. Bourdon 8 (D) 7. Octave 4 (B) 8. Flte chemine 4 (F) 9. Bourdon 2 (F) 10. Piccolo 1 (F) 11. Fourniture III (F) 12. Cymbale IV (F) 13. Quinte 10 2/3 (B) 14. Tierce 6 2/5 (B) 15. Quinte 5 1/3 (B) 16. Septime 4 4/7 (B) 17. Tierce 3 1/5 (F) 18. Quinte 2 2/3 (F) 19. Tierce 1 3/5 (F) 20. Larigot 1 1/3 (F) 21. Bombarde 32 (A, B) 22. Bombarde 16 (A, B) 23. Basson 16 (B) 24. Ranquette 16 (F) 25. Trompette 8 (A) 26. Basson 8 (B) 27. Clairon 4 (A) 28. Chalumeau 4 (F) I. GRAND ORGUE 1. Principal 16 (A, B) 2. Bourdon 16 (A) 3. Montre 8 (A) 4. Principal 8 (B, F) 5. Flte harmonique 8 (B) 6. Bourdon 8 (B) 7. Prestant 4 (B) 8. Octave 4 (A) 9. Doublette 2 (A) 10. Fourniture IV (A, B, F) 11. Cymbale V (A, B, F) 12. Bombarde 16 (A) 13. Trompette 8 (A) 14. Clairon 4 (A) IV. SOLO 1. Bourdon 32 (A,F) 2. Principal 16 (B) 3. Montre 8 (A) 4. Flte harmonique 8 (B) 5. Prestant 4 (B) 6. Doublette 2 (B) 7. Fourniture II, 32 (F) 8. Fourniture V, 16 (F) 9. Cymbale IV (F) 10. Cornet IV-V (A, B) 11. Quinte 5 1/3 (A) 12. Tierce 3 1/5 (B) 13. Quinte 2 2/3 (B) 14. Septime 2 2/7 (B) 15. Cromorne 8 (F) II. POSITIF 1. Montre 16 (A, B) 2. Bourdon 16 (A, B) 3. Salicional 8 (B, C) 4. Unda maris 8 (B) 5. Flte harmonique 8 (B) 6. Bourdon 8 (A) 7. Prestant 4 (A) 8. Flte douce 4 (A) 9. Doublette 2 (A) 10. Fourniture IV, 16 (E) 11. Cymbale III (F) 12. Quinte 2 2/3 (A) 13. Tierce 1 3/5 (E) 14. Clarinette 16 (B) 15. Clarinette 8 (A, B) 16. Clarinette 4 (B) V. GRAND CHUR 1. Principal 8 (B) 2. Bouron 8 (B) 3. Prestant 4 (B) 4. Doublette 2 (B) 5. Piccolo 1 (B) 6. Cymbale IV (F) 7. Quinte 2 2/3 (B) 8. Tierce 1 3/5 (B) 9. Larigot 1 1/3 (B) 10. Septime 1 1/7 (B) 11. Tuba 16 (B) 12. Trompette 8 (A) 13. Clairon 4 (A) III. RCIT EXPRESSIF 1. Quintaton 16 (A) 2. Principal 8 (C) 3. Gambe 8 (B, C) 4. Voix cleste 8 (B) 5. Flte harmonique 8 (B) 6. Bourdon 8 (F) 7. Octave 4 (C) 8. Flte harmonique 4 (B) 9. Octavin 2 (B) 10. Fourniture III (C, F) 11. Cymbale IV (F) 12. Bombarde 16 (B) 13. Trompette 8 (A) 14. Basson-Hautbois 8 (B) 15. Voix humaine 8 (A, B) 16. Clairon 4 (A) hors bote / outbox : 17. Cornet dcho (A, F) 18. Trompette dcho (A) 19. Chamade 8 (F) 20. Chamade 4 (F) 21. Chamade 2/16 (F) Tremblant ajustable COMPOSITION DU GRAND ORGUE DE NOTRE-DAME DE PARIS DANS LES ANNES 70 SPECIFICATIONS OF THE GREAT ORGAN OF NOTRE-DAME, PARIS IN THE 70ths ORIGINE DES TUYAUX / ORIGIN OF THE PIPES : Thierry, 1733 / Clicquot, 1788 (A). Cavaill-Coll, 1868 (B). Mutin, 1904 (C). Beuchet, 1932 (D). Hermann, 1963 (E). Boisseau, depuis 1965 (F). RAPPEL DES ENREGISTREMENTS DE PIERRE LABRIC CHEZ FY-SOLSTICE FRANZ LISZT Prlude & fugue sur B.A.C.H. Fantaisie & fugue sur Ad nos Variations sur Weinen, Klagen Funrailles (Saint-Ouen de Rouen) SOCD 264 * JEANNE DEMESSIEUX Six tudes op. 5 / Triptyque op. 7 Te Deum op. 11 / etc. (Notre-Dame de Paris) SOCD 269 * LOUIS VIERNE, vol. 1 Les six Symphonies (Saint-Sernin de Toulouse) SOCD 277/9 * LOUIS VIERNE, vol. 2 Les Pices en style libre / le Triptyque, Les deux Messes basses / etc. (Saint-Ouen de Rouen) SOCD 286/8 * LOUIS VIERNE, vol. 3 Les Pices de fantaisie (Saint-Ouen de Rouen) SOCD 290/1 * EUGNE REUCHSEL Promenades en Provence (Saint-Ouen de Rouen) SOCD 289