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The European Doctors Orchestra

The European Doctors Orchestra

Music and Medicine are wonderful partners!

The idea of a European Doctors Orchestra was first mooted twenty years ago by Miklos Pohl, a plastic surgeon who proposed an orchestra for medical musicians from across Europe an opportunity to join for a sociable weekend of playing music. Miklos, who is Hungarian by birth, gained support from a small group of enthusiastic fellow doctors and professional conductor Rupert Bond for the inaugural concert in London in 2004.

The EDO is now a full symphony orchestra of about 100 doctors from all over Europe. In the past 20 years they have performed over 40 concerts in many European cities. Income from these public concerts always benefits a medical charity, and promotes the performance and appreciation of music. Players, most of whom are also physicians and surgeons in full-time work, derive great satisfaction from coming together for a weekend of rehearsals under the baton of a professional conductor. They pay for their own accommodation and travel expenses as well as a registration fee that covers the cost of the concert venue, soloists and conductor, and proceeds from ticket sales go to the charity chosen for that particular concert.

Of course, the social aspect of each tour is of equal interest, and the sharing of new research within the different medical specialties and nationalities. It is believed that every anatomical organ of the human body has a medical specialist who is a musician in the orchestra!

In this photo taken for EDO’s 20th anniversary, James is standing beside the harpist.

 

 

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Double bass and air travel

Double bass and air travel

If you’re a professional orchestral or jazz bassist taking your own instrument to play in a public concert, you face problems. A double bass is fragile despite its size, so it requires ensconcing within a hard shell. Such a  case is around 7 ft in height and weighs a ton.

Problem 1: You won’t find many taxis that can transport you plus that bass to the airport.  Problem 2: You need the paperwork required for outsize luggage. Problem 3: There is no guarantee that the instrument will travel with you on your flight.

One Friday afternoon Andrew was travelling to Cork on Aer Arann to play in their weekend jazz festival. Outsize luggage at the airport readily accepted his double bass in its hard case, and Andrew settled down to enjoy the short hop across the Irish Sea. On arrival in Cork the instrument was nowhere to be seen. On enquiry he was told, “Sorry Mr Robb, but your big guitar didn’t fit in the hold along with everyone else’s luggage, so we despatched it on a larger aircraft Aer Lingus.  It’s bound for Dublin, but don’t worry, we’ll get it from there to Cork by road.” Needless to say, Andrew was obliged to borrow a basic school bass for the gig.  On Sunday morning, just before leaving the hotel to return home, a coach arrived at the hotel and delivered his bass just in time for Andrew’s return flight!

Another time Andrew took his bass to Jersey on easyJet.  The outward journey encountered no problems, but the return leg was a different story. After the bass got checked in and the passengers had boarded and were  waiting for take-off, a member of the ground crew summoned Andrew off the flight because the regional airport had no hydraulic lifts and the bass case was heavier than the legal limit each baggage handler was allowed lift. Andrew was given the choice of flying home without it, or disembarking and taking it home by ferry. In any case the flight was not going to fly with his bass. After an altercation creating more delays the exasperated pilot left the flight deck to remonstrate with the baggage handlers. “We’re not leaving this gentleman’s livelihood here on the tarmac. Since you’re each allowed to lift 32 kg and the instrument weighs 37 kg, several of you lifting together will get it into the hold without breaking any Health and Safety rules!”

Nice pilot. Job done, but Andrew’s nerves were a tad frayed.

 

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“Sir, there’s something wrong with my bass!”

“Sir, there’s something wrong with my bass!”

Teenagers’ perceptions of a calamity can sometimes be endearingly innocent.

On one occasion when our son Andrew was the peripatetic instrumental bass teacher in a local school, this is the scenario he faced on entering his classroom.  The pupil who uttered these words was quite oblivious of the catastrophic injury that had befallen the poor double bass.

 

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The finished instrument

The finished instrument

Trust is a great quality, and sometimes it pays to trust one’s instinct.  I took a punt on a trust and it has paid off. Our paths may never have crossed but we have each gained a friend.

After a honeyed stain and at least twenty coats of varnish later my instrument was ready. From the moment I picked it up, it nestled perfectly under my chin and felt like an extension of myself.  Light and compact, just over fourteen inches long, it’s not much larger than a full-size violin, but Alan’s genius has resulted in  a small viola with a commanding voice, and a lightness partly achieved by replacing the traditional tuners with geared tuning pegs (bliss).  How lucky am I to be the owner and custodian of such a lovingly-crafted instrument!  It even turns pedestrian practice into pleasure.

Here are the two of us, Alan and me, each holding something we have produced from within ourselves.  My book whispers to him, and his viola sings to me.

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The white lady

The white lady

I commissioned a viola!

Ever since I took up this instrument I’ve had to contend with the handicap of a smallish hand and its short pinkie (little finger).  It doesn’t affect me other than being a bugbear in my ability to reach the ‘C’ string on my viola with any degree of comfort. My left arm has to stretch inwards from the elbow while holding the instrument in order to allow my fingers to reach over its nether bout. Unlike violins, violas come in different sizes, and the bigger it is, the richer, deeper and more ‘viola-like’ is its tone – hence the penchant  for large violas.  Although my instrument is the smallest adult size, it is chunky, and during long rehearsals it feels as though I’m holding up a wardrobe! I tend to play flat on the bottom string due to the stretch required for my hand. In retrospect  I probably would have been better suited to learning the violin.

Enter Alan McGeoch, self-taught luthier from Fife.

We met in the foyer at a string workshop in St Andrews where he was exhibiting of a few of his instruments. Somehow, this tall, upright Scottish gent from St Andrews and I hit it off.  Notwithstanding my hollow attempts at playing a tune, he offered to make me a small viola with a nicer sound and better suited to my physique. No violists I questioned had heard of him. But since neither age nor expertise is on my side, and since he stipulated he would sell it if I wasn’t completely happy, it seemed an offer difficult to refuse. I took a expensive punt on a complete unknown, wishing myself good luck and all that.

Four months later Alan sent me this photograph of my new instrument “in the white” sitting before a mirror at her dressing table. (to be continued)

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