Towards the end of a choir rehearsal at the methodist church I attend, the conductor summarized the design of the service the following Sunday. The choir and the Big Bang Brass Quintet would each be performing three pieces. “And at the end of the service, the organist will be playing the Widor Toccata,” he declared. After a moment of “what’s-that?” silence, the conductor asked if anyone had ever heard the Toccata.

“Actually,” I announced after another brief silence, “I played…..

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