Yesterday I spent the most incredible day with a collection of flutes that would rival any museum in the world.
A private party (sorry, but anonymous he shall remain) invited me by to have a look at some of his flutes, primarily a Rudall & Rose (actually 3 of them) for my catalogue research. (and if you know the individual, kindly don’t name him…that would be bad)
But the other flutes were much more interesting, every single one of them in museum-quality condition, and every single one a wonderful player of the highest quality. Most of the restorating work was his own, a man of exceptional talent and skill…and love for the flutes.
It was a dream. I had my digital recorder going the entire visit (about 5 hours) to get down all the discourse and music.
Among the flutes:
4 crystal flutes by Claude Laurent (including the flute that had been made for Napoleon…incredible).
3 boxwood flutes by Kirst
2 Genser (spelling? maybe Grenser?)
A solid ivory flute by Drouet
A solid ivory flute by Richard Potter (this man has about a dozen flutes of Richard Potter, when they were first with the “Potter” name, then with “Potter Senior” as the sons moved in)
A solid ivory flute by Monzani
Two original boxwood flutes by Th. Boehm (one a 6 key, the other a 7 key…the missing key on the first was the low C…it went only to C#!)
These were the flutes of Boehm before he ran into Nicholson and changed it all around.
The first Boehm flute made by Louis Lot (for the World exposition of 1855) of his own manufacture, rather than when he was with his in-law Godfrey
A Bisey made of lignum vitae, an immense-sounding baroque flute
A Siccama of pristine, unplayed condition
and on, and on, and on…
in all, about 200 flutes, of which i played about 25 (that’s all there was time for!)
Truly astounding. A once-in-a-lifetime experience that I hope I might get to do again. A wonderful man with wonderful priceless tastes and a collection over which to drool. But his only fee: play the flutes. He loves to hear them played, himself an amateur of self-admitted middle-quality. Fun to watch him, but he took such joy in hearing the tunes.
Me? I was loving every second of it.
I kept reaching for this one Rudall he had, of exceptional tone and power. He left it on the table for me to play as he retrieved more flutes. Each time he packed a couple up in their cases and off to get more, I played the Rudall – my own Boxwood Rudall sitting on the table just laying there! Oh the irony!
I was shaking as I left. I couldn’t believe the experience.
Every flute hand-rubbed, polished, restored (when needed with original parts and woods/ivories etc)…he even had a busted up Laurent just for parts!
Ladies and gentlemen, I am humbled.
I hope everyone gets to experience such a thing some day, too!