Tuesday, September 30, 2008

more Uppsala

More pictures from in and around Uppsala, including pictures from inside the towers..... really amazing views from 100 meters above the ground!








Robert Coulter
http://coulterorgans.com

Thursday, September 18, 2008

More Uppsala pics

my street

my house



Honda Civic (not type R or anything, standard Civic..... why can't we have cool looking civics like that?)

Civic again (teasing me)



Robert Coulter
http://coulterorgans.com

Thursday, September 11, 2008

Fish or Pasta



Work continues at a fever pitch here. We've finished the voicing on the 14 ranks of flues in the Great organ. It really does make quite a sound. We are now totally entrenched in the Solo, Viole d'Orchestre (3 total) and all, including a Walcker labial clarinet.... Amazing sound....

I have to admit, I have always thought of myself as not quite just an American. I am very loyal to my country and vote regularly, but had just believed I could fit in anywhere in the the world quite easily. A citizen of the world if you will without ever having seen the world. Damn if I wasn't wrong.



These past 10 days have been more of a culture shock that I could have ever expected. Granted in my nearly 32 years I've yet to truly master the English language, but you don't really appreciate it until the only time you hear it is in your own head. Luckily, most Swedes speak English at least as well as I, and the three Italians I'm working with have English skills that range from fluent to just enough to convey a point. Still, there is a nobility and subtle grandeur in our language most of us neither produce, nor appreciate.

On appreciating things, I am a fan of fish. That comes quite honestly from my Mother. (she's a fiend for seafood, will knock other old ladies down for shrimp on the seafood buffet bar) Ok, I made that last part up just because I knew she would be reading. But I do love fish, or at least did.

Since my arrival, there have been 20 non-breakfast meals. There have been, to this point, three meals that have not involved fish, pasta or both! It's been very nice eating so well, with all healthy food and terrifically fresh ingredients, but I fear this is too much like some strange detox program for fans of red meat and sweet tea. (red meat is rare to find here, and sweet tea? forget it.... like some odd fat camp for southerners)

It is not nearly as bad as I make. Francesco both loves to cook as well as excelling at it. All the boys have so far been a joy to work with, even if I rarely know what they are saying. My only fear is they are trying to put me in an early grave from the sheer quantity of food they consume, but that is another matter.



Enough for now, next time I'll talk about the drinking problem in Sweden.... Not enough, and I only mean that partially the way you think..... Now the only reason you are here.... More pictures.....









Robert Coulter
http://coulterorgans.com

Sunday, September 7, 2008

Uppsala, Sweden

As promised, this is my first post from Sweden so my friends can keep up with me while here. My internet access has been limited until now, but I should be able to post more regularly now.

Uppsala is a very charming town, not at all large but quite full of people. The cathedral is a truely stunning place, and I truly feel honored to be working there with the Ruffatti firm.


Cathedral


new Ruffatti pipe organ


1876 pipe organ by Akerman (quite wonderful)



As promised, this is my first post from Sweden so my friends can keep up with me while here. My internet access has been limited until now, but I should be able to post more regularly now.

Uppsala is a very charming town, not at all large but quite full of people. The cathedral is a truely stunning place, and I truly feel honored to be working there with the Ruffatti firm.

So far the Swedish people have been really very friendly, if not all that outgoing. Once you have spoken to them they are nice and helpful, but under almost no circumstance will they speak to you first.

I now, for the first time in my life, know what it means to be different. There is no way to hide my being an American. 6'1", brown hair, new beard (yeah...), I stick out like a cat in hen house. It's not a big deal, other than the constant stares at me take a little getting used to. It has also happened three times now that I walk in to a place and as soon as I say hello, someone says, "Oh you're from the states?"

I have to make one further commentary about the people. The people here are incredibly beautiful, period. It is nothing short of staggering. Your senses are constantly assulted by the torrent of remarkable faces passing by. I must say that unfortunately, these people do not appear to age as well as others. 25 seems to be the magic age and it is unfortunately a rather quick slide then to the late 30's.

So, so far this has been nice. The working conditions are nice, and other than the 4am-3pm schedule, I can't complain. In the next post I'll mention more about the town and the cathedral, and the super cool British couple I met last night. Her = student here; Him = British Army (FUN)

Robert Coulter
http://coulterorgans.com