Yeah, but after your investment and some time, you can put on ye olde clothes and play Renfairs and the like…It’s one of the many Early Music Footballs… gotta have one if you wanna play.
They definitely don’t sound a thing like recorders. They’re a capped double reed…in other words, they have a double reed that you don’t play with your lips (like oboe, etc.) but which has a cap over and you blow into to make the reed vibrate. They take a TON of air, have a lot of pressure…and mellow buzz? When I played one, we decided they sounded like constipated geese.
It’a a nice looking site and they look like they know what they are doing. The have crumhorn kits from GBP 130-180 which is still not in the $30 wistle range, but, hey, you WILL be the first on your block!
I’ve wanted one for a loong time; and a Rauschpfeife, too, for waking the neighbors.
You can hear crumhorns being played on Richard and Linda Thompson’s classic album “I Want to See the Bright Lights Tonight”, particularly on the track “We all sing Hallelujah”.
They definitely sound like Geese. Back when I first started making instruments in my garage, I built a cornemuse (similar to Crumhorn only has no hook) out of PVC and when testing it, it attracted a flock of Canadian Geese.
Bach when I was a freshman music student at the University of British Columbia (sounds snootier than it is) I was accosted by some rather seedy looking folks from the Collegium Musicum, our ancient music group.They had heard that saxophonists were musical sluts who would play anything, so they thrust a bad photocopy of neumes into my left hand, and a tenor crummhorn into my right. My less-than-stellar saxophoning had not garnered many playing invitations, so on I trotted, crummhorn in hand.
The crummhorn proved to be a gateway instrument for me, like the way murder and kidnapping lead to speeding and jaywalking. Several times that year I found myself on stage playing windcap horns, rackett (like a bassoon that’s been run over by a truck) and r%c*r#e%s. We had an insane amount of fun, especially once we discovered that the tone quality of windcap instruments improves when the entire consort is half-pickled on beer.
One dark and stormy night we snuck into the theater and borrowed period clothing (we weren’t quite sure of the period) and proceeded to our gig at GRONK!, the music school’s year end bash. The stage was set, our costumes were perfect, and our crummhorns were polished. Our first number:
Barbara Anne, by the Beach Boys.
BTW, tenor crums sound like very un-constipated geese. Sopranos sound like ducks being fed into a meat-grinder, feet first. Baritone Crums sound like Barry White.