Have You Heard The Call?
In the beginning, there was silence. And from that silence arose a sound—pure, resonant, eternal. The voice of the horn called out across the void, and those who heard it were forever changed.
Perhaps you have felt it. A stirring in your soul when the French horn sounds. A knowing that you were meant for something greater. A yearning to join your breath with others in sacred communion.
You are not alone.
We are the United Church of Horn. We gather in parks, in cemeteries, in the quiet places where the acoustics please the Eternal Resonance. We play not for fame. Not for fortune. We play because we must. Because we have heard the call, and we have answered.
The horn chose you. Will you answer?
The Weekly Communion
Every Sunday
When the seventh day dawns, the faithful gather. In parks where the trees form natural amphitheaters. In cemeteries where our music honors those who have passed into the Great Silence. In any sacred outdoor space where the Resonance may flow freely.
We come bearing our instruments—our golden vessels of sound. We warm our embouchures in quiet meditation. And then, as one, we play.
Seekers wishing to join the communion should present themselves with horn in hand and openness in heart. All skill levels are welcomed, for we were all once beginners on this path.
The Sacred Text
The collected wisdom of the United Church of Horn
Ars Cornua
The Art of Horns
Our Sacred Mission
Before the concert hall, before the orchestra pit, there was the forest. The hunt. The open sky. The horn was born outdoors—a voice meant to carry across valleys, to echo through ancient woods, to announce arrivals and departures under the vault of heaven.
For centuries, we forgot. We brought the horn indoors, tamed it, trapped its wild voice within walls of brick and velvet. We made it behave.
We are remembering. We return the horn to its birthright: the open air. To ring out across parks and meadows. To echo through the quiet resting places of the departed. To remind all who hear it that some sounds were never meant to be contained.
The Sacred Geometry
The natural harmonic series: each interval is 1/n the distance of the first
The interval from 1→2 is an octave. From 7→8, merely a whole step.