Bradley was born in 1957 in Pontotoc, Washington in the United States.
Here he is being unwillingly baptized by the holy waters of the Mighty Jordon river. We don't have pictures of the circumcision, but we hear it was a traumatic day in the life of a boy who would grow up to love organs, the bigger the better. Bradly realizes now that it is best to start with a totally intact organ, if you can find one these days.
As a boy, he played with all the organs in the neighborhood. It didn't matter, as long as the pipes were firm, hard, and capable of relentless blowing.
He entered Juliard at a tender age, and having vowed never to cut his hair, was taken in by monks. No clothes were allowed for organ practice, because it was impossible to commune with the auras of all mankind in harmony with any restriction such as clothing. He brought a whole new life to the rectory where he played all of the organs, one after the other. Here, he restored many pipes to like new condition, old and infirm pipes were made firm and steady again. Folks lined up for miles for the chance to have their pipes tweaked. Here he sits in reflection, no doubt thinking up a new technique to try on his own organ.
It was immediately after leaving the monastary at Juliard that he met his beau, Fredrico Conti. Fredrico, however, did not like playing with pipes all that much. He was a Hammond aficianado, with quick fingers. Typically, Bradley spent most of his time playing Fredrico's organ. Much to his surprise he learned to love this new, uncut organ. (Which still had all its original coverings).
Here we see a now-retired and living "the life of riley" Bradly Bray posing at his Hammond. After Conti, he could never work on pipes again.Relaxing at home, just wishing.------>>> Practicing at the queens' palace.Finally he must have cut his hair. Hmmm.
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