I set out to play a Kaddish for Abraham and Sarah and all their dreadful mistakes. What a weird experience.
Sometimes the musician knows what she’s doing. Sometimes the Kaddish does.
I felt sure and passionate on my phrasing, but I kept hitting wrong notes, in all the worst places—even as I felt sure-footed in where I was going. I couldn’t figure out what my problem was. I had clear intentions, I was breathing well, and my chops felt great. Why was I making so many mistakes?
I figured it out when I was bouncing the file to disk and typing its name—which I also got wrong, writing yesterday’s date instead of today’s. I didn’t notice that while I was doing it, though. I noticed that just now, while uploading it to the server.
A Kaddish for Abraham and Sarah.
And their mistakes.