Mira and I recorded this one in her dining room using Amadeus and the built-in mics on my MacBook Pro. First I laid down a trumpet track, facing away so that the trumpet sound wouldn’t overwhelm things, and then together we recorded the vocal track. —Erin
A real kaddish in two-part harmony, at last. With Kjersti scratching the Afghani kelim underfoot.
The shocker, I suppose, is that he never ever wanted a kaddish for himself—or anyone else. And I never ever thought to recite one. But there it is. A kaddish for Milton G. Nobler—painter, chemist, Renaissance man, and very flawed human being — just like the rest of us. It says on your plaque “Husband, Father, Grandfather.” I’m only now beginning to discover that you did care about all three of those. Rest in peace, now, beside your beloved wife, Hindy. —Mira