This is the second in a series of primitive recordings made while on a business trip to Paris. After a decadent, delicious meal of escargot and soupe a l’oignon gratinée, it seemed appropriate to pay my respects to the six snails who died for my happiness.
And the onion.
Sadly, I had to sing this one. Not having an instrument along made the daily Kaddish a bit worrisome for me.