Mira said to me last week, “We have to do a Kaddish for the space shuttle.”
Atlantis had just launched for the last time. Superstitious, I replied, “No!”
Not until it lands. Safely. We’ll do it in a week.
I said, “We need special text for this one.”
Special she did. Mira knocked it out of the park. I’m over the moon for this one.
My playing could be better—long day, hot night. Tired from a three hour San Francisco Opera Center concert on the brightly lit, hot, muggy stage of Herbst Theater. Chapped from a week of long rehearsals. Something buzzing in the room—a brass tray dancing with another brass tray, no doubt, inspired by the music of the brass horn. A restless dog nearby. Et cetera. How many excuses do you need?
But Mira! Look at her go! — Erin
And God said, “Let there be space travel … and it was good.”
And like the Garden of Eden, God took it away again… and said, “Go privatize…” — Mira