On the day after Tina Wuelfing Cargile’s yahrtzeit, I remember my late collaborator.
Author: erin
daily kaddish: Labor Day
Ward Spangler, percussionist extraordinaire, sat down at my piano and started noodling. I picked up my flügelhorn, and we jammed.
daily kaddish: on the eve of Tina’s yahrtzeit
On the eve of Tina Wuelfing Cargile’s yahrtzeit, I remember my late collaborator.
daily kaddish: quintet
Tonight’s recording extends the asynchronous trio experiment from the night before.
daily kaddish: for jrr tolkein
J.R.R. Tolkein is definitely worth a kaddish! So here’s mine!
daily kaddish: for Lev Kogan’s “Kaddish”
Mira and I have been writing about being all kaddished out, and part of that grim reality is that I’m all “Kaddish”ed out. I’m tired of the piece already. Tonight I’m playing something else. So there.
daily kaddish: for Dona laPlante
A little over a year ago, my friend Louise’s sister Dona died. My brother and I worked with Louise at Hardee’s. We all went to high school together. Suffice it to say, Dona’s death was way too young.
daily kaddish: supine
Chaz’s latest choreography will begin with me playing horn—probably something quite Kaddish-like, yet!—while lying flat on my back on the floor. I assured Chaz that this can be done, and tonight I thought I’d better make sure about that.
daily kaddish: all of them
After a long day at work, a run, and small dinner party that went late, I was exhausted. I’d had a great day full of life, and exhaustion replaced sadness for those no longer alive.
daily kaddish: a song of thanksgiving for failed relationships
A musical toast to an almost-Dad-in-law.