I’m trying to get this thing to sound decent on Wagnertube, and so far that darned instrument is living up to its reputation of orneriness.
Category: kaddish in two-part harmony
The Academic and the Musician. The academic immerses in Kaddish with thoughts of thinking rather than feeling—the emotions being too raw. The musician spends her time in making us feel, whether we want to or not. And making the music of kaddish. Making music kadosh. A flurry of emails ensue between the two. Their blogs lock horns, as do the writers themselves. They start a joint blog. They start a podcast.
A commitment to a year-long project has begun: a kaddish in two-part harmony.
A conversation among an anthropologist, a musician, and their audience on themes of death and dying, grief, ritual, the interplay between musician and listener.
daily kaddish: on Wagnertube again
Mira’s text acknowledges the sad house—a house sad with upheaval and division in the wake of my divorce.
kaddish, pain, and ascension
I was very moved by Erin’s kaddish for the old Bay Bridge — which, of course, wasn’t about the bridge at all. And I thought, oy, what a can of worms this kaddish has opened. Daily kaddish may well be harmful to the health, I thought. Every day you are in mourning, focusing on that…
daily kaddish: on Wagnertube
A Jewish prayer performed on an instrument invented by the famously (perhaps conveniently) anti-Semitic megalomaniacal genius of an asshole Mr Richard Wagner.
daily kaddish: the old Bay Bridge
You might start to think we’re getting a bit grumpy here at k2ph. Chalk it up to divorce, moving chaos, and Bay Bridge lane closures.
daily kaddish: what a difference a collaborator makes
I whined to Mira, “Oh, shit, I have to make a Kaddish, what a bummer.” She looked at me in horror and said, “Well, then you don’t get to do it.”
daily kaddish: for J.K. Rowling’s mum
On this, the opening weekend of the very last Harry Potter movie, a kaddish for the woman whose death inspired it all—at least according to Mira.
a kaddish for harry potter 7.2 — and the mum who inspired it all
The very last Harry Potter film ever opened today. And yes — I saw it. And I’ll see it again tomorrow. The ritual of seeing HP movies on opening day with friends is apparently sacred. And I blew it saying yes to one friend and oops to the other. My attempt at a save is…
daily kaddish: for verne reynolds
A kaddish for the guy who wrote the etudes that keep us horn players humble: Verne Reynolds was 84 when he died on 28 June 2011.
daily kaddish: for leiby kletzky
A kaddish for a little boy who was excited to walk home alone for the first time, whose walk ended in senseless tragedy. A kaddish for all the children whose good days turn horribly, unaccountably tragic, and for their families who will never, ever understand why.