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: cajun with dog, for Marie Laveau
Today’s kaddish a duet for horn and chocolate lab, in my take on a cajun accordion. Today my collaborator visits the grave of voodoo great Marie Laveau in New Orleans. If I’ve gotten this up in time, Mira will play Marie’s kaddish for her on her iPhone. Yes, I realize Laveau is Creole, and Cajun…
daily kaddish: intentional improvisation & accidental counterpoint
Mira is away at a conference for the week, so I don’t know how well she’ll be keeping up with the daily recordings, but for the rest of our virtual minyan, today’s Kaddish is ready and waiting in the usual location. Last night I made my first attempt to play from memory, and the result…
daily kaddish: a first memory attempt
Tonight I attempted for the first time in the project to do a recording from memory, with mixed success. I turned the lights off, so that I wouldn’t have visual distractions, and it did help me focus and be in a kaddishy mood. Unfortunately, it also led to some awkward bits, including some unnecessary chipped…
a kaddish on natural horn
So yesterday I decided to try appealing to the historian in Mira, by playing the whole thing on natural horn. I did today’s take on natural horn, demonstrating the origins of the stopped horn sound. I used a Seraphinoff “Halari” model natural horn with the F crook and played “Kaddish” in the usual key.
a kaddish for easy expectations
The easy expectations—the stuff we’re just sure we know—turn out to be where we’re wrong.
daily kaddish: natural horn
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the tzaddik sells his daughter
Jerusalem, 1961 The tzaddik, as we know, was a great collector of Judaica: manuscripts, ceremonial artifacts, and ancient pieces of junk. For him, every single fragment was precious and worthy of preserving. Each broken piece of something had matching pieces yet to be discovered. Every object had a story that had to be uncovered. If…