My great-aunt Joad died a few days ago, of wicked old age. I didn’t record a kaddish for her tonight. Instead, I recorded some traditional shofar calls.
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A podcast of the daily recordings of Lev Kogan’s “Kaddish” for solo horn, by Erin L. Vang, usually but not always on horn and often including improvisations and collaborations with Mira Z. Amiras and guest artists.
daily kaddish: our project’s yahrtzeit
This is the final daily podcast recording of “Kaddish” for the yearlong “kaddish in two-part harmony” project that Mira and I began a lunar year ago, on 7 November 2010.
daily kaddish: on the eve of K2PH’s Yahrtzeit
Thoughts of our project’s beginnings brought my beloved Nanc to mind, and Mira’s Galina.
daily kaddish: thanksgiving
With only a few more daily Kaddishim to go in our project, Mira and I appreciated the chance to make a Kaddish recording together with our gathered beloved.
daily kaddish: missing (yet again!)
Here’s another missing Kaddish recording. I made this recording—I swear I did, mumbling into my iPhone, exhausted, late at night after a Thanksgiving feast and afterward sleeping through a movie. However, the next day, my new iPhone arrived, and I forgot to get the recording off my old iPhone before wiping it and turning it over to Dad.
daily kaddish: for mourning itself
Mira said it really well—our yearlong project of mourning together in this “kaddish in two-part harmony” project has done the job. It has worked so well that we both feel good and done with mourning itself. Our grief is replaced with happiness, and there are moments when that feels—well, sad.
daily kaddish: for deer-hunting season
My dad plays horn on this Kaddish, nearly a year after doing his first stint as the guest hornist for a daily Kaddish, again while visiting for Thanksgiving.
daily kaddish: for Kimba
Today’s Kaddish is for David Mohr’s dog, Kimba.
daily kaddish: for Phyllis Greenwood, on her Yahrtzeit
Today is Phyllis Greenwood’s Yahrtzeit.
daily kaddish: missing (again!)
This is only the third time I completely forgot to record a daily kaddish during the year—the first time was during an exhausting business trip to Tokyo, Beijing, and Shenzhen. The second and third were here in Montréal.