Tonight’s Kaddish is for my friends Eric and Jody’s beloved cat Xena, a beautiful tortoiseshell who had to be put down after she began losing the battle with lung cancer.
Category: podcasts
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: missing
Mira and I went to Montréal to give our paper about the “kaddish in two-part harmony project” at the annual American Anthropological Association conference and promptly forgot—forgot!!—to record a daily kaddish.
daily kaddish: for the occupiers killed in the line of civic duty
At least one protestor in Oakland, my home town, is now dead as a result of the misguided crackdown led by the mayor I voted for.
daily kaddish: for Annie Styron Leonard
Mira requested that today’s Kaddish be for her late mentor George Leonard’s wife, Annie Styron Leonard. She has written about him earlier and will write about his wife soon.
daily kaddish: for Alice Gire
She mostly kept to herself, or at least it seemed that way. I wonder what else I don’t remember, or never knew, about the woman next door.
daily kaddish: for Lillian Isabel (October 18–21, 2011)
My friend Cori Kesler wrote me a few days before I made this recording for her, and I’m really sorry that I got so far behind in posting these daily Kaddishim that I’m only now sharing it with her almost a month later.
daily kaddish: tracked later
I have yet to figure out much of anything about the power-user features of FiRE, so I asked Mira just to record her track after mine and I would put them together later—which I just did.
daily kaddish: missing
I forgot to look for and transfer recordings from my iPhone to my Mac when my new phone arrived and I reset the old one for my dad to use. There will probably be several more missing.
daily kaddish: for audrey’s friend
We say that life is fragile. We say it as if we mean it. And then something happens that tells us exactly how fragile it is—how randomly, horribly, mysteriously fragile. Sometimes it’s a stranger.
daily kaddish: for nanc
Mira and I have our trip to Montréal—where we’re giving our paper about the “kaddish in two-part harmony project” at the annual anthropology conference. Nanc lived in Montréal, so she’s been on my mind a lot lately.