Tonight was our second rehearsal. I again recorded our run-through, and here is the opening segment of “Kaddish” from that recording.
Tonight we worked the dance in sections, experimenting with musical ideas, transitions, blocking, cues, and so on. Then we tried a run-through from the top, which I recorded on my iPad, which was sitting just off-stage, stage right.
A kaddish for a damned fine yellow lab, with thanks to Dana and Dave for sharing her with the rest of us.
The rebbe’s fourth daughter, as I’m sure you must have guessed, was our Malkah, for what other name could this sweet child possess? Malkah was now sixteen and obedient (it would seem) albeit in an ethereal sort of way. She mostly tended the family garden and goats, or ran nimbly up and down the cliff-side […]
Mira and I did a Kaddish together at the start of her Jewish Mysticism class at San José State University tonight.
And so Vavah went out, in day or in night, and that clunker of the rebbe’s car seemed happiest most of all when its engine was revved enthusiastically at night. And when the rebbe’s third daughter escaped her chores and tore out across the gravel drive, her wheels screeched their escape, as they headed off […]
Tonight I tried another “Kaddish” lying supine, so that I can get used to the technical challenges that my upcoming collaboration with Charlotte Adams and John Manning will present.
The “only one take, no matter what” rule is bad enough on horn, where I have to let go of clams and splatters, but when I’m taking a huge shortcut and just reading it, and I still want to start over again? Oy.
Another kaddish recorded under the redwoods, near a babbling brook.
A kaddish recorded under the redwoods by a babbling brook in Big Sur.