Ruth told me about the grief that entered her life this spring when first her partner Jon’s best friend since childhood—and later an important friend of Ruth’s—had been killed in a car accident in Norway, where he lived. While Ruth and Jon were still reeling from that, the horrible shootings took place outside Oslo.
Live performance together is a privilege for us performers. Don’t let anyone’s exhausted cynicism about the indeed-challenging business of the performing arts tell you otherwise.
My friend Bradley lost her mom this spring, and today she shared a touching picture of her mom on Facebook. I was thinking about her tonight while recording the daily kaddish.
I can’t get my Isabel out of my mind. She died so young. Maria, your family is in my thoughts.
I can’t quite take the pictures down. Can’t quite stop staring at them. Can’t call it an altar exactly, but I know others do. Others have. And others will. How do we stop mourning and put the pictures away? And the candles. And the little mementos and ritual objects that surround those photos that remind […]
Today’s Kaddish is for my friend Maria’s daughter, Isabel, who died on Tuesday.
Another workaday “Kaddish” from backstage at the dance theater. You’ll hear some dancers discussing how it sounds like the beginning of the “Rite of Spring” near the beginning of the recording.
I guess it’s appropriate that this is a real “workman’s kaddish”—nothing fancy or great, just another day on the job with a horn player—because it’s a Kaddish for a former colleague of mine, Sheila Snyder.
Today’s “Kaddish” recording is the first in a series made in the dressing room before our rehearsals and performances—a slice of life backstage.
Today’s kaddish is an excerpt recorded on the floor at Space Place, the University of Iowa Dance Department’s theater.