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Mira and I have been writing about being all kaddished out, and part of that grim reality is that I’m all “Kaddish”ed out. I’m tired of the piece already. Tonight I’m playing something else. So there.
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Yikes, we’re in trouble here. I did actually try to listen to this one, but had to speed-dial through it. Torture, pure torture! I’d like to say that it’s a bad thing that we’re struggling here, and I do feel guilty about it — but I also think that maybe it’s not such a bad thing, and that I shouldn’t feel so bad.
My own solution is to take things in a new direction. Which is also the same direction. Still homage to my father.
But (and maybe this is a double standard) I (for some reason) want you to hold with Kogan’s Kaddish. I think part of the problem is that my ears refused to listen for almost 2 weeks or so, and I became disconnected from the piece too. But listening to this one I want Kogan’s Kaddish back again. And I swear I’ll power through.
It’s gotten to where I love hearing it live, when we both do the kaddish live in each other’s presence. Am I spoiled in this regard? Dunno. But I’m gonna beg here —can you believe it??— bring back Kogan’s Kaddish. The sweet and slow variety that I actually came to lll— No. I won’t say it.
You know, “Kaddish” didn’t have a chance that night. I’d had an incredibly long day at work and then spent three more hours wrestling with keg fittings, cleaning kegs, and optimizing PDFs for a client. It was nearly midnight when finally I, exhausted, picked up the horn and tossed this off. This isn’t Kaddish Fatigue–it’s fatigue.