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This is another recording made backstage, with crappy input settings. 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.
Sheila was a horn player who lived in the San Francisco Bay Area for a time, working as a freelancer by night while holding down an office job (something to do with health care insurance) during the day, much as I was doing (except in statistical software) at the time. I got to know her on carpools to gigs around the area. She disappeared after a while—or that’s how it seemed to me, anyway. I didn’t know her well enough to be someone who would get her announcement that she was moving away. But her name showed up from time to time in the small world that hornists inhabit, and last week I was sad to learn from my friend Cindy Henderson Deane’s Facebook wall that she had died.