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.
daily kaddish: on descant horn with water percussion
I recorded this “Kaddish” on my descant horn, and the cold fall temperatures meant that water condensed and collected in my horn so fast that the gurgling became a percussion component.
daily kaddish: home late
I got home late after two weeks in Iowa and two flights. I had just barely enough energy after greeting my chocolate lab and three Siamese cats to mumble a Kaddish and then fall into bed.
daily kaddish: for Margot Powers
The “Kaddish in two-part harmony” project has led to some remarkable experiences for both Mira and me, in which we have had the privilege of joining people in their most intimate moments of grief. It was a privilege to play the last backstage Kaddish for Margot, with Dana nearby, getting ready for our final onstage performance together.
daily kaddish: Laura Nelson
Today’s kaddish is again for college friend Laura J Nelson, ’85, whose funeral will be this weekend. All I know, still, is that her obituary reported that she had died peacefully in her sleep.
daily kaddish: for everyone and no one
The backstage, dressing room kaddish tonight was for everyone and no one. Chaz’s father, whose death inspired her choreography. Maria’s daughter Isabel. Our college friend Laura. The many dear ones who inspired Mira’s and my beginning this project not quite a year ago today.