Ward Spangler, percussionist extraordinaire, sat down at my piano and started noodling. I picked up my flügelhorn, and we jammed.
The twin sephirot, as their father the rebbe liked to call them, were twenty-four when our story begins. And their younger sisters, like clockwork, manifested themselves each precisely two years younger than the previous, all managing, and despite the vagaries of the lunar calendar, to emerge into the world on the first day of Nisan. […]
On the eve of Tina Wuelfing Cargile’s yahrtzeit, I remember my late collaborator.
Tonight’s recording extends the asynchronous trio experiment from the night before.
J.R.R. Tolkein is definitely worth a kaddish! So here’s mine!
Tell me the tale, she insisted, and so at last I did. And hungrily she wrote it all down, as she thought she ought. For her daughters, and her daughters’ daughters she dedicates this tale. Il mundo si esta kimando in braza biva, y tu estas durmiendo endriva de’l buz The world is […]
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.
The Uriel Tree grew from ancient times to the present almost nowhere on earth. But where it took root, it grew hardy and strong, and could survive where others could not. It preferred, unbelievably enough, arid, marginal environs where not much else could survive. Curiously, it did not at all mind the wind, or even, […]
—מגילת מלכה— This post marks the beginning of a new feature at beitmalkut.org and that is the inclusion of a tale that will take, I think, a very long time to tell. This is something I’ve been writing for my father. It started a number of years ago in time for him to read sections […]