[powerpress] Tonight’s Kaddish is a nod to my high school jazzer buddy Richard Schultz (see “yahrtzeits“); if he’d played it, it might have sounded something like this, except on alto saxophone and better.
It’s time to make an attempt at unraveling the conundrum of emotions and musical performance.
[powerpress] In honor of Sonja, my friend Louis Janus’s cat, a real beauty who died yesterday after a long illness. Louis would have been my favorite Norwegian prof had I been smart enough to take Norwegian while I was at St Olaf College. Instead I got to know him when he came to the computer […]
A good friend jogged my memory a week or two ago at the tail end of a post on his blog. Well, it was more like a jolt than a jog. It was something about the Declaration of Independence. Which I suppose we’ve all been taught nothing but respect, awe and reverence in the face […]
recent kaddishim address questions of musical expression, tragic events in El Akarib, and the cold solitude of musical labor
For our purposes, the “minyan” is our community of listeners. But we’re not all Jewish. (So far we’re all adults.) We don’t gather physically but virtually, by internet. And we don’t gather at the same time, exactly—we’re asynchronous.