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.
My friend Bradley lost her mom this spring, and today she shared a touching picture of her mom on Facebook. I was thinking about her tonight while recording the daily kaddish.
Today’s Kaddish is for my friend Maria’s daughter, Isabel, who died on Tuesday.
Another workaday “Kaddish” from backstage at the dance theater. You’ll hear some dancers discussing how it sounds like the beginning of the “Rite of Spring” near the beginning of the recording.
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.
Today’s “Kaddish” recording is the first in a series made in the dressing room before our rehearsals and performances—a slice of life backstage.
Today’s kaddish is an excerpt recorded on the floor at Space Place, the University of Iowa Dance Department’s theater.
Tonight begins my several weeks of training to be able to play this thing well despite lying on my back. I recorded the whole Kaddish in my studio with the usual setup except that I was lying on my back on the floor.
I attempted to read the text looking only at the Hebrew/Aramaic column. You’d think I’d have the text close enough to memorized by now that I’d be half decent at this, but no—and especially not when I’m half asleep and not wearing my glasses.
Tonight was our second rehearsal. I again recorded our run-through, and here is the opening segment of “Kaddish” from that recording.