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.
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.
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.