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.
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.
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.
This is the first Kaddish recorded supine but using a hand support—the thinner black one. It helped a lot—the horn was still slipping downward, but it didn’t pull my finger out of position when it did so. This is progress.