Tonight I played about a third faster than usual, with simple, unhistrionic rhythm. No frills–just the thrill of playing a very clean, well lubricated horn.
A delighted, jubilant kaddish using a cleaned, oiled, adjusted, polished horn.
For the first time, I attempted to read just the Hebrew/Aramaic column. I tried not to look at the transliteration and mostly succeeded.
With my horns down to parts and my brain too fried to attempt a piano harmonization, I figured I’d better read the text.