Here’s another missing Kaddish recording. I made this recording—I swear I did, mumbling into my iPhone, exhausted, late at night after a Thanksgiving feast and afterward sleeping through a movie. However, the next day, my new iPhone arrived, and I forgot to get the recording off my old iPhone before wiping it and turning it over to Dad.
With my studio Apple out for repairs, I’m back to primitive recording equipment. Meanwhile, I’ve succumbed finally to the cold that has been threatening for about a week, so tonight’s Kaddish was an improvisation on piano.
ou just never know whence the lessons of the daily mourning ritual will come. On this day of finally returning home to “kaddish in two-part harmony” as usual, Kjersti reminded us both that there are more important things than bereavement, prayers, and music.