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.
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.