The third daughter of the rebbe tended to be called (affectionately) Vavah. It was one of those perhaps unfortunate infant names conferred upon her at long-last, after her sainted mother claimed to have witnessed her utter those long-awaited first sounds, not even words, but — ו ו ו ו —va-va-va-va. That the chatty babe…
daily kaddish: for all the trees
A Kaddish for all the trees that have been slaughtered to build our homes or to make our crappy magazines or just because they were in the way.
daily kaddish: with Tina and shruti box
Tonight’s Kaddish features Tina R Fields, whom I’m delighted to be visiting in Boulder for a few days, singing and playing shruti box to accompany my singing Kogan’s “Kaddish.”
daily kaddish: stats-fried
A long day of stats—at a JMP conference this week. Fried.
daily kaddish: from the road
Just a tired Kaddish from Boulder, CO, at the end of a long work day.
daily kaddish: for a bee
A kaddish for the bee that got my business trip off to a weird start.
daily kaddish: on the tenth anniversary of 9/11
On the tenth anniversary, a Kaddish for all those who died on 9/11 and in its aftermath. However you want to count them or categorize them, one thing is clear: 133,709 deaths is just too damned many.
daily kaddish: on ziggy’s yahrtzeit
Today was Mira’s dog Ziggy’s Yahrtzeit, so it felt right for only her voice to be heard on tonight’s Kaddish.
daily kaddish: on the eve of Ziggy’s yahrtzeit
On the eve of Mira’s dog Ziggy’s yahrtzeit, a “Kaddish” that is about as slow as I can do it, with Mira’s reading from last night edited into chunks that fit into the interstices of Kogan’s phrases.
daily kaddish: in person
A return to basics: the text right out of the tsiddur, and the music right off the page.