It might not look like the end of summer to you, but it does to me. The Department secretary sent everyone an email saying that syllabi are due asap. Are mine done? Not a chance. But I’ve been thinking about it. Preparing to prepare to write them up. What have I done in preparation? Well….
daily kaddish: nine months and counting
Mira, we just passed the nine-month mark a few days ago. We’ve been at this long enough for a full human gestation period. Have we birthed something?
daily kaddish: for amanda simmons
Tomorrow Mira and I will collaborate live to record a proper Kaddish for Amanda Simmons and the guy who shot them both.
daily kaddish: for so many remembered
The whole thing is on muted horn, which gave me license to explore some dynamic range despite recording it with iTalk in a small boomy hallway backstage at the opera.
precious daughters: a kaddish for Amanda Simmons
I was writing about books. Letting go of books. A preemptive kaddish for books turns out I couldn’t part with. The occasion was my daughter’s return from China. And driving up, by way of the Coast, from L.A. where her flight landed to S.F. for a short visit before heading East. I already wrote this…
daily kaddish: on horn, but with the piano’s mic sitting on the strings
This was to be a boring, routine daily kaddish on horn, but I made a mistake: I recorded it on the piano’s mic by accident, and that mic was resting on the strings.
daily kaddish: for all our pets
I’ve been thinking about departed critters a lot lately, because I’ve been at the vet a lot lately.
a kaddish for old friends I’m ready to let go of. I think.
This isn’t my fault. Usually I take the blame for everything. Anything. But this one just isn’t my fault. I think. It’s clean up time, quick before the summer disappears. And I’m trying to prepare my precious daughter’s room for her ten-second visit home. Trying to make it special. Trying to make it serviceable beyond…
daily kaddish: on piano
Still trying to adjust to a household in transition. I don’t have any horns out, so I play a “Kaddish” on piano.
the man in the pink suit
When the family lived in Los Angeles, the tzaddik showed early signs of what was to come. Only it was a bit more theatrical down there in Southern California. The tzaddik produced an opera, believe it or not—the opera David, by Darius Milhaud—at the Hollywood Bowl. He even borrowed back the bible story engravings that…