(Back to the story.)
The CDs and I developed an intimate relationship over the next ten weeks. I was reminded of "Morning in America," that old Reagan campaign slogan, because it was always morning in my living room. From a praying point of view, the day never ended. Shaharit, the morning service, entertained my cats at midnight, after all my work was done; at 3pm, when I took a coffee break; at 5:30am, when I got up to finish a rush project and decided it was more important to sing; and at any second I could steal in between. Listen, repeat, press rewind. While everyone else last summer sang along to André 3000 as they worked, I was probably the only person in New York, and maybe the world, bopping to Yom Kippur prayers.
3 comments:
Wonderful choice of words; were you actually "bopping?" I'd like to have seen that.
I was bopping! Some of those prayers are really fast, and have an awful lot of words. The only way I could learn them was to figure out a rhythm, and then move to it while singing. (And I'm very glad that no one saw it, thank you very much.)
--aa.
It sounds all so joyful, though, your learning process, aa... I would love to have a project like that, something that had a hold on me and wouldn't let go until I learned everything from it!
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