This song is a bit of a paradox. It’s a Nigun with words. The paradox is that Nigun (plural Nigunim) is a style of Jewish music that has no words. So a Nigun with words is a bit of a
Singing
I’m not a great singer. I wish I was. However, there’s a tremendous blessing for me as a musician and songwriter in the fact that I’m not a great singer. The blessing is, at least, twofold. The first blessing of
Singing With Peter Yarrow
Earlier this week I got to sing with Peter Yarrow. Context: members of the Ebenezer Baptist Church and Temple Choirs were invited to sing with Peter at the opening night of the Atlanta Jewish Film Festival. The song– Blowing in
Reflections on Jewish Music and the Atlanta Jewish Music Festival
Later this spring I will be a part of the Atlanta Jewish Music Festival’s spring showcase. Specifically, The Well, a musical Shabbat for which I am the primary composer and band leader, will be leading a Shabbat service/ concert at
A Prayer for Healing
We need healing. Our world needs healing. I need healing. You probably do as well. To be human is to be broken and whole at the same time. To be human is to know that our bodies are beautifully imperfect
In Memory of Robert Hunter
Laying in his bed and dying, his momma called him home. Did he see the dark star crash? If you look out of any window, you might see the dark star crash. Like a whiskey drunk china cat, with no
Spiritual Reflections on Billy Strings @ Terminal West, ATL 9/6/19
A longtime and beloved friend and I went to the opening night of Billy Strings’ two night run at Terminal West in Atlanta. A quartet of super bluegrass and acoustic musicians, Billy Strings is on the rise and developing a
This Darkness Has to Give: 2019 GD Meetup Review
This year’s Grateful Dead Meetup at the Movies was my 3rd foray into the world of movie theater Grateful Dead weirdness. When I saw that the footage was a show from Giants Stadium 1991 I wasn’t sure what to expect.
The Music Plays the Band- Dead and Company, Atlanta, GA 6/29/19
The date was on my calendar for months. In some ways, the anticipation of a Saturday afternoon of Dead and Company is its own reward. Andy and I rolled down to the show with plenty of time to navigate the
Rocketman
I recently saw Rocketman, the Elton John biopic. I’m writing this short reflection as someone who is admittedly, not an Elton John fan. It’s not that I don’t like some of his songs or appreciate his musicality, it’s just that