Ikh vel betn di klezmorimlekh, zey zoln zikh nit ayln

I am returned from the recording session of A Besere Velt with Polina Shepherd and Lorin Sklamberg. We had four songs on which we had been working all for lack of a better word semester: they will be part of an album coming out next year, along with songs from the London Yiddish Choir, the London Russian Choir, the Brighton & Hove Russian Choir, the Brighton & Hove Yiddish Choir Chutzpah, and Lorin and Polina themselves. It was tiring and fun and the last time I was part of a choral recording was twenty years ago; this time was remarkably like, including the part where I ate a sandwich halfway through. I got to tell Lorin afterward that his music had formed an important part of my writing. I got told to audition for a local theater company by someone connected with it, had a nice drive back from Acton with skygiants and genarti who described to me a gonzo item of eighteenth-century French science fiction, and came home to discover that sara had sent me a CD of Brivele's A Little Letter (2018), rounding off the theme of the day. It made up significantly for spending my entire morning at urgent care, trying to get someone to pay attention to my sinuses. You can keep T. Witt making lebkuchen, selkie.