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September 27, 2007
connoisseurs of disaster
This song feels like a box. Two hands wide, two hands tall. Dark, fine-grained wood. Few knots. Reach inside it once and you can feel cold, hard snow falling. The second time: wind-lapped leaves brushing up softly against your fingers. This is a box you can walk around town with, keep in the trunk of your car in case of emergency, and use as a nifty means of surprising strangers or loved ones. It is elegant and useful. You can forget about it for some time (careless), for a decade maybe, and the shape of it is still the same- as boxy and woodheaded as ever- but inside it will feel very different indeed (thorny, dusty, sandy, wet).
'Haneros Haluli', the klezmer song, is almost one hundred years old, from what I can tell. Hala Strana's version has only been around for six years. Listening to 'Haneros Haluli' makes me want to find the sort of place that would have this song playing in its streets. You can listen to it on the album "Fielding", which is available here.
Posted by Kevin at September 27, 2007 11:24 AM