After the ball is over...

It's always a challenge to come down off the adrenalin that accompanies a performance, even if it's minor.

Tonight was the "Jews Do Dylan" concert at the new Boulder JCC.  I didn't think I'd be able to do it at all, because at first I misremembered the dates of the Lama celebration.  When I got that straight, Sheldon suggested "You Ain't Goin' Nowhere", which is a delight to sing, especially if someone's doing harmonies.  (Mind you, I have never figured out what that song was about nor how Ghengis Khan got into it.  If any of you know, please do enlighten us all.)  Such a multi-talented, skilled and generous bunch of musicians!  Many just dropped into another performer's song to fill out the sound and support the performer...With just a cursory rehearsal there today before the performance, I had backup not only from Sheldon's piano, but also Rabbi Joe Black's banjo.  Lots of the musicians simply dropped in to fill out the sound on their colleagues' songs.  It felt like the grownup version of the "kumsitz" of my youth.

That was so satisfying and fulfilling---but also so stimulating---that I still can't figure out how I will go to sleep.  I am, as they say,"tired but wired."  The cats are trying to teach me what to do by pointedly falling fast asleep on either side of me, Bracha in her basket on the little salmon sofa, Mazal on Zalman's recliner.  I am being lulled by the tiniest of cat-snoring noises; they are trying to show me what I should be doing now.

It worked: I fell asleep at the keyboard.Good night...