KlezKanada 2008: 8/18-8/24

I've never liked camp.
So why, then am I subjecting myself to a weeks worth of trapped in the Laurentian Mountains? Four to a cabin, no cell and no wireless?

This is why:


This is why:


Klezmer is what my brain sings to itself. It sounds like me, I sound like it. Not so much the freneticism of the Bulgars, the Freylekhs, but the surging wail of a Cantorial riff. I'm going not because I'm any good or expecting to be any good, but because I'm searching always for something that sounds like home. I stumble forward hopefully, though in my heart, I know it's only an echo.