I don't know what I really believe, but I know what I feel. And when your heart reacts so strongly to a piece of art, I believe the two of you were meant to meet, when you do, in your life, at that moment, to understand a little bit more of the world as it pertains to you, as it did for him/her, and to feel connected through time, as to never really being alone.
I guess. This guy's still alive though.
The Dreams and Prayers of Isaac the Blind is a kind of epic, a history of Judaism. It has Abraham, exile, and redemption. The movements sound like they are in three of the languages spoken in almost 6,000 years of Jewish history: the first in Aramaic; the second in Yiddish; and the third in Hebrew. I never wrote it with this idea in mind, and only understood it when the work was finished. But while I was composing the second movement, for example, my father would sit out on the deck with the newspaper, the sports pages, and every once in a while he would shout, "There you go! Another Yiddish chord!"
Listen to: Osvaldo Golijov: The Dreams and Prayers of Isaac the Blind
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