Tamar Korn has been a bright light in my sky for more than a decade now, since I first watched and heard her (I am sure I was open-mouthed astonished) perhaps at Banjo Jim’s. Early on, I did ask her, “What planet are you from?” and she laughed but wouldn’t answer. My inquiries to NASA have proven fruitless, and I think the rumor of her being born in California is just to throw us off the track. Whatever . . . Tamar sent me this video a few days ago and I felt it was and is a great gift. She wanted me to tell you that she was singing for her three-and-a-half year old nephew Quinn. But I know that she won’t mind our joining the party.
No Gene Kelly, no puddles, but Tamar, a raincoat, and an umbrella are more than enough to lift our hearts. Even without the raincoat and umbrella.
and because the prevailing circumstances make it terribly relevant, I offer another of Tamar’s performances — recorded out of doors.
It’s a Yiddish song that offers its hearers the most fervent wishes for health and happiness: read about it and witness this outpouring of barefoot joy here.
I may have told the story of the greenish phone-photograph above, but it pleases me. When I posted the photograph on one or another blogpost, someone said to me in the mocking tone of one who has discovered a slightly naughty secret, “You love her, don’t you?!” I grinned at my interrogator and said immediately, “Of course.” It seemed a very foolish question and it still does.
May your happiness increase!