Before Yom Kippur, lay singer communes with Al Jolsonby edmon j. rodman, jta
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On Kol Nidre, we sing for our lives. At the minyan where I pray, as a lay shaliach tzibur, or service leader, I was asked to lead the singing this year, and I was starting to wonder if I was up to it.
I wasn’t asked to lead the actual Kol Nidre prayer at my Movable Minyan — someone else was given that honor — but to chant the Ma’ariv evening service that includes several key passages, such as the Ya’aleh, the medieval piyyut, or liturgical poem, that anticipates and prepares the congregation for the coming dawn-to-dusk day of solemn introspection.
At prayer environment communities like the Movable Minyan, the former Jewish consumer is turned into a producer. I didn’t want to blow it.
I needed to consult with someone who had done it all before. So I took a drive out to the cemetery.
Hillside Memorial Park in Los Angeles is the final resting place for the famous show business son of a cantor who in film had his own issues with showing up and leading Kol Nidre — Al Jolson.
In the historic first talkie, “The Jazz Singer,” Jolson’s cantor father wants him to follow in his footsteps, but Jakie Rabinowitz instead turns to Broadway. In the 1927 film’s classic scene, after canceling a performance, Jakie returns to the synagogue to sing Kol Nidre with the spirit of his dying father at his side.
Melodramatic perhaps, but here was an act of teshuvah (returning) to which I wanted to get closer.
So I was off to Hillside — the final resting place of, among others, Eddie Cantor, Allan Sherman and Dinah Shore — to commune with the “Sweet singer of Israel,” as it says inside the tiled ceiling of the
75-foot-high white marble canopy resting atop six stone pillars that stand over Jolson’s tomb.
To ascend to the memorial, I climbed a green hill that is waterscaped with five tiers of cascading pools flowing down its side. At its top, beneath the canopy, is a marble sarcophagus that is simply marked “Al Jolson.” To one side is a bronze sculpture of the stage, nightclub, radio and movie star in “The Jazz Singer” pose, down on one knee.
Communing with Jolson, I rephrased his classic movie line, “You ain’t heard nothing yet,” to “I hadn’t heard enough” — that to change up my act, I also needed to consult with someone who could help me sort this all out.
Cantor Joel Stern is not a Hollywood kind of guy at all. He enjoys performing well, just like any singer in this entertainment-driven city, but his approach isn’t theatrical. I know; I’ve heard him chant.
Stern works days as a business analyst and writer for an educational software company. But in the evenings and on off days he tutors others to lead services and read Torah. And on the High Holy Days he is the cantor at Metivta, a center for contemplative Judaism in Los Angeles.
“Get familiar with the nusach — so familiar you don’t need to think about it,” Stern advised me after I told him my volunteer assignment.
“You certainly need to be able to sing on pitch,” he added, thankfully not asking me to sing.
Stern also recommended that I become proficient with the text.
“It’s not about you. It’s really about connecting with God,” he said. “If you’re not connected, no one else will be either.
“You need to become centered and calm. You really want to get into a quiet place before you go on.”
More practically, he advised that before singing, “no acids or caffeine.”
Stern also told me how I should stand.
“Don’t turn away from the congregation,” he said. “It helps to see their faces, receive an encouraging smile. There’s warmth.”
“What about if I mess up?” I asked.
“You’re going to make mistakes; you need to move on,” he replied. “You’re doing the best you can with the utmost sincerity. And that’s what counts.”
“Leading services is about moments,” about getting people to a place they could not have reached on their own, he told me. “When you get one it’s incredible.”
As to kavanah, Stern underscored that “unless you are davening with a full heart, it’s just a performance.”
That sounded even more heartfelt than getting down on one knee.
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