
"...She lay on a hospital bed surrounded by family, friends and flowers. Soft classical music played. We held hands and talked a little. Her fingers were warm and still seemed full of life. In a slurry voice, due to the brain tumors, she told me she missed teaching and soon fell asleep. She died a few days later.
"The flute choir played at her memorial. So there I was, blowing notes that had been brought to life thanks in part to my colleague who had just slipped out of it...."
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Piece Description
"...She lay on a hospital bed surrounded by family, friends and flowers. Soft classical music played. We held hands and talked a little. Her fingers were warm and still seemed full of life. In a slurry voice, due to the brain tumors, she told me she missed teaching and soon fell asleep. She died a few days later. "The flute choir played at her memorial. So there I was, blowing notes that had been brought to life thanks in part to my colleague who had just slipped out of it...."
Broadcast History
Morehead State Public Radio, WMKY, Mountain Edition, 9/19/05.
Transcript
Ruach
by Michael Jackman
To me a flute produces a soulful, otherworldly tone that connects spirit, body and world into one haunting, whistling line.
I always loved that tone, which is why when I signed up for junior high school band I specifically asked to learn the flute. But the band conductor said I didn't have the lips for the job. So I ended up in an ambivalent relationship with a clarinet through high school.
I never gave up my flute ambition, though. About 20 years later I finally bought a used model. I took it home and brought it to my lips, about as excited as a guy ending a really good first date. I puckered up. Unfortunately, my untutored kisses couldn't awaken my sleeping platinum-blonde beauty. They may have driven her deeper into a coma. I put the Gemeinhardt in a closet, to gather dust.
In grad school a few years later my friend Susanne and I both had papers...
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Additional Files
- Ruach script (20050916.ruach.doc)