I got taken to a concert of cantorial music last night in Tel Aviv’s Heichal Hatarbut. Not my usual choice of music, but the hall was packed and the four cantors were pretty good.
The orchestra was the Symphonette Ra’anana, described by the compere as ‘one of the best in Israel, in the world, even.’
Not sure about that, but my eye kept being drawn to the clarinet player, sitting in the middle of the last row. Her enthusiasm for the music was uncontained – not just when she played but, more evident still, when she had nothing to do and could sway with the rhythm and mouth some of the words.
Her playing, too, was top-notch.
I believe her name is Michal Beit Halachmi, and here she is in klezmer action.