I am pretty contented with spoken word (stories, radio broadcasts of baseball games, shiurim); so when the Omer period rolls around, I don't suffer from the lack of music like my Dearly Beloved and sons do. But the year my mama passed away at the too-young age of 63, I felt a painful hunger for the solace of music. Miraculously, because Hashem loves me, several a capella CDs came out that season. This song by MBD was one of them. It still means Mama to me, and comfort.

Thanks for sharing. There are some sweet aspects to the pain of memory.

thank you for uplifting our low spirits today. The song your beloved Ariel loved has so much ruach about it.

Wishing you and your family Shanh Tova u metuka!

Beautiful!

It worked out beautifully- the video was juxtaposed right next to Ariel's picture. He loved Jewish music, wearing earphones through many unpleasant ordeals. I will never forget how proud Ariel was when he joined two other bocherim in singing the "Baruch Habah" at a friend's wedding. Oh Ariel, how we miss you! You never let your intense learning overshadow your zest for life, finding joy in humor, friendship, family and the ironies of every day life. The pain sears my soul.

I also love Mordechai Ben David. Shabbat Shalom.

I love this song. His son Yeedl sings it as well.
It's really beautiful when a roomfull of people join in.

Everyone:

Thanks so much for your lovely comments.

Karen, as always, expresses our emotions with far more eloquence than I.

Robert & Karen, I check your blog often. You always warm my heart in some way - with pictures of your beautiful neighborhood or videos like this one. You have a place on my desktop, along with eight other daily/weekly blogs.

Thanks for being a wonderful part of my life.

Beth

Thank you.
When I directed the Boy's Choir at our Torah Academy Day School, this is one of the songs that we learned.
It was one of my favorites.
I am not a musician per say and we had no musicians to work with, so we would learn all of the songs off of a tape, including the harmonies and pauses, etcetera. It was both challenging and funny.
Later, one of the parents, a brilliant professional pianist, would write the music down from the tape, transposing it into a better key if it was too difficult for the boys to sing and then she would accompany us for the last few rehearsals and the concert.
Shiru Lamelech turned out wonderfully.

When I was a child, the story about Mordechai Ben David was that a Rav told him that with a voice like his, he would be zocheh to sing at the Beit HaMikdash when Mashiach arrives. His voice and music always moves me to tears.

I tend to really enjoy the music you post. Have you considered posting others?

Here's a good one from Shwersky:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KBfPfN0eKYg