My Mother Was A Black Box On A White Wall

New York, NY (Top40 Charts/ Kibbutz official website) This is the true story of a survivor of a communist experiment called "Kibbutz" in Israel, as told in words and music on my first album.

At age Fifty, following a career in film-making, I turned to music for the love of it - understanding the healing power of it. Following five years of studies at the Jerusalem music academy and intensive tenor sax playing, I felt my brain was reshaping and started studding it through literature . Words notes and music phrases that were locked 50 years in my right hemisphere were miraculously freed.

The children of the Kibbutz would spend two hours per evening with their parents. Yhey would then go to sleep at commune children's houses, without a parent or any other adult for the whole night.

These commune houses were wired through intercoms to a 'command' room where a night-gourd - a woman with no educational background would be sitting a night shift.

When a child would wake up crying at night he would walk to the nearby room. He would then cry to the black box on the wall, hoping the night-guard would come...

This lasted from when the child was three months old, to age 18 when he was drafted to the army...

We, the Jerusalem Jazz Quartette are now in extensive rehearsals aiming to record our first album. This album would tell this story, and others, in words and original music.