With all that’s going on in the country, the death of Matti Caspi feels to me the most tragic.  Chava Alberstein once said that his songs grow – and every time I hear them I hear something greater, something different, something new, something deeper.  As much as I love Arik Einstein, Matti Caspi crawls into my heart every time.  

And now that he is gone I suddenly realize I never met him.  I saw him once, on his bicycle, missing a tooth, on the street where my dentist’s office was, and the fact that the memory was burned into my mind, means to me that even his presence itself was magical.  

Even my sister-in-law and I had long talks on different rhythms in his songs – the deepest conversations we ever had.

We have known he was dying for the year and yet I always hoped…