Noam Fields-Meyer

I am 20 now. I am a college student in my sophomore year. I study music. I sing with my college’s concert choir and one of the a cappella groups on campus. My Shabbats are filled with singing and community. My home life is abundant with z’mirot and shirim. And I owe every ounce of joy I receive from these things to HaZamir for exposing me to the vast, powerful effect of singing together. Zamru, achim, zamru; “sing, brothers, sing.”