Monday, February 23, 2009
I sit here in the office, doing what needs to be done - working for pittance to help support the family. This is a discussion onto itself - why college educated men don't make much more than young girls who do their nails while waiting for the phone to ring.... There should be a rule about that. Maybe Barry O could help us out here... Anyway, I sit here and work. It's hard enough working when you know that it's all gone way before the check's been written. But this is why we're here, to work and have nothing to show for it, so we do as we need to. But even the pain and suffering should have limits placed on them, no? There needs to be some accounting of the pain and suffering, no? So why then am I subjected to such utter, indescribable pain? what have I done to deserve this? Even the perpetrators of the most brutal crimes aren't subjected to such pain and suffering. They have lawyers and rights groups that advocate for them. They do, but I don't. They get to work out and entertain themselves, and we don't. C'est la vie.
What - you ask - is the pain and suffering that I'd made to endure? It's simple. Regesh Symphony - or is Regesh classics? - over and over again. That's what the man in charge of this office insists on playing over and over again. That and some classical music CD. Not that listening to any other tape over and over again would have a different effect, but it so happens that Regesh is the tape that right now has me tied up in knots. Me being somewhat musical maybe I do have a beef specifically with the folks at Regesh, like we discussed back in '07. Not that I have better music or a better voice than Reb Abish, it's just that if you ask some Yeshivishe types there was no Jewish music until the 1980s. Yes, they all listened and kvelled over Carlebach, but they may not admit it. Abish made it ok to listen to Jewish music, since it had an overtly Yeshivishe kvetch to it, something the Roshei Yeshivah at Lakewood could "Far'Dveyke zich" to. There was no Bentzion Shenker for these people - and I pity them for it. Ignorance is bliss for these folks, and what they don't know can't hurt them, - or can it? Of course it can. Abish is nice, but to go through life thinking that AB invented Jewish music is nothing short of a crime.
Maybe I should start a BZS fan club. Start promoting him among the Yeshivaleit. Start showing them what real compositions and real singing can be like. Let them not go through life without recognizing the man and his achievements. Although Chabad Nigunim in my opinion have no match on earth, Modzitz - especially when sung by RBZS in his prime is not far behind, although some may say that after hearing the nigunim from RBZS, singing it at a shabbos table or hearing it from any other is just no good. Ahh, but how? how do you convince a youngster who gets his musical kicks from the shnook of the day playing incoherent garbage to appreciate the good stuff? The Yeshivishe/Modern/Lubavitcher kid doesn't know that the Eishes Chayil, Menuchoh VeSimchoh, Baruch Keyl Elyon as well as many others were all either composed by him or made famous by his melodious voice. The Chossid who never misses a Melava Malka may go through life without knowing that the Omar Hashem LeYaakov and Askinu Seudoso that he sings every week is a Modzitzer shtikkel that our BZS made famous.
What can I say? It hurts. Start Listening Now.