Monday, December 12, 2005

Black & White

It is dark, both in its street and its heart. Maybe moonshine will reflect once in a while, and stars might even blink, but street and heart remain black.

We – who have come from the white stone – can see the (b)lack of light as it reflects off shadow onto sidewalk; and if you listen closely you can hear it speak dirty, and dark, words.

Between crumbling cement walls tattooed in graffiti, we wait on line (though offline) for our tickets. It is strange, (maybe Jewdicious?) knowing everyone around you is Jewish: kind of feels like the splitting of the Sea – except here there is no Moses and no sea; all that seems to be left here is the split.

Now we secure ourselves past the security, and bounce ourselves past the bouncers. As we make our way along posters advertising bands mundane in letters holy, the shivering darkness seems to crawl along with us, intensifying with our heart beat – boom, boom.

Things are shaking in and out of rhythm – boom, bam. Smoke swirling in lights very colorful, flash, flesh. Quiet, the cover band has ended. Only stagehands moving about, tuning gilded guitars, fastening symbolic symbols, slapping basic basses, maneuvering speechless speakers, wiring ample amplifiers. And all is dark – and silent.

Some nervous whispering, maybe a catcall, but that’s it. It is really quiet and dark.

Then a piercing note is heard, like an alarm not at all alarming, and darkness starts turning to light. A tall man, dressed in the customary suit and hat, black and white, is using reggae as a tool – a craftsman expertly transforming Barby, a Tel Aviv nightclub, into a Jewish experience.

He places his right hand over his eyes and, with somewhat of a Jamaican tanginess, says Shema Yisrael. Dreadlocks listen intently, and sway insatiably, as he sings of light coming out of darkness – lyrical not only in words, but as this once dark club and cold city can attest, in action as well.

Warmth permeates through the wires and out the speakers, into hearts once cold. “If you are already there, there is no where to go”, he sings; “If your cup’s already full, then it’s bound to overflow” – and here the cup really does run over, but with a message of Truth.

Of course there are those that say a club is not the place for a Hasidic man – but then neither is the body a place for the soul, nor earth a home for heaven. Unfortunately we live in a dark environment, where anything pure is concealed; but if not we, than who will reveal the light within the darkness, who will turn a club into a sanctuary, who will transform the earth into a home of G-d?

Yes, we live in a world of challenges – but do you wish to be the challenged or do you wish to be the challenger? Do you wish to listen or do you wish to speak? Do you wish to be a spectator or do you wish to be a player? Life is a challenge, yes, but (therefore) life is challengeable no less – either you challenge it, or it will challenge you.

Now we step out of the club. Everything is lighter, both in its street and its (and our) heart. The moon still reflects, but now off our faces; the stars still blink, but now it’s more of a wink.

I guess it really is kind of like the splitting of the Sea: there is a sea of knowledge, and though we seem to be split, there is a Moses within every one of us – as a bearded reggae Hasid just proved – that can inspire a club, a people, a world, into turning black into white, darkness into light, Tel Aviv into Jerusalem.

“In the spiritual desert things are not what they seem – you just got to chop ‘em down.”


Anonymous Anonymous said...

The Tragic Tale of Meehoo & ExactlyWhatt
[an ode to communication as told in rhythmic verse]

Knock knock!
Who's there?
Me who?

That's right!
What's right?

That's what I want to know!
What's what you want to know?
Me, who?
Yes, exactly!

Exactly what?
Yes, I have an Exactlywatt on a chain!
Exactly what on a chain?
Yes what?
No, Exactlywatt!

That's what I want to know!
I told you - Exactlywatt!
Exactly what?
Yes what?

Yes, it's with me!
What's with you?
Exactlywatt - that's what's with me.

Me who?

Go away! [or sign off]

Knock knock...
sound familiar? [me'thinks its actually quite progressive]
;) hachooo.

12/12/2005 8:52 PM  
Blogger Baiges said...

Talking about Matisyahu.

Here in Budapest Shlomo has been in touch with the organizers of the sziget, they plan on having him perform here this year! Not in the Chabad tent, but on one of the stages.
Nothing is for sure. But they are very interested.
(Baruch and Shlomo are working on it.)

12/13/2005 8:53 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

If it would have only been a lack of light (color) it might have been white. Out there its black.

Music lights the people to go out and light the place.

12/13/2005 11:33 AM  
Blogger The Bearded One said...

you like paranthesis, don't you?

12/17/2005 5:12 PM  
Blogger The Bearded One said...

did i ever mention that you have quite-pinchable cheeks?

12/17/2005 5:37 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

as seen in the algemeiner
and beard
stick to your own hairy cheeks.

12/18/2005 12:09 AM  
Blogger The Bearded One said...

thank you. but i'm kind of stuck to my hairy cheeks by default. redundacy is extra

12/18/2005 1:14 AM  
Blogger Avi said...

...and superfluos and not needed. Which makes this whole post unnecesary too also as well.

12/18/2005 11:14 AM  
Anonymous namastaei said...

as well
you're post is triple redundant actually.

12/18/2005 2:52 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

ouch. when advertising the fact that you dont get sarcasm, choose the anonymous function. its easy. just do what i did

12/18/2005 3:09 PM  
Blogger Avi said...

Thanx Anon, though there's always the [remote] possibility that Namastaei was perpetuating this redundancy thing again for some more extra additional time. Or not.

12/18/2005 8:42 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

on a redundant

advice taken boys ;)

12/18/2005 9:31 PM  
Anonymous dubi, the neighbors dog said...

soul searching?? nightclub sounds good!!

12/19/2005 11:49 AM  
Anonymous sziget 2005 said...

Who needs mattisyahu? This year at sziget we had our very own rapper! (and quite good i might add)

12/19/2005 11:53 AM  
Blogger The Bearded One said...

hey! HEY!! DUBI!! get back inside! didnt i tell you to stay out of jakes blog?! bad dog.

12/19/2005 2:50 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

boredom agrees with you.

12/19/2005 4:09 PM  
Anonymous dubi, the neighbors dog said...

bad garbage dumper!! dump your garbage elsewhere and then i will revisit your blog!! as for now dubi's soul is stuck at this garbage/blogs.

12/19/2005 5:14 PM  
Blogger jakeyology said...

a dog living in the alley,
sleeping on leaking black bags,
wandering from blog to blog,
rolling and smoking a dubi...

that's good stuff.

if we were disslecksick (!), it would've been, "budi, the higenic God". maybe.

12/19/2005 5:32 PM  
Blogger Avi said...


How'd you get that? There is no "Z" in "neighbors"?!?!

12/19/2005 6:48 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

poetic license [to kill?].
i suggest you look into getting one, it's quite liberating.

12/20/2005 12:05 AM  
Blogger jakeyology said...

like Taco Bell - "think outside the bun".

besides, what the hell should i do - i'm not dyslexic!

(you heard about the dyslexic, agnostic, insomniac? he stayed up all night, wondering if there's a dog in this world -

sounds like yeshivah.)

12/20/2005 8:20 AM  
Blogger The Bearded One said...

well there is. and he's still going at it in my courtyard. dubi! DUBI!! out of the garbage!

12/20/2005 11:27 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Beard, here's something to try if you really get desperate:

the herb dog bane actually repells cats and dogs [in human form too i'm told]... feverfew, lads love, pennyroyal, pyrethrum, rue and wormwood are all good too. mix some of it up and put it near your trash.

you shouldn't have a problem finding these things in Fruit Cake Square.
unless of course you just want to shoot poor ol' Dubi...

12/20/2005 3:21 PM  
Anonymous dubi, the wanted dead dog said...

anonymous you are such a dork you dont try killing fakes, especially soul searching blog dogs!! (poet)

12/20/2005 6:20 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

i embrace my dorkedom
and to be honest-
i've met worse.

your bark is worse than your bite.
lucky for you i like dog.

peace out pooch...

12/20/2005 6:38 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

and stop giving Jake so much pleasure by dissing me on his blog.
truth is.
i'm in the market for a dog.
how do you feel about living with a turtle and lots and lots of goldfish??

12/20/2005 6:45 PM  
Blogger The Bearded One said...

to gain pleasure from dissed anonomi... is this what you think of the great "jake the destroyer"? is this the reason for your intense visitation schedule? are we lowered to such standards of debasement as to enjoy unspecified insults by unspecified persons against further unspecifieds?
ha jake! your blogs turning into mine!

12/21/2005 4:12 AM  
Blogger Avi said...


Why did that make sense?! Well at least you overdid it on the unspecifieds.

12/21/2005 10:35 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Peace Oh Hairy Man of Safed Mountain.

Frequent blog visitation is a direct result of temporary job's major tedium.

don't think i've been anonymous for a moment.
namastaei and shalom.

12/21/2005 5:26 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Good article. Moronic responses.

2/27/2006 4:46 PM  

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