MBD/Aron Razel - Inyan Hasimcha

Like this: We will first take stock of the current state of Jewish music and decide if it is Jewish. We will then take stock of the current state of Jewish music and decide if it is music. We will then take stock of the current incarnation of the King of Jewish Music and decide if... you see what we are going to do, yes?

OK: Aron Razel has a weird way of inserting the laughies and the shouties without sounding disingenuous—which is to say, while retaining his, and its, genuineness. That's huge, especially in a borderline psychotic and altogether bad-advice song like this. I mean, I have been outside that circle, and a good pair of balls can be easily crushed when the Inside Guy follows this advice. But it's also SUCH a great—and really the only—way I can imagine putting these words to a tune. I hate it. I love it. I need to listen again.

UPDATE: I lied. And I hate it.


I don't hate it, of course, but having not heard it for several hours, my annoyances are: MBD's rough איש אחד מבחוץ at :26 and his general hav'ara mizrachi... this is, like, classic Rabbi Nachman! A bissel chassidishkeit? It takes me back to one of my PETTTT peeves: people who get excited by the spiritualness of Eastern religions--things like washing before bread and shaking a palm branch. Honk if you followed that thought. Beep.

Also, re my earlier comment: I didn't understand the whole passage at first. It is not advice to someone to be Chotef ish echod mibachutz, but to examine the way one might be Chotef someone from the side during his own dance, and translate it to yourself. Which is what I was saying though: I wouldn't do that cuz I would kill the person who did it to me. Maim. I'd maim the person who did it to me. Hurt him pretty badly. Glare at him.

A Jewish kid asks his father for fifty dollars. His father says: "Forty dollars! What the hell do you need thirty dollars for?"