CAJUN KREPLACH: AN IDEA WHOSE TIME HAS COME!

Well, it's past time! Last night I attended the Jewish rock & soul festival at the Dead Sea. Nice, but - just nice.... Group after group after group - each one sounding, looking, playing and singing exactly like every other group. Not saying they were no good, and I like Carlebach as much as the next person. But it seems to me that EVERY religio-rock band does exactly the same kind of music, lyrics, and some bands even share members, as I witnessed last night... Gets boring. I finally decided I'd had more than enough over-saturation of the same kind of music all evening and got back home a little earlier than expected.

I don't know, it seems like I just can't communicate my enthusiasm for Cajun music to anyone else I know. It's just not contagious! Their eyes immediately glaze over because they are either unwilling or unable to relate. One friend told me last night, everything starts with a dream. Yep, everything, even starting my own female Cajun Jewish group. Herzl said, if you will it, it is no dream. Well, Herzl, with all due respect, never tried to get a Cajun Jewish band off the ground...

Hell, even the audiences all look alike at these events. Last night was by far not the first such event I've attended over recent years. The difference was the open-air, Dead Sea warmth and the Sea itself glistening in the background.

I can almost picture my girls up on last night's stage, performing our guts out and letting it all hang out musically, and the people dancing in the aisles, or in last night's case, the sands. NOBODY - but NOBODY - can stay plastered in their seats for long with OUR music playing! That's how I see our as yet non-existent group. Maybe in Israel nobody knows what Cajun music is, but it's about time - past time - they found out. Oh, of course, everybody knows what Cajun food is.

I was so saturated and Carlebached-out by the time I left, I missed the one group I was really interested in seeing, Reva l'Sheva. I guess they saved the best for last.

Don't get me wrong, I'm certainly not sorry I went last night. The proceeds from the event are going towards protecting buildings in Sderot. Also, on the bus on the way to, I was sitting next to a guy from Brooklyn, to whom I pointed out various landmarks and objects and places along the way, for which he thanked me "for the guided tour". He looks like somebody I could be interested in... but he was with a female friend (for some inexplicable reason she was sitting in a different part of the bus) and he's going back to Brooklyn soon.

I also met two girls on the bus, both in their early 20's, and I immediately noticed that one of them had R. Kahane's book, Why be Jewish, with her and was reading it avidly. We got talking at length, and it turns out the book speaks to her exactly as it spoke to me back in the late '70's when it first came out and when I first read it. G-d bless these young people, who either weren't even born yet or were only little kids when the Rabbi was murdered, yet they are as enthusiastic Kahanists as the generation before them who knew R. Kahane, HY"D. It's very, very heartening personally to me, to see this phenomenon. Also of little kids of age 10-15 giving out Kahane literature on the streets, who weren't even born yet when the Rabbi was murdered. It just goes to show that the Truth never dies, even though its purveyors will, someday.

And you know what? This scares the shit out of the powers that be here in this country... that they can never kill the truth, no matter how hard they try!

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