Notorious Slammers To Wed This Sunday Word from: Jake

Do you know these two slammers?



Mordy and Charlotte, two long-time members of the Mima'amakim family are getting married this Sunday. Mazal Tov!

You might be able to see these rockstars at our next show in September kicking it with classic jams like this one here -

WHY I ROLL UP MY BEARD
Mordechai Shinefield

I rolled up my beard for world peace,
my contribution to compromise.
I rolled it up to strike a blow against fascists, or fundamentalist regimes.

I rolled up my beard for self-constrained anarchy.
I rolled it up to cut off blood circulation,
to reveal my Adam's Apple.
To make it easier to talk,
To talk without people wondering how old I am,
To look my age, or at least not ten years older than I am.

I rolled up my beard because my Mashpia told me to comb it,
and I didn't have a comb.
I rolled up my beard because my mother said to trim it,
and I didn't have scissors.

I rolled up my beard to impress a girl.
Not one in specific,
but the general idea of one,
should she come my way.

I rolled up my beard to make people notice,
to make people notice that they no longer notice my long beard.
I rolled up my beard because beard rhymed with feared and with weird,
and I didn't want to be weird.

I rolled up my beard because I thought people were watching,
but then I realized that there was no connection.
That I was weird with it rolled up or down.
I was weird wearing black pants and a white shirt and a black hat in a color world.
I was weird studying Gemara in a language that nobody spoke,
and I was weird because I cried at Farbringins, even though I had nothing to drink.

But I still kept my beard rolled up,
Because though the Tanya tells me that my mind should control my heart,
My heart stills moves my lips to speak,
my legs to run,
my arms to hold,

my ears to hear,
my hand to write.

So I still roll up my beard,
because it gives me something to write about,
something to read about,
something to be personal about,
something to feel saddened about.

Because though bachurim complain when they feel depressed,
When my heart is heavy,
and my soul is numb,
and I am afraid that I am in the wrong Yeshiva,
learning the wrong things,
I know that I am alive.

So I roll up my beard,
To remind myself,
That I am not yet perfect,
but I am still alive.



Bless up!!!