Matisyahu? I offer.
You know him?
Well yeah, ma. He’s sorta like huge in the Hassidic messianic rapper hall of fame. Not that I’m messianically inclined, Hassidic, a rapper or visit the hall of fame.
Oh…she says, pondering it all for a minute. Because my hairdresser says he’s playing Bogart’s and it’s completely sold out. My hairdresser knows all the words to his songs. He asked me what mashiach means. I won’t get to see Mat..Mat..What’s his name again? But imagine that. You know who he is.
Ma, I say. I knew who he was before I moved ‘oer here yonder across the pond. He was on television. Just now in January he was on Letterman. Ma, he was on MTV. Not that I saw the Letterman gig or the MTV bit but these things have a way of making the rounds.
Patty didn’t manage to nab any tickets to the sold-out show but she’s gonna head on over to Tower or Virgin and pick herself up a Matisyahu CD for the car.
And so it was that a Torahstafarian bridged the generation gap between Patty and Steph. Schoingemacht.