Hi, my name is Benjamin Rosenblatt. I attend Hamlin Dell Junior High School in Agoura Hills, CA (Go Hamlins!). A few
months ago my family and I were invited to Jonny Wixen's Bar Mitzvah at Calamigos Ranch in Malibu. I don't know Jonny very
well, but my Dad insisted that we go because he said there would be people there who would advance my career. Also, he said
that there was an ice cream bar and that Me First and the Gimme Gimmes were playing.
After my dad introduced me to some "prospects," we sat down to watch Jonny recite the blessing. When Jonny took his seat,
the band started. I guess it's hard to play music in front of people and Mom says I shouldn't be judgemental, but I think
maybe the band should have practiced more. They made a lot of mistakes. They even started a song then stopped then started
the song again. Mom said we should clap to be supportive, but Dad just sat there frowning. He said that whatever Randall
(that's Jonny's dad) was paying the band was too much. Randall did not seem very concerned.
When the next song started everyone started moving to the dance floor so I plugged my ears and joined them. When the band
finally made it through a whole song with no mistakes or interruptions the whole place went wild. My dad even tried to get
Mrs. Greene to dance with him. Mom didn't think that was very funny. At one point the dancing was so crazy that some members
of the band looked concerned, but once Tommy found his inhaler everything was OK.
When the band announced that the ice cream bar was open, the floor cleared except for Mr. and Mrs. Cohen (they are both lactose intolerant). The other guitar player was first in line at the ice cream bar and refused to give autographs until he was finished eating. When my dad told him to act like a professional, he said: "I don't come to your job and tell you how to shine shoes, do I?" and walked off. The singer brought a can of whipped cream back from the ice cream bar and sucked on the can until it was empty. And then he kept sucking on it until the bas player pulled it out of his mouth. From that point on he seemed much more enthusiastic.
Finally, the band played "Have Nagila" and everyone cheered and danced. They played it pretty good but I liked Mudvayne's
version better. Anyway, when the band was finished congratulating each other, they walked to the other bar. My dad had been
spending a lot of time at the other bar too. He wanted to tell the band exactly what he thought of them, but they were
surrounded by seventh graders and he couldn't get through.
Who knows? Maybe my dad can get Staind to play at my Bar Mitzvah next year!