Trevor’s Word of the Moment: Mitzvah

Mitzvah

That’s a Hebrew word, according to soul-boy Eric. What’s a son of a Presbyterian minister doing knowing all sorts of Hebrew shit beats the hell out of me, but whatthefuckever.

A Mitzvah, Soul-Boy says, is a good deed. He says that’s what we did last night at All Access.

Now, Trevor’s not so sure about that. Aren’t good deeds supposed to be this grandiose shit, like helping old ladies across the road, and carrying groceries for preggos so they can drag their toddling brats by the arm and keep ’em from diving under a car and making the rest of us happy?

There’s nothing grandiose about squishing onto the All Access stage and playin’ a set. That’s what we do. Call us Wolf Whistle, call us fucking ShapeShifter, it doesn’t fucking matter. We’re a band. We make music. There ain’t nothin’ special about that.

The only thing special about what we did last night was that we didn’t pay for shit. Didn’t pay for our crew. Didn’t pay for the stage. Didn’t fucking get paid, either.

Eric says not all Mitzvot are big gestures. That sometimes, the ones that mean the most are actually the littlest ones. Sometimes, he says, they can be something as simple as smiling at someone who’s having a shitty day.

I asked if that was Hebrew for give me a fucking break and Mitchell belted me a good one.

But c’mon. If you’re going to do something, why not do it right and do it big? That’s why I was against this whole stupid-assed cancelling the benefit in the first fucking place. Let the whiners whine. We’re ShapeShifter for fuck’s sake. We’ll rise above.