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Assignment Three Finalist: Mordechai Shinefeld on Ayelet Rose Gottlieb (New York City)

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AYELET ROSE GOTTLIEB - 1/21/07

by Mordechai Shinefeld
Age: 22

Nestled underneath the Cornelia Street Café, so close to Bleecker Street that you can taste Paul Simon’s fog rollin in off the East River bank, Ayelet Rose Gottlieb performed an intimate show last Sunday night. With its red velvet curtain and candle graced tables, Cornelia is the kind of place where fifty people fit uncomfortably. Most squeezed into tight booths near the front of the room to hear the Israeli jazz seductress from John Zorn’s Tzadik label. The venue fits Gottlieb’s manner ideally. The audience surges forward to absorb the tiny girl (she must be around 4′6″ at the most), and then she detonates her voice. Lush, sensuous and thick, it overflows the room - creeps through ceiling beams and into the dining hall above. There, diners only note it casually, but find themselves suddenly in love. Which is to say her voice and compositions, which set everything from Israeli poets to Martin Luther King Jr. to music, are transformative.

Trumpeter Avishai Cohen plays an explosive horns section, ranging from the bombastic to the avant. At one point he blows into the valves themselves. His wistful breath recalls the quiet morning after Gottlieb’s fiery night of passion. Together, Cohen and Gottlieb only fail when the venue itself conspires against them. Though charming at first, a rickety air conditioning system keeps a poor beat for the compositions and the rigorously enforced six dollar drink minimum ensures that the waiter jostles you at least once. Still, the group prevails. When Gottlieb sings poet Aggi Mish’ol’s lyrics: “I am writing out of yearning, which is the g-spot of our love,” in her exotic accent, you are no longer in a claustrophobic club. You’re in bed in the dark evening with a loved one, as snow touches the window, and Gottlieb’s voice serenades.

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kgcrtiqdj hzre | 4/12/2007, 2:32 am EST

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Daniel | 2/15/2007, 5:06 am EST

The Atmosphere you created in your writing made me feel even more sorry I wasn’t there but gave me a sensation of sharing the experience.
Great writing

Mike D. | 2/1/2007, 5:09 pm EST

Guess they were looking for something different, bro. I thought you painted the picture better than anyone else (including me). Quality writing…

Mordy | 1/31/2007, 1:40 pm EST

What happened? Was the prose too florid? Maybe I should’ve shot for a grittier take.

Chrys | 1/29/2007, 12:29 pm EST

Okay, gotcha. I once read about movie theaters being kept especially cold, so I didn’t know if it was something like that, or if it was just really warm out there. I know it was a few weeks back. Thanks for clarifying!

Mordy | 1/28/2007, 6:56 pm EST

Not sure Chrys - it might not have been on. Just rumbling and creaking (maybe from the people walking above). Or they might have needed it because the close quarters generated a lot of body heat. I don’t know if they were actually using it - only that it kept interrupting the show. ;)

Chrys | 1/28/2007, 6:40 pm EST

Can I ask a (maybe retarded) question?

Why was there air-conditioning? I have read your piece a few times, and each time I stumble across that. I had heard about it being pretty warm on the east coast (my family lives in NJ), but was it really that warm out? Or was there some other reason?

Sure makes a person wonder about global warming!

Congrats man!

Haliphax | 1/28/2007, 12:33 pm EST

Hey Glamzilla. When you cut your wrists, remember. It’s down the road, not across the street.

MAKE IT COUNT, EMO KID!

Mordy | 1/28/2007, 12:24 pm EST

Oh! And the Ramones! And the Modern Lovers! Speaking of music writing - Greil Marcus’s Lipstick Traces has an amazing section about Roadrunner. (He writes that where punk started songs with: ‘1,2,3′ and deleted the ‘4′, just jumping into the song - Roadrunner goes to 6, using the two extra beats to collect their breathes before beginning. They were circumspect about what message they wanted to put out there about themselves.)

Mordy | 1/28/2007, 12:14 pm EST

Also, the only person Mordy shacks up with is Mrs. Mordy (aka: Charlotte, aka: Squeakycat).

Mordy | 1/28/2007, 12:05 pm EST

Woah, all. First off - thanks for the kind words everyone, including Glamzilla1976 (btw; 1976 great year for music. Songs in the Key of Life /and/ Heijira!).

Second; I’m grateful that Rolling Stone lets me keep competing. I’m always growing as a writer, and being limited to my first submission would put me as a disadvantage to people who have all 10 weeks to grow. 10 weeks is practically a semester course.

Anyhow - I understand both sides of the argument. No reason to fight about it here. Fresh blood is always great; I’ve encouraged all my friends to start submitting. And it should be competitive. Shame they can’t have 40 finalists.

opine | 1/28/2007, 11:51 am EST

Hey, BJ and your fellow “show don’t tell”-idiots. Intro to Creative Writing called. They want you to shut the fuck up. You are a broken record. Lick don’t bite, like a good BJ.

Glamzilla1976 | 1/28/2007, 3:18 am EST

Fuck you guys. I never said he wasn’t talented. I said if he’s already in the running his spot should go to somebody who hasn’t won. I suspect at leat one of you is shacking up. Again, I say fuck you. and notice the difference between suggestion and personal conficlit…you fucking assholes!!

invisible_hand | 1/27/2007, 8:01 pm EST

glamzilla1976-
this is not grade school. if this is really a talent contest, then the best should be featured. period. this mordechai fellow has chops to the extreme. this piece epitomized the “show don’t tell” caveat of good writing. other contestants should take notes.

Benzalek | 1/27/2007, 7:50 pm EST

You writing places the reader smack down in the cafe, that night– performers, drinks, rickety air conditioner– the experience is sensual, immediate, compelling.. I’m there. Great writing.

Glamzilla1976 | 1/27/2007, 11:32 am EST

I really don’t think this guy should get to be a finalist every week. He already won the first week, and will be able to compete for the gig. They should really give his spot to somebody else that hasn’t won yet. Not that the kid doesn’t have talent, but I just think they should get some fresh blood in the contest as much as possible.

B.J. Crock | 1/26/2007, 10:41 pm EST

Morse has some competition, methinks. This kid’s got it–and got to the point faster. That was white-hot.

jen480 | 1/26/2007, 9:09 pm EST

That was a beautiful ending. Nice job.

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