Hi SD.
I am going to try and make this as concise as possible, because no one wants to read huge walls of text.
I work as the accompanist at the synagogue where I grew up. For years, the cantor (music leader), the rabbi, and I have been a “team,” of sorts. We run the services. He leads, she sings and conducts me, and I play the piano. I have a lot of respect for both of them, and would never want to disappoint either of them. Especially the Rabbi–he was my Rabbi for my whole life–I would never want to fail him. We have never had an issue until now.
There is a part of the service where we all sing in anticipation of the arrival of the Sabbath Queen (for Shabbat). We always sing the same text, but there are hundreds of musical arrangements to choose from. The cantor decided to try a new musical arrangement last week. It is actually a slower piece than usual, and while I find it pretty, the Rabbi did not. He did not say anything at the time, but after service he drew me aside and said “Please let the Cantor know the prayer should be more exciting and full of anticipation.” As in, “Speed the song the fuck up, it’s a fucking dirge and I wasn’t getting anything out of it. Or choose another piece.” I let him specifically know that I’ll let her know, but it’s ultimately the Cantor’s decision what songs to use, as she is my direct boss–more so than the Rabbi. He seemed to understand. Afterwards, I told the Cantor what the Rabbi had said, and she seemed to get the message.
Next week was yesterday, and I was surprised to see the same arrangement listed on the service sheet. I knew the Rabbi didn’t like it, but the cantor has always been my boss, so I assumed she knew what she was doing. I always try to play what is asked of me. The service went by without incident, but afterwards, the Rabbi asked us both to join him in his office after everyone had left.
He exploded at us both, saying that he told us the song didn’t work and yet we insisted on doing it. He said “I come to Shabbat Services for joy and you just ruined it. I have never been as disappointed in both of you as I am right now.”
I didn’t say anything the whole time, partly from being really nervous and partly from being so surprised at his harshness. The Cantor was suitably contrite and promised she would stick to the basics. He also said “If it happens again I will stop the service and say to the congregation ‘That’s not what this song is supposed to be about’…if you are embarrassed, oh well, you brought it on yourself.”
This lasted for ten minutes. We all left, basically, without a word. Very awkward.
The Cantor called me later and said “Wow, that was something, wasn’t it?” She proceeded to tell me it wasn’t my fault at all, that the Rabbi just wanted me there as a witness, and that while he wasn’t being rational, we should just do what he says from now on. She said she’s seen this ugly side of him too often, and she just lets it go.
As for me, I am confused about how to feel. On the one hand, I agree with the Rabbi–he should have only had to say it once, and she should have changed the song if she knew it wasn’t working.
But I think I am really angry at the Rabbi. How dare he think I disappointed him? I played everything on the service sheet, like I am expected to do every week. Not my fault the Cantor decided to take a chance on this new piece. I’m more afraid of failing her than him, because I see her nearly every day. It isn’t fair for the Rabbi to be disappointed in me for following orders. This isn’t a fucking game. When he said he was disappointed in me, I got those eerie chills when something really horrible happens. My relationship with the Rabbi will never be the same, and I am mad at him for shattering the respect I had for him up to now. I will be seeing him in an hour or so, and hope he will apologize to me. I don’t think he realizes how much I was hurt by him for something that was not my fault. And if he wanted me there just as a “witness” like the cantor said, that is really ballsy of him. I am not a fucking plaything. If you have a problem with my playing, take it up with me personally. If you have a problem with the repertoire, sorry, it’s not my problem. We all have our roles, and repertoire selection was never mine.
I should mention, both my Rabbi and Cantor are getting up there in age, and are stubborn…especially the Cantor. They have respect for each other–I just don’t like being in the middle of this drama.
So what does the Dope suggest I do about this? Should I keep my mouth shut? I really want to give the Rabbi a piece of my mind and tell him that I was traumatized by his boiling rage–especially when he presents himself as such a wise, kindly man in public.
Thanks so much! I could not sleep well last night, and I would love some perspective.
Dave