It’s hard, even though the bottom line is awfully simple to sum up the event: it was a very successful performance by a very successful singer. Much more successful than I expected. Some catchy and good chants, performed flawlessly in front of a loving audience. It is obvious that Ben Ari is working on his voice, and is becoming a much more impressive singer than he was in the beginning. The familiar anthems threw the ceiling into the sky as expected, and even the less successful songs swept the elves in the stands. Much thanks to Ben Ari’s energetic charisma, which can probably no longer be called “surprising” at this point. Even the infamous sound of the Menorah Hall managed to surprise pleasantly with an enveloping sound experience. Some of the audience might call it private supervision, some might call it “professional sound people”. Maybe both are right. In the end, if there is a place in Israel where it is known that without faith CSKA would not have eaten it, it is probably the place.
But to summarize Hanan’s performance Ben Ari as “successful” or “sweeping” would be a sin to the truth, not because she was not successful or sweeping, but because she was not really an “appearance”, at least not in the classical sense of the word. It was an event. Others like “heart attack” or “security incident”, except that in this case it is the most basic meaning of the word: the realization of something abstract.
for two hours 8,000 viewers could feel Ben-Ari’s art flowing through their veins. Whether they were secular, religious, Oriental, Ashkenazi, children or the elderly. It seems impossible to scratch his face even with a rake, he managed to make it look easy. Everyone should take the last sentence wherever they want. That. It’s part of the business, and there seems to be no one in Israel today who does it better.
If there is a basic character that defines the “average Israeli”, it is likely that she could have been found in Ben Ari’s audience. Whether it’s a “beautiful Israeli” or an “ugly Israeli,” he probably knows how to hum the “na na na” from “If You Will.” It’s pretty amazing when you think about it. A quick glance at Hanan Ben-Ari, the man behind the music, yields a character that evokes emotions from its very stereotypical appearance. A Jew, religious, combative, born and raised in the settlement, nephew of Michael Ben-Ari the priest, was himself active against the disengagement. But if you look at his audience you will not be able to identify in him any particular religious or right-wing element, simply because his music – even if partly spiritual – does not appeal to a particular sector. This is how a world champion’s performance feels – full of small victories. . There is love, there is humanity, there is intimacy and there is joy. Ben-Ari escapes representation like wildfire. He did not want to be perceived as a pet dog, as a settler who speaks fluent Tel Aviv and certainly not as a confused Reformer. It is precisely this escape, and the choice not to wear any comfortable mask, that has caused so many people to connect with it. There is no line of prophecy out of sadness or laziness, and Ben-Ari is the first prophet of the new Israel, the one who is blind to colors, forgives the sins of the past and sees light at the end of the pessimistic tunnel.
He declares among the songs that he is excited, but it’s hard to see it about him. Like the Bible characters he sings about in “A Dream Like Joseph,” he seems to have reached his estate, and he knows it’s the right place for him. Singing in front of 8,000 people is the most natural thing in the world for a girl her age.
The voice probably ran there in the DNA, and it’s ni Crete is mostly when Ben-Ari switches to the preacher mode, and starts talking about love. The text is cheesy, but something in the modest-looking figure of Ben-Ari makes his things bigger than his. The last time I experienced such a thing at a show I was surrounded by 70,000 Bruce Springsteen fans. An outrageous comparison, on the verge of blasphemy for me, but it’s the truth. Bruce seeks to build in his performance a temple to love and leave the daily hardships out of bounds, which is exactly what Ben Ari does. The musical influences come a little more from the worlds of Mishina and the extended Banai family, but spirituality is not from Rabbi Tao’s seminary, but from Rabbi Springsteen’s.
Like Bruce, Hanan Ben-Ari surrounds himself with a band in which he is first among equals. His name may appear on the tickets, but he is overall the band’s famous lead singer. It’s hard to miss the love between all the friends on stage. The show would not have been so successful without this all-too-obvious secret.