These days, brothers Shlomo and Eitan Katz can as often be found teaching Torah and chassidus as performing music L’maan chayach mecharkeir b’shir, hamelameid Torah b’chol klei shir…“For the sake of the joyful one who dances to song, who teaches Torah with every musical instrument…” (From the hoshanos recited on Hoshana Rabbah) An audience sits rapt in a darkened venue in Jerusalem as a guitar sounds plaintive notes that wind into chords. The crowd — men in knitted kippot, as

He sat in the women’s gallery of the neighborhood shul from morning to night, writing his chiddushim and dissecting folios, but what really sparked my curiosity was the tune he used to accompany his Torah learning — sometimes it sounded like a ballad of yearning, sometimes like a victory march. Little did I know it was a song that would change my Yom Tov — and my life. A true story. The following story and its sequel are real live dangers of abusive teachers (or parents). It