Why doesn’t the Rabbi agree with the Hasidic belief?

I don’t know what “the Hasidic belief” is. If you want to discuss it, write one specific principle here and it will be possible to discuss that.

For example, the idea that an admor passes from father to son—what do you think about that?

My opinion is that in most cases this is not a successful mechanism. It leads to nepotism and power games, to ugly inheritance struggles, and to appointing people who are not necessarily suitable. But sometimes being raised in an admor’s home does give you advantages in leadership.
You also can’t ignore the halakhic background, since the accepted view in Jewish law is that positions of authority are inherited.
But I wouldn’t call this principle “the Hasidic belief.” It’s a common Hasidic practice, like screeching and playing out of tune on violins at Hanukkah: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EmRPu0go9z8
It seems to me that this lovely custom testifies to genius in public relations accompanied by a stupid and infantile audience that buys every piece of nonsense they’re sold. That already seems to me closer to the Hasidic belief. 🙂

At the beginning of the spread of Hasidism,
a misnaged asked:
Why is it that the son of a violinist does not become a violinist like his father,
while the son of the admor does become an admor?

And he answered and said: because to play the violin, you need to know how!

Now it turns out he was completely mistaken.

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Very nice. 🙂

And it is further known in the gates that since the inflation in admors, the world has been afflicted with the ad-more malfunction.

But the misnaged isn’t entirely right. Until a few hundred years ago, the son of a musician really would become a musician, just as the son of a miller would become a miller himself. They simply learned it at home from age zero from their father (an apprenticeship). So the misnaged’s logic actually worked to create the opposite phenomenon. By that same logic, the son of an admor would become the son of an admor.

His fame among the Hasidic crowd:

I, one of our people // A Violinist Up to the Roof

The holy court fell silent
and the hall stood quietly at rest
Hush leaned over the podium
one more moment and we’re starting, just one brief moment.

A gilded handle rustled
and the pandor door stepped backward
the hour of the sh-sh-sh-shin grew excited
at last, for the wait had been long.

In a white sash
and a colorful kapoteh
on his head a winter hat
little admor with a look and a Hasidic appearance
and as if from within cellophane
he sends out his first swallow
an accomplished musician, or perhaps just an ordinary off-key fiddler

Well, these are really trifles
the main thing is to preserve the original ember
and expect a little less of Beethoven’s Ninth Symphony

First note, a trial
second note, an actual disaster
the bow is not in the picture
and the rebbe is altogether floating in a cloud
when will this finally end
in another second the drumskin will tear
his handiwork sinking in the sea
someone here refuses to come down the ladder

And only on the shoulder the violin grows embarrassed
curling up in its shell
wanting to return to its case and turn out the light
to fuss over its strings by itself
and giggle in a clear voice

And as a string instrument
it only wants to tell you
that all this really seems unnecessary to it

Druyanovchik, you’re showering us with pearls.

Druyanovchik, amazing!!!