The New Year gets off to a slow start in Israel. First come the two days of Rosh Hashana itself, the festival of the New Year. We just finish the leftover lamb, and it’s time to fast; 25 hours of remembering breaches of positive commands and negative ones, those known unto us and unknown. After a rejuvenating cup of tea and some sweet cinnamon rolls on the night of the breaking of the fast, the younger members of the family get stuck into building the succa, and jeez… it’s time to shop and cook and clean again for another hag.Last Succot I had one of those only- in-Israel seminal experiences, in the unlikely setting of the hairdressing salon near my house. The radio was playing a perennial this-time-of-year Naomi Shemer hit, “Shlomit Bona Succa.” It’s not, of course, only Shlomit who builds a booth in which to sit and eat cake with friends; the whole of Am Yisrael morphs into engineers with hammers and planks. There we were with dye on our hair: a woman in her 80s from Europe, a young mother on her phone, a schoolgirl having her hair straightened and others, all singing along to the nursery-school song, while the tattooed, multi-pierced assistant hairdresser beat in time with his brush. It was quite fabulous.Just as food is more than simply food in the Holy Land, where all sorts of dietary constraints spice our menus, and issues such as opening shops on Shabbat take on existential angst, music too is much more than just music.