Matthew Loren Sperry November 6, 1968 June 5, 2003 Thy Gentleness Hath Made Me Great In Memory of Matthew Loren Sperry El Maley Rachamim – Most Compassionate June 9th, 2003 Chapel of the Chimes To the most compassionate on high and within, Gathering Performed by Philip Gelb on shakuhachi Grant perfect rest under the wings of holy presence, Welcome Rabbi David the wings of Shechina, among the holy and pure Music “Wicked Little Town” performed by the who shine with heavenly splendor San Francisco Cast of Hedwig and The Angry Inch to the soul of Matthew Loren Sperry who has passed from this world, Speaker Wendy Lichtman may his rest be as restful as in Eden’s Garden. Music Performed by Matthew’s dear friends. Source of compassion, shelter him under your wings forever more Speaker Stacia Biltekoff and Charlotte Biltekoff even as his soul remains woven in the fabric of life. Music “Origins of Love” performed by the The Eternal is his portion. San Francisco Cast of Hedwig and The Angry Inch May he rest in peace. And let us say: Amen. Speaker Harriet Sperry and Sam Sperry The Mourner’s Kaddish Music Performed by Matthew’s dear friends. Yit’gadal v-yit’kadash shmey rabah - Ameyn Speaker Philip Gelb B-alma di-v’ra chirutey v-yamlich malchutey Music Tamuke “Offering” performed by Philip Gelb b-cha’yey’chon u-v-yo’mey’chon u-v-cha’yey d-chol beyt Yisra’el Music Performed by Matthew’s dear friends. ba-agala u-viz’mahn kariv v-im’ru: Tribute “Snapshots of Matthew” Open Mike & Open (Together:) Ameyn! Music Introduced by Robert Schoen & Gil Sperry Y’hey shmey rabah m’vorach l-olam u-l-ol’mey ol’ma’ya. Speaker Dan Plonsey Yit’barach v-yish’tabach v-yit’pa’ar Music Free improvised music tribute to Matthew v-yit’romam v-yit’na’sey v-yit’hadar v-yit’ah’leh Closing Rabbi David v-yit’halal shmey di-kud’shah, brich hu. Prayer Eyl Maley Rachamim performed L-eyla min kol bir’chata v-shirata by Diane Wirtschafter tush’b’chata v-nechemata da-amiran b-alma. V-imru: Ameyn Prayer Mourners’ Kaddish, Rabbi David Y’hey shlama rabah min sh’ma’yah, Music Closing celebration music performed v-cha’yim, aleynu v-al kol Yis’ra’el, by Red Hot Chachkas v-imru: Ameyn Healing Shiva will begin at Wendy Lichtman and Jeff Oseh shalom bim’romav, Mandel’s home directly following the service. hu ya’ah’seh shalom ahleynu, See insert for directions and map. v’ahl-kol Yisra’el, v-al kol yosh’vey tey’vel V-imru: Ameyn. May the great essence be magnified soon in this world, and be blessed forever, and praised and lauded and raised up. And yet, these words of praise and blessing are insufficient, but we say Amen anyway. May harmonious peace be established in this world for us and everyone, and let us say: Amen. Stacia’s Words for Matthew Made no sense to me He showed me slowly I’m gathering words No teasing or judgements Like the tiny pieces of me No coddling – he let me figure it out myself Some with jagged edges too sharp to touch I opened my eyes to an incredible adventure right underneath me Some pouring out of me He was always showing me the Tears salting the shoulders of all of you Miraculous of every day Matthew let me do things gradually Look Lila – this is ivy – it grows up fences He supported me through my unfolding He’s doing that now I held back suddenly unsure He knows I don’t know how to do this Of how to swim It’s okay So he held me. He says An arm around my waist Just do it one breath at a time We swam like that the whole time If you’re breathing He could have gone out further You’re doing it Swam faster Let’s breathe because we can But he said he enjoyed it better when he was with me Inhale… Thy Gentleness Hath Made Me Great Exhale… In our collective breath he rests And holds us We sustain him as he sustains us Additional Information In the following days, Shiva will continue at Stacia and Matthew’s On our honeymoon home at 388 49th Street. Please feel free to visit during the day. The real one after the wedding Stacia would love to see you. When we were in Hawaii Not this latest one when we decided again how much Shiva will end on Father’s Day, with a memorial walk leaving we love each other from Stacia and Matthew’s home at 4:00 p.m. But the real one – the one that was mostly about food Please visit Matthew’s online memorial at He decided he didn’t like lobster www.birdhouse.org/blog to share your thoughts on Matthew. I discovered I could eat two Please check birdhouse.org in the coming days for information We realized we could easily spend $100 a meal on the1st Annual Matthew Sperry Concert Series and the various We loved it, the eating together, it was almost the best part funds that are being set up for his family. Please make sure we have We went snorkeling your email address. I’m not sure I had ever been He’s a natural in the water An outdoor memorial is located at the corners of Vallejo and Powell in Emeryville. Everyone thought he was a native Betrayed only by his rented gear and pasty white new bride Stacia and Matthew’s families extend their sincere thanks I couldn’t figure out how to for the outpouring of love and support. Hold / not hold my breath Head underwater still breathing Wicked Little Town The Origin of Love You know, the sun is in your eyes When the earth was still flat, And some Indian god And hurricanes and rains And the clouds made of fire, Sewed the wound up into a hole, and black and cloudy skies. And mountains stretched up to the sky, Pulled it round to our belly You’re running up and down that hill. Sometimes higher, To remind us of the price we pay. You turn it on and off at will. Folks roamed the earth And Osiris and the gods of the Nile There’s nothing here to thrill Like big rolling kegs. Gathered up a big storm or bring you down. They had two sets of arms. To blow a hurricane, And if you’ve got no other choice They had two sets of legs. To scatter us away, You know you can follow my voice They had two faces peering In a flood of wind and rain, through the dark turns and noise Out of one giant head And a sea of tidal waves, of this wicked little town. So they could watch all around them To wash us all away, As they talked; while they read. And if we don’t behave Oh Lady, luck has led you here And they never knew nothing of love. They’ll cut us down again and they’re so twisted up It was before the origin of love. And we’ll be hopping round on one foot they’ll twist you up. I fear. And looking through one eye. the pious, hateful and devout, The origin of love you turn and mix til you’re turned out, Last time I saw you the wind so cold it burns, And there were three sexes then, We had just split in two. you’re burning out and blowing round. One that looked like two men You were looking at me. And if you’ve got no other choice Glued up back to back, I was looking at you. you know you can follow my voice Called the children of the sun. You had a way so familiar, through the dark turns and noise And similar in shape and girth But I could not recognize, of this wicked little town. Were the children of the earth. Cause you had blood on your face; They looked like two girls I had blood in my eyes. The fates are vicious and they’re cruel. Rolled up in one. But I could swear by your expression You learn too late you’ve used two wishes And the children of the moon That the pain down in your soul like a fool Were like a fork shoved on a spoon. Was the same as the one down in mine. They were part sun, part earth That’s the pain, and then you’re someone you are not, Part daughter, part son. Cuts a straight line and Junction City ain’t the spot, Down through the heart; remember Mrs. Lot The origin of love We called it love. and when she turned around. So we wrapped our arms around each And if you’ve got no other choice Now the gods grew quite scared other, You know you can follow my voice Of our strength and defiance Trying to shove ourselves back together. through the dark turns and noise And Thor said, We were making love, of this wicked little town. “I’m gonna kill them all Making love. With my hammer, It was a cold dark evening, Like I killed the giants.” Such a long time ago, And Zeus said, “No, When by the mighty hand of Jove, You better let me It was the sad story Use my lightening, like scissors, How we became Like I cut the legs off the whales Lonely two-legged creatures, And dinosaurs into lizards.” It’s the story of Then he grabbed up some bolts The origin of love. And he let out a laugh, That’s the origin of love. Said, “I’ll split them right down the middle. Gonna cut them right up in half.” And then storm clouds gathered above Into great balls of fire And then fire shot down From the sky in bolts Like shining blades Of a knife. And it ripped Right through the flesh Of the children of the sun And the moon And the earth.