Come Worry with Us!

Synopsis: Violinist Jessica Moss and singer/guitarist Efrim Menuck are struggling to balance parenthood with making music in their internationally acclaimed Montreal-based band Thee Silver Mt. Zion Memorial Orchestra. They are one of a growing number of bands to have accepted an infant (Efrim and Jessica's son, Ezra) into their touring life. Making a living has never been more difficult for musicians: a downloading generation has shattered the economics of the music industry, and constant touring has become synonymous with economic survival. Touring with children is both costly and complicated, yet Jessica and Efrim, and fellow band mates Sophie Trudeau, Thierry Amar and Dave Payant, are determined to combine family life and being on the road with the band's deep political commitment. As SMZ perseveres in making art and an honest living, we follow Jessica as she discovers the parallel path that mothers can find themselves on while attempting to pursue artistic endeavours along side their peers.
Director(s): Helene Klodawsky
Production: CatBird Films
81 min


The hangman's got a hard-on

The pretty minstrels sway

The pundit reeks of coffin

The banker rapes a maid

We will not sing

In your damn parade


We will not sing

In your damn parade

We will not sing

In your damn parade

We will not sing

In your damn parade

We will not sing

They were really

serious people

that were taking

the world seriously.

When I heard that they were

thinking about expanding their band

I jumped at the opportunity.



We made this decision

that we were going

to be a touring band.

We were going to be able to throw

our sh*t on any stage anywhere

any day of the week

and at least win over

a handful of people

in the room.

Some! Hearts! Are! True!

Some! Hearts! Are! True!

Every song Mt. Zion

has ever played

has sort of had the same

basic theme to it.

That, you know, things are bad now

and they have to get better,

which will get you heckled

at a lot of places

if you start

talking about that stuff.

But people are good

and together we can do anything.


Merci. Merci. Merci.

Thank you.


Oh, there we go,

see that's good. Let him hear it.

We never considered

not touring with Ezra.

We were making a record. We were

going to tour as much as we could.

I was worried but I felt

really confident as well.

I knew we could do it.

We toured through

North America and Europe.

He went from six months

to nine months during that period.

I've put it in such

a safety deposit box

and put it so far out

in the back of my head.

It was incredibly difficult.

For both of us.

It was an incredibly

difficult experience. It really was.

It was pretty lonely

and isolating

and there was not

very much sleep.

And I felt so on the outside

of my band on that tour.

I felt like a burden.


I just felt

guilt and inadequacy on that tour,

on the parenting front.

I felt incapable

of doing more.

We sort of got separated

into these traditional roles very quickly.

All I knew how to do

was keep this baby happy.

Efrim needed to be out in the world

taking care of everything else.

I built myself a metal bird

I fed my metal bird

On the other hand,

you know, we did it. We did it.

You know, I look at the photos

and it was incredible what we did.

Ezra was learning

how to stand and walk

on the bus

while it was moving.

You want me

to write a dog?

You want me

to write a train?

I'm going to

write you a train.

Say, "Hi, camera."

If it weren't

for getting to know Jessica's family,

I have no experience

with good familial relationships.

Even though I loved Ezra I didn't know

how to relate to him so much.

I think I was emotionally absent

almost all of the time.

We were both

very unprepared

for the enormity

of having an infant.

I didn't get too freaked out

when I was broke before, you know?

Now I get super anxious.

Any touring musician,

your bank account is going to go up

and they get drained

almost immediately.

Like anyone who's

doing contract work.

The expenses of touring for us

have gone through the roof.

It's a lot more expensive

for us to tour now.

We have to

bring a nanny,

we have to tour

in a tour bus,

which we never considered

doing before we had a kid.

I mean, you know,

those are huge expenses.

Most of my head now is consumed

with this idea that I have to provide.

Daddy. Oh, Daddy.



Yeah. I'll bet.

Go bye-bye.

Go bye-bye.

We've been together six or seven

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