Real Music & Real Estate . . .

Yiddishe Cup’s bandleader, Bert Stratton, is Klezmer Guy.
 

He knows about the band biz and – check this out – the real estate biz too. So maybe he’s really Klezmer Landlord.
 

You may not care about the real estate biz. Hey, you may not care about the band biz.  (See you.)
 

This is a blog with a gamy twist. It features tenants with snakes and skunks, and musicians with smoked fish in their pockets.
 

Stratton is an occasional contributor to the New York Times, the Times of Israel, the Cleveland Plain Dealer and City Journal. He won two Hopwood Awards.


 
 

MUSIC! CALL THE COPS

Constantin Ferrito, a neighbor, was an usher at the Stadium.  Good for him.  Not good for us — the neighborhood kids.  Mr. Ferritto didn’t allow kids to sneak into the box seats, even though Cleveland Municipal Stadium was usually three-quarters empty.

Mr. Ferritto’s wife was also  hard on us.  Specifically, she was very sensitive to noise — except her son’s.  Her son, John,  played piano a lot.  He would not shut up on piano.

I practiced an hour a day on clarinet; John Ferritto was just getting warmed up at an hour.

Another neighbor, Frankie, practiced a half hour on trumpet and a half hour on piano.  His father kept a clock on him.  Frank’s sister punched the clock for a half hour on piano and a half hour on accordion.

John Ferritto ultimately attended the Cleveland Institute of Music and Yale, and became a conductor.

Right now –- a million decades later –- a neighbor is playing drums a block from me.  I might call the cops on him.  I’m sick of hearing his drums. He plays in his garage, and the sound reverberates.  He plays all year round, even during school hours; he must be an adult.

Should I call the cops?

Nobody called the cops on John Ferritto.  Nobody called the cops on me.

Somebody did call the cops on Yiddishe Cup.  We were playing a bar mitzvah party in a backyard in Shaker Heights.  No music allowed  in Shaker after 10 p.m.

I can’t call the cops.

My best option: Go nuts.


Footnote: “Frank” is a pseudonym.

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Here’s an original yideo, “Is Dave Brubeck Jewish?”


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5 comments

1 Bill Jones { 08.03.11 at 9:58 am }

Bert, if I am not mistaken, there is a noise ordinance in Shaker with specific decibels involved. You might check it out.

Alternatively, you might talk to your council person about tightening the amount of time one can keep the noise going in terms of hours per day and days per week etc. Assert your rights.

2 Emilie123 { 08.03.11 at 10:05 am }

Love your Blog Entry.
It made me laugh.
That is good.
Liked the video you made.
:-)

3 don friedman { 08.03.11 at 7:58 pm }

As president of the Drummers Organization of Nevada (otherwise known as DON), I take umbrage at your attitude towards drummers who practice a lot in their garage.

You should feel sorry for them. If they have a drumset in the garage, they don’t have a car!

I have e mailed your negative attitude to our brother organization, Jews At Central Kansas (also known as JACK)!

Whhhssss (The sound made while letting off steam).

4 Irwin Weinberger { 08.03.11 at 9:23 pm }

When I was 17, I used to practice sax up in my bedroom. One Saturday morning my dear mother yelled up the stairs that there was a police officer at the front door responding to a neighbor’s complaint about my playing.

Since then, I’ve fielded a number of complaints about my playing, but that was the only one involving the police.

5 Ellen { 08.10.11 at 10:39 am }

I used to have to practice my clarinet in the farthest (ickiest) room of the basement — with the door closed — because otherwise our German Shepherd would go crazy when she heard it….

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