TURN IT DOWN!
A bride asked Yiddishe Cup to play quietly at her wedding. I said, “Great! I’m in two Facebook groups: ‘I Hate Cilantro’ and ‘I Hate Loud Music.’”
I attended a wedding — as a guest — where the band blasted like they were at Noriega’s palace. Then a DJ — at an adjoining party, behind a folding wall — blasted like he was landing cargo planes.
There were about 225 guests at the wedding I was at, and I was the only one bugged?
My wife thought the band was terrific. She said, “They are like a magnet, pulling me to the dance floor.” (My wife, in turn, pulled me to the dance floor.)
The band had no keyboard player or bass player. The lead singer cued backing tracks on his laptop. The drummer faked it. And they were very loud!
I should have texted the president of the “I Hate Loud Music” Facebook group to report the band. (I think my former rabbi, Michael Hecht, is the honorary president of the group.)
Every time Yiddishe Cup played at Congregation Beth Am, Rabbi Hecht would ask us to turn it down. Yiddishe Cup’s keyboard player –- who was also our sound guy — would shake his head and mutter under his breath, “I can’t turn it down any more. The sound system is completely off!”
Somewhat scary old guy: Rabbi Hecht. Rabbi Hecht’s understudy: me.
THE JOYS OF CROSS-COUNTRY SKIING
In the 1970s, Newman-Adler Sporting Goods rented out cross-country skis from a shack in Forest Hill Park, Cleveland Heights.
It snowed like crazy in the 1970s.
Then it didn’t snow much in the 1980s. Everybody owned X-C skis by then — with several kinds of wax — but no snow. Newman-Adler stopped renting skis at Forest Hill. In fact the store went out of business.
With X-C, the snow has to be just right — not too slushy. If the snow isn’t perfect, you don’t glide right. If there is a dog or human footprint in the track, that mess things up too. Then there are ice patches.
That said, X-C skiing is a must-do at least once a winter.
Is it time?
Uh . . .