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 has written op-eds for the New York Times, Wall Street Journal and Washington Post.



You’re interested in klezmer music, but tell me honestly, do I exhaust you with too much klezmer reporting?

I’m the only klezmer journalist in the world, so yes I’m prolific. No wait, there are a couple more writers . . . Rogovoy in Massachusetts, Kun of California, Robinson in New York, Davidow in Boston.  And some academics too.

We meet up virtually, and collaboratively, right here. At least I think we do.

My life is filled with klezmer.  Do other people have klezmer dreams? Do people have bluegrass dreams? Why would they?  What about Chagall — didn’t he have klezmer dreams?

Existence is a wall to climb over.

I’m over it.

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I have no big statement on klezmer. I started playing it because I didn’t know what else to do.  Buddy Holly, I like him; B.B. King, excellent. I couldn’t be those guys. I tried.

In college I wrote about jazz.  There is jazz writing. There are jazz journals. What about klezmer journals?  I started one: Klezmer Guy. It’s online. Check it out.

I like quirky music with glitches — in short the wrong note in the right place.  I like the staccato of Yiddish and the clarinet.  My speech is a cluster of blobs and blurts. Some of it makes sense.

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1 Mark Schilling { 08.20.14 at 9:28 am }

I write about Japanese movies in English for a living, which also makes me a journalist guild of one. I also have strange dream encounters with Tom Cruise and various J actors you’ve never heard of. I’m cool with it.

2 Ari Davidow { 08.20.14 at 9:36 am }

I like being in a group as large as the low single digits. Wouldn’t mind more company, but it’s nice not to be alone!

3 Ken G. { 08.20.14 at 10:27 am }

Thanks for the tip, Bert. I’ll check out “Klezmer Guy” online when I have a chance. How do I access it?

4 Dave Rowe { 08.25.14 at 4:23 pm }

Well, there CAN be bluegrass dreams – say it’s about 30 years ago, and you’re at a Bill Monroe concert. It’s outdoors and it’s blistering hot and the guitar player keels over. Bill asks if there’s a picker in the house and you step in. By the time “Blue Moon of Kentucky” comes around, you’re deadset in the groove, on your way to becoming a full-fledged Blue Grass Boy.

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