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.



My friend Charlie came from Detroit to visit the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame.  Charlie collects Grande Ballroom (Detroit) rock-concert posters and wanted to check out the Rock Hall’s collection.

Charlie gave me a day’s notice.  Turns out, we didn’t see the Rock Hall. We walked to Fairmount Circle to Dave’s Cosmic Subs. Dave himself was there. Dave doesn’t own the Fairmount Circle sub shop and never did. (It’s a franchise of his.)  School kids were excited daves substhat Dave was there. Dave is a former rock and roller of some sort.  I’m not crazy about him because I once rode my bike to Dave’s Chagrin Falls store and ordered a sub, chips, and a cup for water, and he told me he had no cups; I had to buy a bottle of water. That stuck with me. Then the same thing happened last month at Fairmount Circle, and I ranted, “What about Taco Bell? McDonald’s?  You can get a cup anywhere.  It’s bad for business!”

Charlie and I met with Ralph Solonitz, Klezmer Guy’s illustrator, at Fairmount Circle Dave’s. Then Irwin Weinberger of Yiddishe Cup strolled by on his way to the dentist.  Super power-lunching. We talked retirement.  Charlie told me to “float,” which meant take it easy.  That would be hard.

Irwin (L) and Ralph

Irwin Weinberger (L) and Ralph Solonitz

Charlie and I rode the Rapid and checked out downtown buildings. We also saw the play The Merry Wives of Windsor and biked.  The next day at Corky & Lenny’s, we talked stock investments.  Charlie is big on rock music, but not that big, apparently.  We would need 36 hours in Cleveland to see the Rock Hall.

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1 Ken G. { 11.05.14 at 9:36 am }

I wouldn’t be surprised if even high-end Ben & Jerry’s would have supplied water (in your hour of need).

2 Bert Stratton { 11.05.14 at 9:49 am }

To Ken G.:
I should bring my own water to Dave’s. Actually, when I bike there now, I do. I use the water bottle from my bike.

3 Ken G. { 11.05.14 at 2:53 pm }

You should deduct it from Dave’s bill.

4 Dave Rowe { 11.15.14 at 8:58 pm }

The Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, the much ballyhooed Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, was — when I was there, a decade or so back — a disappointment. No Elvis artifacts, no Pete Townsend-smashed Strat, no John Lennon-penned cartoons, no Keith Richards hypodermic needles, no Dylan sunglasses. In other words the place was not much to write home about.

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