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.


 
 

MIDWEST POSEUR

 

I got semi-famous a few days ago when my article about the Rust Belt was published throughout the world. Question: how much rust can the world ingest?

A lot. My article, “My Rust Belt Doesn’t Rust,” was about my love for my Cleveland, my resentment of the term “flyover country,” and Go Cavs.

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A lot of papers ran it. It’s in Anchorage now. It was in the International New York Times.

Midwesterners have good manners, don’t raise their voices, and don’t care about credentials, etc. Around here (Cleveland) the only thing that matters is you didn’t go to Michigan.

Truth be told: I’m a Midwest poseur. All Jews, no matter where they live, are New York Jews. I play the Stratton/Ohio card to get published.  Another guy who occasionally plays that card is Bob Greene, who grew up in suburban Columbus, Ohio. He writes about Midwestern-ness, particularly about Bexley, the Shaker Heights of Columbus. I like that, probably because my wife grew up in Bexley. Now, if you want vintage Midwest, the true-blood cornfield stuff, read Sherwood Anderson’s Winesburg Ohio about Clyde, Ohio.

I see something in Italian. Gotta go. One more thing: can’t believe Stephen Curry might not make it to the Finals. Does San Fran have bad luck?  That would be so Rust Belt.

This is fiction — the bit about the newspaper article.

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3 comments

1 Mark Schilling { 05.25.16 at 9:26 pm }

My earliest Ohioan ancestor, Benjamin Rea, was picking up his mail from the Chillicothe post office in 1805 (true story), but you’re a heckuva lot more Ohio than I’ll ever be. New York? Fuggedaboutit.

2 Ken G. { 05.26.16 at 7:21 am }

And here I was thinking you were really being read by the Eskimos…. I agree that at least many Jews – and other large cities – are “New York Jews.” Why else, for the past 95 years, would a much higher proportion of them than the general population want to live in real apartment houses?

3 don friedman { 06.01.16 at 11:39 am }

Midwest poseur! Thanks, Bert for making me run to the dictionary to find out that you were referring to an insincere person. I know a couple of keyboard players who fit that description. Their names start with an M and the other has an Ax in it! Great article on Jack. Really enjoyed it because I have an ‘inside’ on the boy. Jack has motivation+ going for him. The thing about practice is that it doesn’t make anyone perfect. It does make for long term growth. Just like education doesn’t stop with a degree or two or ten. You keep growing throughout life. Some more than others.

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