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.

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 last band gig was a month ago, March 15 — four days after the NBA and Tom Hanks canceled the world. The wedding was a gathering of 68 guests (I counted ’em) at the William Penn Hotel in Pittsburgh. Government guidelines back then were “no more than 100 people, por favor.” That changed the next day to “no more than 10, please.” The groom’s father had late-stage pancreatic cancer, so there was a certain urgency to the event. The rabbi showed up on a video screen. He wasn’t there. He was sick. A lot of people weren’t there. I, as the emcee, made four PSAs to wash hands.

My next-to-last gig was Purim, March 12, at a nursing home. As I left the gig, the administrators were posting signs: No Visitors. The other day a social worker from a nursing home called and told me about two recent deaths. I said, “From coronavirus?”

“No, from loneliness,” she said.

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1 Kenneth Goldberg { 04.15.20 at 11:21 am }

I’m currently in AsiaTown. I come here frequently, and last Dec. 25th I decided to come here, where it was a pretty ordinary day with about everything open (you can’t go to a Jewish – even Orthodox – area for that luxury). PSA: each Asian market here (they’re all somewhat exotic and always fascinating) has someone taking one’s temperature and handing out free masks and gloves. Perfect! They’re also sold inside, but in boxes.

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