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.



When Yiddishe Cup played in New York in 2006, we rented a van at LaGuardia Airport and drove to our hotel in Elmhurst, Queens, which was like Cleveland except for more Asians. The hotel was between a transmission shop and a Burger King. We played the Brooklyn Center for the Performing Arts.

On our way from Queens to the gig in Brooklyn, I saw a fender bender. The driver called out, “Would you be a witness?”

“No, I’m from Ohio,” I said. Hey, I was preoccupied with our rapidly approaching gig and not denting our ride — a 15-passenger rental van. I was weaving through very dense borough traffic, and the last thing I needed was an hour wait for the police before the gig.

We played for old people, not hipsters, in Brooklyn. I had my 1957 Brooklyn Dodgers baseball cards with me, and gave the audience a quiz: What was Duke Snider’s real first name? Edwin. What was Pee Wee Reese’s real name? Harold. What was Al Walker’s nickname? Dixie. The audience got every answer right. One man even knew Duke Snider’s height (6-1).


We played New York. Don’t forget that.

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1 joel feuer { 04.07.21 at 9:21 am }

You played Brooklyn College! I live near there. Wow, Laguardia is reasonably far distance, but I don’t know any other hotels in the area.

2 Kenneth Goldberg { 04.07.21 at 10:27 am }

“Old people” ARE hipsters – they tend to be very hip-conscious people!

3 Harvey Kugelman { 04.07.21 at 11:38 am }

wait, you packed your toothbrush, axe, a change of underwear, your stage hat, maybe a gogurt and … your childhood baseball cards? I’m digging the idea that you bring them everywhere. Rather than being the kind of packer your bandmates mock.

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