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 Wall Street Journal, New York Times and Washington Post.



When I’m drinking at the neighborhood bar, I like to hear a lot of noise. And when I’m at the corner restaurant, I want it loud in there, too. I like vibrations. Sometimes I pretend to get drunk just so I can be crazy-loud and incoherent. I try to knock over beer bottles with my voice.

When I’m riding the Rapid, I talk as loudly as possible. I see drops of bloods, people screaming at me, exclamation points (!) all over. Doesn’t bother me.

Should I attenuate? No. Potentiate? Probably. I’m 71. I’m not old. An old person is somebody who says, “It’s too loud in here.” I have never said that.

I hang out with my musician friends and talk about tinnitus and loud Orthodox Jewish weddings. Musicians are all sound wrestlers. Some of us are hard of hearing.

We’re not living in an abbey. Crank it up. I’m here to hear.

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1 Mark Schilling { 12.16.21 at 6:08 am }

“Drinking at the local bar”? Shouldn’t this be labeled “fake profile”? Or has the virus finally driven you to drink?

2 Bert Stratton { 12.29.21 at 10:01 am }

To Mark Schilling:

I just added “fake profile.”

3 Alan Schlaifer { 03.14.22 at 11:26 am }

Fabulous op-ed in WSJ today, Bert. As moving as your wonderful music. Enjoyed your group at Wiley a few years ago on visit to Cleveland with my wife, who’s from there. Keep up the good words and music.

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