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.



Downtown Detroit has many detour signs. When you think you’re heading back to Ohio, you’re not. You’re on your way to Detroit Metro airport. Don’t play for peanuts in Detroit. You’ll feel like a fool when you’re lost on a Michigan freeway at 2 a.m.

In the Yiddishe Cup van, each musician has an assigned role. The drummer is in charge of windshield fluid. Our dance leader supplies the bottled water. Our keyboard player loads the van; he knows the secret order of packing the gear.

Van life smells. Think about it: six guys in a metal box, topped with cherry scent courtesy of the van-rental company. The icing: Krispy Kremes. Our driver eats that stuff like he’s on death row.

By the way, this blog post is a flashback. Haven’t been on a van trip in a while.

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1 Ken Goldberg { 03.15.23 at 1:25 pm }

You guys are such a first-class operation, nothing but a limousine should suffice….

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