{"id":31644,"date":"2024-05-15T08:09:21","date_gmt":"2024-05-15T12:09:21","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.yiddishecup.com\/blog\/?p=31644"},"modified":"2024-08-07T09:49:55","modified_gmt":"2024-08-07T13:49:55","slug":"i-got-a-gig","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.yiddishecup.com\/blog\/2024\/05\/15\/i-got-a-gig\/","title":{"rendered":"I GOT A GIG . . ."},"content":{"rendered":"

 
\nI landed<\/strong><\/span> a gig. Other musicians wanted in on it. We played for a Russian immigrants\u2019 club at the Mayfield Road JCC, in 1988. The Russians liked the waltzes. Screw klezmer. I had hired two musicians who played with the Kleveland Klezmorim, Alan Douglass and Joel O’Sickey; and a Swiss jazz bass player, Francois Roland.<\/p>\n

For the next gig, I hired a black jazz guitarist. All his Dm chords came out like Dm7\u2019s (jazz chords). His name was Jewish though: Larry Ross.<\/p>\n

\"\"Those were the first two paying Yiddishe Cup gigs. The very<\/em> first Yiddishe Cup gig was non-paying. We played on John Carroll University\u2019s Jewish hour. The radio show host — a cantor, my<\/em> cantor — couldn\u2019t turn down a fellow congregant. Also, he often requested Jewish musicians stop by John Carroll to play on his show, and few did. John Carroll is a Jesuit school. Does Yeshiva University have a Catholic hour? The line-up for the John Carroll radio gig was Sandy Starr, fiddler from Indiana U.; Francois the Swiss; and me.<\/p>\n

The rest<\/strong><\/span> is\u00a0 . . . whatever.<\/p>\n

—<\/p>\n

Here’s my essay that was in the Cleveland Plain Dealer<\/em> on Friday:<\/span><\/p>\n

Keeping Faith with Israel<\/p>\n

CLEVELAND HEIGHTS, Ohio — I\u2019ve been hearing bad things about Zionism since at least 1975. That was the year I wore a sticker which read \u201cI Am a Zionist.\u201d I got the sticker at the El Al ticket counter at Ben Gurion Airport. The United Nations had just passed the Soviet-sponsored \u201cZionism is racism\u201d resolution<\/a>. (The U.N. revoked that conclusion in 1991.) I wore the sticker in Greece — my next stop after Israel. I was 25. In Greece, a slightly drunk Greek man kissed the sticker, mistaking it for the blue-and-white Greek flag.<\/p>\n

Back home, several of my friends were into edgier causes than Zionism. One friend said he was going to Cuba to harvest sugar cane. He didn\u2019t go to Cuba, but he talked about it. I took a Hebrew class at Hillel at Case Western Reserve University to pick up basic Hebrew expressions, which I then used in Israel. I had grown up attending The Temple (also known as The Temple-Tifereth Israel and Silver\u2019s Temple) in University Circle, and hadn\u2019t learned much conversational Hebrew. (The Temple in University Circle is now the Maltz Performing Arts Center.)<\/p>\n

\u201dThe Temple\u201d — the name — sounded snobby, and it was. One Shaker Heights boy got a ride to temple in a limo. The driver wore a chauffeur\u2019s cap. The limo wasn\u2019t a Rolls; it was a Buick station wagon. The Temple was founded in 1850 by German Jews. The Temple moved to Beachwood 25 years ago. The Temple is not snobby these days.<\/p>\n

Last century, The Temple wore its Zionism elegantly, in a Theodor Herzl, well-bred, top-hat way. Abba Hillel Silver<\/a> was the senior rabbi. He was God-like –or at least Moses-esque –with a mane of silver hair and a booming voice. Rabbi Silver — along with Rabbi Stephen Wise of New York — were the two most prominent rabbis in post-war America. In 1947, Silver addressed the U.N. General Assembly<\/a>. Silver said, \u201cWe are an ancient people and though we have often on the long, hard road which we have traveled been disillusioned, we have never been disheartened. We have never lost faith in the sovereignty and the ultimate triumph of great moral principles.\u201d<\/p>\n

The Temple, in the 1950s, sometimes held Sabbath services on Sundays instead of Saturdays, in a nod to their congregants\u2019 acculturation into mainstream Christian-dominated America. My family put out Easter eggs, and I got Christmas presents. (No Christmas tree, though.) On the Jewish High Holidays, my mother wrote to my teachers: \u201cPlease excuse Bert\u2019s absence from school due to religious observances.\u201d<\/p>\n

In the run-up to the 1967 Six-Day War<\/a>, my parents attended an Israel Bond rally for the first time. They, and a lot of other Jews, thought there might be a second Holocaust. But after the quick Israeli victory, my parents began to utter \u201cJew\u201d — the word — in public places in, for instance, restaurants, not caring whether other diners overheard them. In 1967, several of my high school friends wore \u201cJewish Power\u201d buttons, purchased via mail order from a hippie button shop in Greenwich Village. I didn\u2019t wear the button. The button-wearing kids had grown up in the Jewish section of South Euclid, near Cedar Center, not with the Italians like I had, closer to Mayfield Road. That Italian bread at Alesci\u2019s, on Mayfield Road, was my go-to purchase on my walks home from elementary school.<\/p>\n

My \u201cI Am a Zionist\u201d sticker is long gone, but I recently picked up a Jewish-star pin at a benefit for the American Friends of Magen David Adom (Israel Red Cross). I have played klezmer music at many community events and dozens of Israeli Independence Day celebrations. This year\u2019s Israeli Independence Day celebration is Tuesday, and my band will be there.<\/p>\n

Non-Jews, intrigued by the music, sometimes come up to me after performances and ask me some tough questions: \u201cDo Jews believe in Jesus?\u201d \u201cHow do you say c-h-a-l-l-a-h?\u201d \u201cIs Israel going to make it?\u201d<\/p>\n

My answers are: a) Jesus was a great man, but Jews don\u2019t consider him the son of God; b) \u201cChallah\u201d is pronounced with a guttural \u201cch,\u201d like you\u2019re clearing your throat; c) It\u2019s always a bad bet to count the Jews out. We\u2019ve been around a long time.<\/p>\n

The Jewish community in Cleveland numbers about 80,600. A Cleveland State University professor, Samantha Baskind, recently wrote an essay about Cleveland\u2019s Jewish community for Tablet, an online magazine. She mentioned how Cleveland sent 1,700 Jews to Washington on buses for a pro-Israel rally in Washington last year. The headline of the article was \u201cCleveland\u2019s Jewish Community Punches Above Its Weight Class<\/a>.\u201d<\/p>\n

Here in Cleveland, we hope and pray that Israel punches above its weight, too. On Tuesday, my band will play the tune \u201cAm Yisrael Chai\u201d for Israeli Independence Day. \u201cAm\u201d means \u201cpeople\u201d in Hebrew. \u201cYisrael\u201d means \u201cIsrael,\u201d but in a biblical sense, as in \u201cchildren of Israel,\u201d meaning the Jews of Israel, Cleveland, and everywhere else. \u201cChai\u201d means \u201clives.\u201d Put it all together and you get: The Jewish People Lives.<\/p>\n

Bert Stratton, a frequent contributor, lives in Cleveland Heights and has also written for The Wall Street Journal and New York Times. He writes the blog \u201c<\/i>Klezmer Guy: Real Music & Real Estate<\/i><\/a>.\u201d<\/i><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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