THE BUDDY HOLLY
KLEZMER BAND
This is KlezFiction . . .
I dream about klezmer music and Buddy Holly. I want to be Buddy Holly, but I have to settle for Klezmer Guy.
Animal voices — the sound of cats and fleas. Significant to my music? I need to find out.
There are no rules for good music, only examples of it.
Yiddishe Cup’s Meshugeneh Mambo is a terrific record. Klezperanto –- another good choice. (By the group Klezperanto.)
The wrong song in the wrong place can be the right song.
Hope You Like Klezmer, a coffee table book, has more than 100 color photos of klezmer musicians. Some tied up, some with instruments in odd places. I’m in a bathtub with reeds, like Moses.
Half-ended melodies are fun.
I’m here. Hineni. Take it or leave it.
Please, don’t go!
Fine, go.
I want to play medium-sized halls — 1,500-seat venues — this summer with my band: the Buddy Holly Klezmer Band.
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Check out “Renting the American Dream” in the latest City Journal. It’s not fiction. Read the comments too.
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Yiddishe Cup plays Wiley Middle Scho0ol lawn, University Heights, Ohio, 7:30 p.m. Thurs. July 25. Indoors if raining. Free ice cream.
Here’s a vid from the 2009 Wiley show:
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The ideas expressed here – they’re so deep I can’t fathom them. Deeper than the ocean.
[re “Renting the American Dream” essay in City Journal]
I know what you mean by landed gentry. When I was a kid my family on my father’s side had been in Rhode Island for 50 years. I felt like an immigrant. But 50 years later it’s like they came over on the Mayflower.
As for a wish to be Buddy Holly some of what’s needed is an A chord, a D chord and an E chord on a guitar (with an F thrown in on Peggy Sue.) I imagine they go well on clarinet using the root notes.
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