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.


 
 

VULFPECK’S MANAGER

by Bert Stratton

I’ve been managing bands for years, mostly as a hobby. I know something about marketing, booking and touring. I won’t discuss that stuff here, other than to say the most important thing nowadays is DIY: publicity stunts, cameo appearances at strip joints, stealth holographic projections of your band onto billboards at night.

vulf peckI have this group, Vulfpeck, who I manage informally. They do the opposite of whatever I tell them. Like I say send a press release to the New York Times, and they don’t.  They don’t know what a press release is.  They’re all about social media.  I’m about social too; hello, my name is  _________.

Vulfpeck, they have no idea how well I manage them. I lead a second life through those guys, at no charge to them. Right now two of them are in L.A., one is in Ann Arbor, and the other is at a racino in Toledo.  I follow them.  (I know where you are too, and I’m not pleased.)

Check out this terrific Vulfpeck vid, “Christmas in L.A.” Came out yesterday. Get in on the ground floor. Has a dog in it:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d5K3UgrPdbQ&feature=share

I tell Vulfpeck to sell themselves.  Get a publicist for starters.  Naturally, they don’t. They generate fuzz through Facebook and Twitter.  I’m old school; they’re New School.  I need help from the Urban Dictionary.  (“Fuzz” means “hipster buzz” — to me.)

I’m Vulfpeck’s manager. They don’t know it.  If they did, they’d fire me.

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This is a fake profile.  Or at least 51 percent fake.

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6 comments

1 Ken Goldberg { 12.10.14 at 2:03 pm }

This is called a “long-distance relationship.” The group’s members are diverse, so they should get plenty of business.

2 Marc Adler { 12.10.14 at 2:17 pm }

Vat’s a nice Yiddishe boychick doink makink a Christmas
zong?

3 Seth B. Marks { 12.10.14 at 3:51 pm }

Here’s a couple of apt (not an abbreviation for apartment) cliches. You can lead a wolf to water but you can’t make them drink; there are many paths to get from here to there; there is nothing so futile as regret; this hurts me more than it hurts you; we learn more from mistakes than from success.

I’m not related, well only tangentially, but I feel your pain, sigh.

4 Ken Goldberg { 12.10.14 at 6:44 pm }

The Spanish-style house on the opening attachment is artistic, anyway.

5 Ken Goldberg { 12.11.14 at 1:55 pm }

Possibly 52 percent fake??

6 Dave Rowe { 12.16.14 at 9:54 pm }

The thing to do is give them all uniform suits and haircuts and book them on a variety show – with the proceeds, shoot a couple movies. Or maybe sign them to a contract to make 37 lousy movies with lame soundtrack music. As Neil Young might say, “The King is gone but he’s not forgotten.”

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