THE YIDDISHE CUP TOUR
Yiddishe Cup did a month tour in June ’13. We had a touring bus, and a ton of guys, like a lighting guy, sound guy and tour manager. You know, the usual. We never had to set up anything. We had a masseuse. We had hot meals.
We had screaming fans. It wasn’t about Yiddishe Cup. We weren’t even “Yiddishe Cup.” We were “Cup,” which happened to be a very competent band of predominantly old Jews.
I jogged a lot to keep my sanity. The screaming teenage fans could drive you nuts. We sold 10 Yiddishe Cup CDs, total. Not our crowd, I’ll admit. But we were the “support” band, and we ably supported the star, who sold $30,000 in merch a night. (The star wants to remain anonymous.) The idea of a pop icon touring with a bunch of old Jews was novel, and it worked. But I wouldn’t do it again.
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For real? A masseuse? I got cataracts and back pain. Lemme know if you go on tour again and I’ll play something.
Your subconscious fantasies are coming through.
twilight zone music playing in the backround
Alice, you are funny!
So what’s “merch?” It’s not in my handy dictionary. Screaming teenagers? Has your group around long enough to be on the Dick Clark Show? Ed Sullivan?
Let’s hope your wives don’t find out about all those groupie girls.
To Ken Goldberg:
“Merch” is “merchandise.” Try urban dictionary next time.
If you give me a copy I might keep it. We’re in Cleveland, after all….
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