I’m the bandleader of Yiddishe Cup, a klezmer band in Cleveland, Ohio. At about one-third of our gigs, the clients forget their checkbooks. The clients are all wound up in the simcha-tude of the moment  and don’t have “paying the band” on their minds.

According to the Talmud, day-laborers are supposed to get paid the same day they work. Doesn’t always work that way.

I pay my guys — my musicians — anyhow. We’re middle-aged musicians.  We’re not young dudes with the luxury of starving to death. Nobody in Yiddishe Cup is a doctor. Everybody thinks a klez band is full of musicians who are doctors and lawyers. Not always the case.