A couple musicians in my band freaked out when a critic called Yiddishe Cup’s CD “schizophrenic.” The reviewer, who said a ton of nice stuff, said we were schizophrenic because we attempted so many different styles.

That’s all the band members could think about: we’re schizos!

You need the skin of a rhino to be a performer.

Everybody has an opinion in the arts.   If you don’t have one, here are a couple:

The best way to knee-cap a jazz group: “They don’t swing.”

A blues band: “No soul.”

A klezmer band: “Dorks in vests.”