Baritone: Ilan Noy Meir
In Moshav Tsipori, with beautiful Ruth in the apartment in Ramat Gan, in a house-car at the Negev, on a plane to France or just in the streets of Kyrgyzstan: Ilan is the soul of the wandering Klezmer. With a baritone in a beat-up suitcase, with a violin and old strings, or with a red megaphone and Yiddish words. Ilansky – he is the source of the smile you can’t take off when you see us playing in the street!
Ilan: “My recommendation for happy life: music, friends, and the right number of pills. All that and more you can find at the “Kleine”! (other than the pills).”
When he was manufactured in Germany in 1977, he did not imagine that he will spend the fourth decade of his life with a group of drunk (other than the driver) klezmorim sitting in his back and playing music.
“this gang dragged me around the whole country: squares and streets, parades and parties, traffic jams, streams and stages. One time they even drove me right into a pub. To tell you the truth? I enjoy every minute”.
Violin: Moshiko Givan
We took Moshiko to our wagon when he was still a child in Tivon. Since then, he taught dozens of students the secrets of bow and strings, moved to Tel Aviv, played on stages and in studios with the best of the best, finished an unending degree at the Academy of Music, played in the Andalusian Orchestra and did many more things. But for us he will always be the first Yemenite Klezmer!
מושיקו: "הלו,הלו! אני חצי בולגרי!"
Accordion: Yoav (Frid) Porat
Pianist, accordionist, with a one-million-zloty smile. An eternal student in the Tel Aviv Academy of Music. The restless engine of the band, the musical chef and the accountant with the pink wallet.
“When Hadar called and asked if I would like to come and play the accordion, I said: Gladly! But I don’t know how… Two months later I was already playing with the Kleine in a wedding. The best decision I have made in my life”.
Violin: Talia Herzlich
The difference between a Klezmer and other musicians is that the Klezmer smiles while playing. Talia has the sound and posture of a philharmonic violinist with the trill and smile of a small-town fiddler that sneaked into a Klezmer band. While studying violin in the Jerusalem Academy of Music and in Budapest, she moves with us from event to event, showering on the audience all this red-head goodness.
Talia: “I am so happy I sneaked in. This magic that moves from the old music, through the real joy of playing together and to the happy expressions of the people in the audience is something I did not experience anywhere else”.
Violin: Hadar Bratt
Klezmer band needs a Doctor of Materials Engineering, don’t you think? Also, she is a mother of three kids with beautiful Oded. In between she manages to charm in every performance with her constant smiling and a moving sound of the violin that is with her since childhood.
Hadar: “I didn’t imagine that the violin will be back to being part of me as an adult. And then came the Mentshalech. It is over a decade that we play together. Sometimes while riding in the back of (Hagibor??? = the truck), sometimes between the market stands, sometimes on a boat in Venice, sometimes with a nine-month-pregnant belly, always with a great joy, often with a tear of excitement from childhood.”
Sousaphone: Yair Beilin
Lives in Beit-Keshet with beautiful Tal (not Itay’s Tal…) and sweet Lev. A man of manual work and immobile phones. Started as the drummer of the Mentshalech a decade ago and followed his Klezmer soul (and the band’s needs) to the sousaphone, which also adds a few centimeters to his height. Together they are undoubtedly the most groyser kleine mentch in the region.
Yair: "Awake my brothers with a joyful heart!"
Percussion: Itay Tzur
Lives in Tivon with beautiful Tal and their daughters Matar and Shani. When he is not making crowds dance as a DJ in Libra Music, he brings us the right groove with a drum and drumsticks. If you ever saw us playing you probably felt how in one moment you (and the others) go from hesitated movements to a circle of excited clapping and jumping up in the air. That’s called a drummer who knows.
Itay: "איין, צוויי, דריי, פיר!"
Clarinet: Uri Appelboim
Lives in Tivon, in a house he built with his own hands, with beautiful Talia and three little bandits. In the morning you will find him in the woodshop with dusty work clothes and a pencil behind the ear. At night he wears a buttoned shirt and suspenders, blowing musical notes from long time ago to make people happy in recent time.
Uri: "Nisht Kratzen! - Vashen*."
*Stop scratching - go wash yourself!