The beauty of cultural specificity in “schmeis bubble”

The room is full of steam (OK, it is smoke from the smoke machine), a cycle of accordion and clarinet through melodies that are joyfully melancholy, or perhaps melancholyly, in the way that can only be the music of Klezmer, Nick Cassenbaum wanders around with a bathrobe. From the moment I entered the brick in Williamsburg Brooklyn, I knew it was on a special night of theater. Bubble Schmeisis, The show of a single man from Cassenbaum (mostly) ab…