Playing to the Crowd

Mel and some of his Friday night faithful
BOSTON — Early in the evening, he can understand it. People are tired from the day. They amble in, they settle down, they sip a pint, they talk amongst themselves. Fair enough.
But by 10 p.m., Mel Stiller has been sitting behind the piano, pounding away, for two hours. So sue him if he’d like to hear a little singing.
Is it really that hard to thumb through the pages of his songbook; call out the numbers of songs you want to hear; tilt your head back, open your mouth, and give him something that resembles music?
“Pathetic!” Mel yelled at a table full of talkers the other night.
This is not the Mel his family sees at home — the thoughtful husband, the doting dad, the beaming grandfather of four. It’s not even the Mel his staff sees every day, on the seventh floor of some downtown building, where he is president of the nonprofit Consumer Credit Counseling Service.
But this is the Mel who has showed up, nearly every Friday night, at Jacob Wirth restaurant, for the past 20 years — the loud, cranky entertainer, working the crowd in one of Boston’s oldest restaurants.
If you ask Chris Dempsey, a 26-year-old regular, the man bears a striking resemblance to someone else he knows. Works all day in a sterile office. Breaks out occasionally for the greater good.
“He’s a little bit like Superman,” says Chris.