24 Hours of FUNK!! Time for *THE GET DOWN* Tonight in NYC!
YO funksters and party people! Tonight I’ll be leading the The Get Down House Band at Club Iguana in midtown - it’s an all night party with a DJ, live music, tap dancers, pop & lock battles, freestyle rappers, a bit of everything but ALWAYS a good time! Come down and say bon voyage because a few hours after we close this joint I’m off to Los Angeles to play a solo show Thursday night at The Other Door in North Hollywood - gonna be a crazy 24 hours, hope you can be part of it on either coast!
PERSONAL ADDICT (LIVE) - Jason Yudoff & The New Hotness bringing the funk, recorded at The legendary Bitter End in New York City. The studio version of this track (off the album Tragic Hero) was selected to the Official2008 Grammy Ballot in the category of Record of The Year. No Shit.
I’ll be jamming 2 shows Coast To Coast within 24 hrs this Weds/Thurs. This WEDS night it’s The Get Down!! at Midnight at Club Iguana NYC, where I’ll be leading the Get Down House Band until 3AM!! Then I’ll crash for maybe 3 hours, head to the airport and fly to LA where I’ll hit it solo, 17 hours later!! Thursday Night at 8pm @The Other Door in North Hollywood, opening up “Carnyville” Hosted by LA TALK Radio Host Sheena Metal! LA people WHATUP! Spread the word to all your LA folks that might dig my vibe, am happy to be headed to the left coast again with some East Coast Funk in my hands! Bring IT!
“Room To Breathe" by Jason Yudoff - off of the album Tragic Hero.
This song was written about an extended 3 month period I lived with my ex-girlfriend after we broke up, because neither one of us wanted to give up our Manhattan apartment. Finally she moved out, but then I got thrown out anyway 2 months later because of an accumulation of 4 years of repeated noise violations.
High End Percussion. (And Why I Almost Smacked A Kid).
Just rocked Percussion with High Power Entertainment at some sick bar mitzvah in Long Island that must have cost over $200,000. It was basically in a castle, they had carnival & street performers, a cool vibey cocktail band, a ‘mentalist’ walking around blowing people’s minds with card tricks, casino games, photo booths, crazy awesome food, VIP rooms, hot chick dancers, loads of videographers and photographers, a 6 foot ice sculpture people carved well-wishes into, all sorts of shit. Worked with some of my faves - DJ Sal & MC Matty - and we rocked a 3 hour dance set with NO BREAK and kept that party flowing big time. But despite the black tie, upper-crusty adult vibe, the kids there were some of the most rude and entitled punks I’ve ever been around. Talk about spoiled brats. I mean, they’re too young for straight up gratitude I guess, but what kind of message does it send when attending these six figure events is just the normal saturday night? Setting some unreasonably high expectations for life, I’d say. They all moved in packs like Lord Of The Flies, looking to cause mayhem. I literally came close to smacking one of these brats - who was repeatedly disrespecting one of the female dancers - until I remembered he was 13 and I’d probably get my ass arrested. But boy, I really, really wanted to. One day, that kid is either going to be a classic date-rapist or get his ass kicked so badly that he’ll have to learn to walk the straight and narrow. I did scare a few of them just for fun, gotta get my kicks somehow and clearly the adults were too wasted to take action. But all in all, was a good time, made some good do re mi and jammed to a bunch of Michael Jackson and NO Lady Gaga. It’s the little things, man.
What do you do when gigs overlap on the same day? Was coming back from Charlotte NC last Friday (did a corporate drum gig with Industrial Rhythym - thank$) and my flight back to NYC was scheduled to land at 8:45 pm. I had a 10:45pm show with my band at Bowery Poetry Club in NYC the same night, I figured 2 hrs lag time was plenty. Imagine. Of course, my flight was 1 Hr 45 min late! I sweated it out in the Charlotte airport with the cast, sucking down California Rolls and Snickers and $3 bottles of water and charging my phone until the plane showed up. We finally landed at 10:15 pm (30 minutes to showtime) but it took almost a half hour to take the shuttle to long term parking, where I had left my faithful Black ‘98 Ford Explorer (with illegally tinted windows, natch). In retrospect I should’ve just cabbed it and come back later for the car. But instead I broke a multitude of traffic laws motoring through Queens like a demon trying to get to the Lower East Side on a Friday Night in 15 minutes, the standard ‘we’re running a bit late’ time on every gig in the known universe. Scattered members of my band had loaded in different pieces of my gear, and were sending me baiting texts: “Last song for the band before us.” Shit! ”Loading in, will try to stall..” Fuck! ”Sound checked. Guess we can do some covers..” No! “Dude. We might start with ‘Smells Like Teen Spirit” Noooooo!!! Flooring it while feeling my stage time dwindling away like Lindsay Lohan’s career prospects, I mercifully screeched to a halt outside the club at 11:10pm, where my good friend Rob was waiting to take my keys and find a spot (Over/Under on finding a Parking Spot in the East Village on a Friday Night: 20 minutes) I ran inside, a friend had my drink (Southern Comfort on the rocks, no fruit) waiting for me, I jumped onstage, wired as fuck, and played a kickass and energetic show. Great crowd, the band killed. Was still amped through the after-party! And the moral is…?