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The best kept secret in music


"Jordan: Partying With Heart"


A carpenter, a dental hygienist and a headhunter walk into a bar. One picks up a harmonica, the other a bass. The last - a gregarious, wide-eyed bear of a man - grabs hold of an acoustic guitar that looks more like a toy ukulele in his hands.
But before the punchline arrives, a party breaks out. A rowdy bar-band sing-along that quickly picks up any club, even the ersatz Irish pub Finnegan's in Novato last weekend (a stripped-down show sadly missing drummer Steve Toomey).
Barely legal Marin vixens chime in with a tongue-in-cheek cover of Britney Spears' "Hit Me Baby One More Time." The hilarious lyrics to "Hugs Not Drugs" inspires a giddy dyed-blonde to yell, "He said, 'jugs!'"
No matter where the Pat Jordan Band plays - at Santa Rosa's Last Day Saloon this weekend for St. Patrick's Day, a regular gig at the Russian River Brewing Co. or the Red Devil Lounge in San Francisco - the homegrown Sonoma County foursome is quickly becoming the most likely to move booties on the dance floor, sell beer and Jaegermeister at the bar and get a crowd to sing along.
Standing out on the back patio of Finnegan's after the gig, Pat Jordan is sweating so much he has to grab a flannel shirt from his car to throw over a baseball jersey. An executive-search maven by day, the 27-year-old Cardinal Newman grad is nursing a free beer around midnight, clearly happy about winning over another new crowd. It seems to happen wherever he goes.
His familiar rootsy songs channel the barefoot melodies of Dave Matthews or John Popper. But it's still a sound all his own - a catchy acoustic groove that goes over well from pub to frat party, as songs about 10-foot-high devotion and running into an old high-school crush in the hardware store segue easily from Bob Marley to Bob Dylan.
Chatty riffs set up jokes and knock them down. The art of playing wingman translates into "Taking one for the team, so your buddy can live the dream." "Hugs Not Drugs" keeps coming back to "can and jugs" before he name-drops Sugar Ray Leonard in a line "boosted" from outtakes of the "Liar, Liar" DVD.
But he's quick to mix it up. The song he's most proud of, "Lucky Loser," seems on the surface like a breakup song. In a plaintive tone, the chorus begs, "Who's the lucky loser of this fight?"
Beneath the melody, it's a very personal story.
"I'll probably never write another song like that," Jordan says, pausing and taking a deep breath as his eyes well up.
When he was old enough to understand, his mother told him about his twin sister who died at birth, leaving him with the question: "I wonder who the lucky one is, the one who died right away or the one left to fight - so who's the lucky loser?"
It's not something he dwells on, but the point is obvious: On the surface, the Pat Jordan Band may be a tip-jar party band, but it's a party band with a heart and a surprising knack for turning 20-something experience into compelling lyrics.
"We don't have a weird scarf on our neck and weird pants, and we're not booking our photo shoot tomorrow," Jordan says.
"It's not always about us. People say, 'Oh I want to go to the Pat Jordan show because I haven't seen that guy Steve in the longest time and I know he'll be there.' And I look down sometimes and it's heartwarming, and then other times I just want to party with you guys right now."
Harmonica player Dallas Jones doesn't see any separation: "It's like we're in the crowd. We are the crowd when we play music, there's no difference."
Since 2002, when Jordan started playing solo, working out the live dynamic, gig by gig, and slowly gathering a following, the band has played venues like Petaluma's Mystic Theatre and the Red Devil Lounge, opening for American Drag, Five A.M. and Bag of Toys. From benefit gigs at the Sonoma Developmental Center to annual Chico State alumni bashes outside AT&T Park, they'll play almost anywhere.
In 2004, he met bassist Justin Bordessa after posting an ad on Craigslist. The part-time dental hygienist was playing upright jazz bass at the time, but Jordan showed him the chord progression to "Get Go," which would later become the lead song on their independently produced debut CD "April's Fools." The two became inseparable.
Inspired by bands like O.A.R. Guster and Bob Schneider, Jordan ran into Jones, a journeyman carpenter who was playing "hip-hop harmonica" at a house party. Drummer Toomey eventually hopped on board, and the band started rehearsing in a Healdsburg warehouse.
Now, they're plotting a six-date run in June, starting off at the Sweetwater Saloon in Mill Valley, moving on to Santa Barbara and the Viper Room in Hollywood.
To uninitiated promoters, Jordan tells it like this: "We're easy on the ears. We have fans from like 50 years old to 5 years old. And we're the type of band that belongs in the corner of your bar because we're having a blast and our (stuff) ain't offensive and you can tune it out or tune it in as much as you want."
Back on - The Press Democrat


"April's Fools" 2004


Feeling a bit camera shy


it started in a smoke-filled garage in northern california. it started at the beach, by a lake, and in living rooms and backyards. it started... with pat.

pat grew up in a large and loving family. his house was (and still is) a home; always filled with friends who found it to be a welcoming environment. a home away from home. it was in this house, surrounded by those who knew him best and loved him most, that pat began to play.

at first he played what he knew. artists he connected with, and songs that challenged or touched him... or both. it's often frustrating to teach yourself how to play guitar, and there were times when it looked as though he might give up. he didn't. over time, pat started to build confidence, and realize his potential as a guitarist, and a writer. in the beginning there were brief glimpses of something raw and unrefined, yet powerful. these moments would appear, and quickly pass, but eventually developed into vivid and lasting periods of beautiful and honest music. pat was beginning to show us the singer-songwriter he had become... or always was.

as he started to write and follow the path that has lead him to where he is today, he became dissatisfied with his songs rarely escaping the walls of his garage, and his circle of friends. pat needed a band. knowing what he wanted, and what he needed, it took some time and experimentation for him to put together a band. a team of other musicians that would compliment his musical style, and more importantly, his personality. with the blazing beats and complex rhythms of drummer steve toomey, and the subtle yet strong grooves provided by bassist justin bordessa, the pat jordan band has found it's niche in the north bay, and has defined itself as the band to see. having built a solid following, and a faithful fanbase, the pat jordan band is poised for their inevitable explosion upon the national music scene.

it is every musician's nightmare to have someone attempt to describe their sound... understanding this, it makes most sense to be brief. a pat jordan band concert is more than just music. it's more than just a good time. it's seeing, and getting to know a man with a guitar. hearing his words, finding his melodies, and letting it take you over.

also? it's about getting drunk.