“Brilliant could easily describe Jordon Rothstein” – Beyond Race Magazine
Welcome to Vegan Folk-Jazz-Rock Singer Songwriter Jordon Rothstein’s site!
Jordon who scored a feature length film starring Hugh Jackman also had an underground hit with John Legend. Hear him sing Jordon’s Song” Hey Girl”, which has gotten over 3/4 of a Million hits on Youtube and hundreds of websites (You can listen at… “ Hey Girl sung by John Legend “ to see the hit count…or go to the bottom of the page to listen..the song is a ballad called Hey Girl). It is one of 3 of Jordon’s songs John has recorded.
Open Fields and Alleyways
Thank you for visiting artist Jordon Rothstein of “Mascot’s Distance” .
Fall of 2017-EVERY SATURDAY I PLAY FUNKY ORGAN ON SONGS BY CAROL KING,, TRACY CHAPMAN, THE EAGLES AND MORE… COME TO THE CORNER OF MAIN STREET AND SHORE ROAD IN PORT WASHINGTON (AYHAN’S MEDITERRANEAN ) 730-1030..
-2017/2018 Macot’s Distance shows TBA (Currently in preparations for recording new MD LP) and playing as a side man as an organist in a Classic R&B Funk Jazz Band and also in a Blues band..
Featured Jazz organist in Jazz sextet Magic Bean at Bean and Bean. Friday June 24h, at 8pm. No cover, located at 210-21 Northern Blvd, Bayside, NY 11361
Featured Jazz organist in Folk Jazz group Blue Dream at Bean and Bean. Friday May 27th, at 8pm. No cover, located at 210-21 Northern Blvd, Bayside, NY 11361
-Mascot’s Distance at the Cutting Room One set show. Saturday August 29th at 8pm. $20 cover, located at 44 E 32nd St, New York, NY 10010
-Mascot’s Distance at Merryall Playhouse on Saturday May 16th at 8pm. $15 cover, located at 8 Chapel Hill Road, New Milford, CT 06776—————————————————————————————-
Heartbreaker sung by Allie Moss of Ingrid Michaelson band
At 1:00 am 30 stories above the city street a light is flickering in a window. I imaginge some lonesome resident watching the tele, or working on a computer.
And I’m looking up imagining what ti’s like inside that apartment. Is there someone there to which I could relate? Or just a program designed for what the inside of a home looks like from without?
And then a bus passes by and I’m looking at a store front with a beautiful manikin stairing back at me, dressed in the latest fashion
How I wish I could paint with words.
To express ones inside in the hopes that someone might feel the same and from that sameness find comfort.
You know Winslow’s made me cry twice, does that make sense?
I want to go somewhere with this like the way classical music sounds coming thru a tiny cracked radio,
or the hope I feel when I wake up from a vivid dream that wasn’t a nightmare.
I want to go somewhere with no direction, just movement, no destination, none that can be reached at least.
Feeling unfettered and freedom at last..what? oh i thought u said something.
Yes unleashed like a beautiful yearning for the color in a black and white sunset that doesn’t exist anyway. And the world behind the mirror.
And small talk with meaning which is easy to understand.
Then to tap a spring and feed a well and grow in a field and wait no longer for a love that’s been dangled like a carrot for to long, just around the corner, one more second if only I tried a little harder, is it now in reaching distance?
And then just the fog of a damp spring evening.
The doorman all on the watch and the suburbanites in there trucks on their way home.
Back to there far away perches, where they can see the city with some prespective, different from us i imagine.
Us the dust, the dirt, the sturdy, the broken yet working, the usual crowd, the ones in the stairwell who see by different vision, and never think to ask, yet rather choose to wait it out.
All the while knowing I could do better.
Below are a few twitter responses to Jordon’s song Hey Girl Featuring John Legend.
tweet- “…We were chatting about fave songs, i have a top 11 now john legend-hey girl :)
tweet-“JOHN’S VOICE TINGLES MY SPINE! The lyrics are very meaningful and the piano is gorgeous!
tweet- “Beautiful piece John! you did it again Mr. legend. I have SO many favorites of you now, including this song.
tweet- #SongsThatGiveMeGoosebumps John legend Hey girl
Reviews by – Marco Passarelli
-It would be too easy to write off Jordon Rothstein and Mascot’s Distance as disciples of Ben Fold Five or Keane. Sure, they all boast guitar-less line ups and ultra catchy melodies but that is as far as the comparisons should go. Mascot’s Distance is quickly becoming a staple on the NYC singer/ songwriter scene and this EP gives ample proof of the band’s talents; which are considerable. Musically, they venture into the jazz-inflected pop realm of Steely Dan, complete with all of the dark humor.
Vocalist/ pianist Jordan Rothstein even displays the sometime deadpan vocal quirks of Donald Fagan or Lou Reed. Bassist Joe Burcaw and drummer Yutaka Uchida provide a swinging, and yet thoroughly driving, back drop on “Avenue B” and “Talk Show Circuit”. Highly recommended. Go to www.mascotsdistance.com for more information.
Toad show review by Robert Whyte…
Mascot’s Distance – Music is such sardonic sorrow…
-At last an original sound in that spiny, sparkling streak of sardonic American music occupied by Steely Dan. Like that sinuously sardonic duo, Mascot’s Distance have pinned their barbs, bitter but somehow optimistic, on the sacred donkey of popular music. There’s more than one sting in those tales. Over the pond, the use of seductive hooks and jazz influenced energy featured in the great work of the Style Council.
The characteristics I am identifying in this triumvirate (Steely Dan, Style Council, Mascot’s distance) — which to some people might sound like a triumvirate of Paris (yes), New York (yes) and Muswellbrook (huh?) is a synthesis of jazzy, poppy melody hooks with lyrics like acid-etched fingernails across the blackboard of the brain. Never without humor, but always with a glittering glimpse of the darker side of apple-pie and picket-fence America. The use of sweet chords and rhythms combined with bitter lyrics, a hallmark of Steely Dan and Style Council, is a pervasive thread in the efforts of Mascot’s Distance. The USA, thought by many to be an irony-free zone, has once again been proven otherwise.
I write this on the occasion of Mascot Distance’s second release simply known as “The New EP”.
Mascot’s Distance is a three piece outfit from New York City led by songwriter/producer Jordon Rothstein (keys and vocals), Yutaka Uchida (drums and backing vocals) and Joe Burcaw (bass and backing vocals.
Talk Show Circuit is a rollicking ditty taking a swipe at that most evil of cultural phenomenon, the tell-all talk show. It starts with a keyboard intro reminiscent of the “music box” intro from King Harvest’s one and only hit, “Dancin’ in the Moonlight”. Jordon plays harmonica and fuses that skipping, breathy sound with keys.
All Man’s Land has telling echoes of Donald Fagen’s 1950s “future” evoking those spandex (Brand X) jackets in IGY. Hammond XB2 organ through a rotating Leslie speaker, combines with bass and drums and piano somewhat reminiscent of Nicky Hopkins when he played with Quicksilver Messenger Service. The song is fashioned from one of those lazy, rising, spiralling progressions, seeming to climb higher and higher, giving it a strange, pervasive exuberance.
Chesterville, is more like the piano/vocal tunes featuring on the previous album, a full length CD just called Mascot’s Distance. The band comes in after the first verse, and the instrumentation builds. The bass resonates with a doubled vocal and a nice choir of ooh aah backing vocals.
Avenue B. There is a very strange idea in this Randy Newman-esque song with a hint of the circus morning weather” and proposes that if you were to spend time in the cellar during the week, relinquishing your weekday sunshine, you could get that stored sunshine on to the weekends. Quiet interludes of strange observations lead about it. Jordon sings: “saving up for weekend to thumping chordal choruses, filled with shimmering high hats. Hand claps start the song (gotta love hand claps).
All in all a very fine effort with much to recommend keeping a watch on this band for future offerings.