Where HAVE all the cowboys gone? "Inappropriate" is coming to town.

What? Duane Park moved?  It's where the old Bowery Poetry Club used to be?  Downtown?  Amongst the people?

Hey errrybody...

I'm so pleased to announce that I'm coming back to Duane Park.  I just love the people there.  If you haven't heard, Duane Park has moved across town to the Bowery (308 Bowery between Bleecker and Houston Streets to be exact).   The new space is beyond luxurious.  At some point, we'll discuss the staircase that unfolds onto the stage.  If you've never caught my show at the former Duane Park, now is the time!!  Tuesday night, 4/30 at 8PM.  As usual, there is no admission charge.  If you'd like to reserve a table and grab some food (which is superb, btw), just give them a call at (212) 732-5555 or you can email your reservation to duanepark@earthlink.net.

Elliot Roth is back on the keys, Shaleah Adkisson and Amber Iman are singing backup, Andrew Volkoff is directing.  And I'm whipping up stories about where my sex life has mysteriously vanished to.

I can't wait to see you there!!!!

Here's the official press release for the show....

James Jackson, Jr. – “Inappropriate”

Tuesday 4/30 8PM

Duane Park

308 Bowery (btw Bleecker & Houston St)

www.duaneparknyc.com

RSVP: (212) 732-5555 or duanepark@earthlink.net

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PRESS RELEASE:

            How do you measure what’s inappropriate?

If an ounce of prevention has that much power, do you truly change your behavior to fit someone else’s occasion?  Come inside and find out.

Performance artist James Jackson, Jr. is back at the newly relocated, and STUNNING Duane Park at 308 Bowery between Bleecker & Houston Streets (home of the former Bowery Poetry Club) to ask these questions and more in a new night of laughter and song.

With a band lead by sexy piano man extraordinaire Elliot Roth and backed by Shaleah Adkisson (Rent – Off B’way, Hair – Nat’l Tour) and Amber Iman (Rent – Off B’way), director, and dear friend since directing James in the regional premiere of LaChiusa’s The Wild Party in Boston, Andrew Volkoff (Genesius Theatre Group, Barrington Stage Co., Hangar Theatre Lab Co., Drama League Directing Fellow) cooks James’ unrivaled sass, wit, laughter, and tears into a brew that’s bound to bring Duane Park to it’s knees once again.

Admission is FREE!!!

RSVP for a table at (212) 732-5555 or via email at duanepark@earthlink.net.  Bar seating is also available.  Tuesday, 4/30 @ 8PM

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BIO

James Jackson, Jr. was undergraduately reared by lesbians in the New England Berkshires after artistically growing up in Boston under the soul-food tutelage of a deep southern family.  The shoes; Birkenstocks.  The music; Indigo, Simone, Franklin & Difranconian.  The food; fattening.  The relationships; many, lost, and strong.

After being depostited in New York City over a decade ago, the real work began.  Dance belts, regional stage yelts, demanding Brits, and a rather unfortunate stop in Branson, Missouri lead to his discovery of artistic truth on prestigious stages like Radio City Music Hall as well as Carnegie Hall.  His highly emotional, devastatingly funny cabaret act has been seen at Joe’s Pub, 54 Below, Duane Park, DROM, The A.R.T.’s Club Oberon, and Los Angeles’ Lyric Theatre.  James’ razor-sharp wit, unique sense of humor, talent, and on & off stage persona have become an artistic force to be reckoned with as well as a voice people want to hear as he changes the face of the concert stage.

It's like riding a bicycle...with the seat off.

Well, I imagine it must be difficult for some.  It's a combination of two words.  In an age when "Sup" may suffice as greeting enough for a potential sexual encounter, "LOL" can sum up how I feel about your outpouring of emotion, and even that can have the bonus interpretation of "ROFLMAO", I can understand how "Thank You" may be difficult for some.

Thank you to everyone who has supported me throughout this process, this journey, and these outfit choices.  And I raise my everything to each of you in every possible way.  This weekend's show at 54 Below left me full.  Full of so much and so many things.

I was going to paraphrase one of the commentators I'd experienced in recent weeks and say that I'm "glad I'm finally taking this thing seriously", but they've already had enough billing.

Here's to all of us.  Getting through all of it.

Here's the last song we did.

"Hell or "High Water" @ 54 Below!!!

Hey kids,

I'm tickled beige (never been a fan of pink) to announce that we're taking our show to 54 Below on Saturday night, March 16th at 11PM.  You've GOT to be at this one.  It's huge.  Here's the official press release below......


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"James Jackson Jr. - Hell or High Water"

Saturday, 3/16/13 11PM @ 54 Below

It's time to get the band back together, so we've had to call in The Dream Team.  We've been playing it nice for a little too long.  Join everyone's favorite story man as he brings a new brand of fire to midtown's 54 Below (254 West 54th Street, NYC).  The rumor mill has been buzzing with what happened downtown, and in Los Angeles, and all over Boston, but now he's got something to get off his chest.  You have no idea what he's planned to confess this time.  Elliot Roth (www.ElliotRothMusic.com) leads the band featuring some of the hottest musicians in town.  And we've got Shaleah Adkisson (Rent - Off B'way, Hair - Nat'l Tour), Curtis Wiley (Jersey Boys - Nat'l Tour, The Lion King - Nat'l Tour), and LaDonna Burns (Rent - Nat'l Tour) adding vocals.  Directed by MAC and Bistro Award winner Gerry Geddes.

Tickets from $15-$25 (with $25 food & beverage minimum).  Use the code JACKSON5 online for a $5 discount.  Check out TicketWeb.com for tickets.  You don't want to miss James at 54 Below!!

www.JJacksonJr.com
Twitter: @JamesJaxxonJr
Facebook.com/TheJamesJaxxonJr

TIX:
54 Below/TicketWeb.com: http://54below.com/wordpress/?artist=james-jackson-jr

Another phone call.

Take me.  Seriously.
No, no...really.  I think you should.

Playing with the ever-dulling edge of today's double entendres is something in which we all have to be well versed.  I do want to be taken.  Someone with as deep a set of control issues as I, should definitely be thrown against a wall and passionately explored by the appropriate suitor.  And maybe because of these same control issues, I constantly scan every set of eyes looking for someone to put down their decaf-skim-cap, lower their glasses (I'm pretty out of touch.  I don't think many people still publicly wear their glasses), listen to what I'm saying, and actually take me seriously.

I am not joking around.  I will tell you to "Fuck off!" with the sincerest of smiles.  And I will absolutely rock your entire world to it's core if you do decide to... well... Fuck me.  The two are much closer related than you think.

This journey I've been on is by no means a joke.  And do not worry, no one has referred to it as such.  Other things I've done in the past, yes, they were quite humorous, and not in a good way.  What I am currently building is a place where I get to be myself.  I am also fully aware and proud of the fact that I get to be myself out in the "real" world.  There is amazing power in my gait as I walk down Lexington Avenue from my shrink's office.  Getting out all the crap you let yourself absorb during the week can lead to some of the best sidewalk shade New York City has to throw.

I am building an artistic space that I can tangibly call my own.  If you don't like it, get out.  I won't mind.  I'm using every inch of this space and could use the room.  I've walked into several audition rooms over the last decade and had certain folks sum me up in a way that even some of my "friends" have.

"Oh, look at her."

Or one of my personal favorites, "Sing, girl."

I've even chosen to play into it in my act by embracing the women's music I choose to embrace.  I've despised the idea when, after playing a drag queen for the first time in a gay re-imagining of "Hedda Gabler" entitled "Henri Gabler" several years ago, a dear friend came running toward me in the lobby after my performance announcing "You were wonderful.  I'm so glad that you finally found your thing!  You were so comfortable up there.  This is it!!  You've finally figured it out."  She and I aren't that close anymore.  Yet, these offers to play drag queens have continued to come in every so often.  Thank you for thinking of me.

If I were to ask you to be a part of my show.  If I were to ask you to come be a part of my audience.  Or to play for me.  Or would you sing with me.  Or sing back up for me.  If I ask you to direct me and to harness some of the rambling that my story-telling is partial to.  If I do that, it is because this man...in control of his show.  Me.  He wants it.  He knows what to do with it.  He wants you.  He wants you to go on this journey with him.  I take you.  Seriously.

If I were to ask you to dinner.  Or out on a date.  Or to my bedroom.  If my fingers actually grazed your profile pic on Grindr.  OR I dared email you on OkStupid.com.  If I found you attractive and I let you know.  Rest assured that this man who is in control of his emotions and his life.  Me.  He wants it.  He wants you.  He wants you to go on this journey with him.  I take you.  Seriously.

I am not a gimmick.