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The Dap-Kings and their label, Daptone Records, are deadly serious about their funk. So it seems fitting that they're headquartered in a genuine urban ghetto: the Bushwick section of the New York City borough of Brooklyn. (To give an indication of just how bad-ass that 'hood is, note that Geto Boy Bushwick Bill actually hailed from the far less ghetto Brooklyn section of Flatbush, but chose to adopt Bushwick as his tough-guy nom de rap.)
But Daptone isn't in Bushwick for the street cred, per se. No, first and foremost, it's the cheap rent that enticed them. "It's a big two-family house on a real beautiful block in Bushwick, if you can imagine -- it's pretty ghettofied there," says Dap-Kings bandleader and bassist and Daptone-owning partner Gabe Roth, a.k.a. Bosco "Bass" Mann.
But what they may have established is a virtual Hitsville, NYC -- ground zero of a burgeoning Big Apple funk scene that includes the Sugarman Three, the band led by Roth's Daptone partner and Dap-King saxophonist Neal Sugarman, and rapidly rising fellow Brooklynites the Antibalas Afrobeat Orchestra, among a slew of other young acts playing a brand of music that had its heyday some three decades ago.
The eight-man Dap-Kings are the house band for Daptone, which releases CDs and even some 45s. The label has unearthed obscure older funk and soul singing talent like Lee Fields, Joseph Henry and Naomi Davis to work with its bands, but their big find may just be Sharon Jones, whom they've dubbed "Soul Sister No. 1," and not just because she was born in the same hometown as James Brown -- Augusta, Georgia.
The music Jones and the Daps make is analogous to that of Brown and the JBs: funk as deep and loamy as a Southern cotton furrow and as hot as the summer sun shining above. All you have to do is flip the gender of the lead singer. The band has the sharp threads and cool moves as well as the simmering chops to roll the groove out onto the dance floor. And Jones boasts a set of pipes that wails and howls and gets down and simmers in a way that can't help but sex you up. It's easily a match for any of the great soul-shoutin' sistahs of the style's heyday.
Jones first came to Roth's attention while the latter was making a funk record with veteran singer Lee Fields -- known as "Soul Brother No. 2" or "Little J.B." -- in the mid-1990s. Speaking on his cell phone in a taxi rolling through Brooklyn's snow-lined streets, Roth remembers their meeting. "We needed some background singers. And the sax player that was playing on the record at the time said, 'Oh, my girlfriend can come in and sing background.' And these other two girls were supposed to come in and sing, too. And the sax player's girlfriend, who turned out to be Sharon, said, 'Don't worry about it. I can do all the parts myself.' And she came in and killed it, sounded great."
The 48-year-old Jones had put in many years in a series of rising bands that never quite made it, although some of them did open shows for the Four Tops, Peaches and Herb, the Drifters and Maceo Parker, so she knew a thing or two about how to get a crowd up and doing the boogaloo. But when she first entered the studio and saw a sea of white faces, she was highly skeptical. "I'm gonna tell you just what I thought," says the diminutive but highly feisty former prison guard from her home in Far Rockaway, Queens. "I thought, 'What do these young white boys think they know about funk?' I thought they were joking, I thought they were playing with me. But I finally went down there, and I was like, whoa!"
Bosco won Jones over to the point where she now speaks of him in mystical tones. "I told Bosco he's been reincarnated," she says. "He's really a 55-year-old black man who came back as a 30-year-old Jewish boy."
The sessions -- for Desco, Roth's previous label -- paid off. The singer shot straight to star status in the UK, where she is now referred to as "The Queen of Funk." Jones is quickly adapting to touring across the pond. "The main thing is blouses and underwear -- that's what you have to worry about," Jones advises. "I was in London, and they didn't have any place for me to hang my clothes that I washed out in the sink. And I was hanging it on this lamp. And I woke up and my underthing was burning, a big hole in it. I was like, oooowww! The alarm went off and everything. Never do that again."
It's clear that she's loving every minute of her finally found acclaim, which is just starting to blossom stateside. The band recently returned from a four-day trip to London just in time to nab a last-minute appearance on Late Night with Conan O'Brien. Jones marvels at how a coterie of mainly young, mainly white musicians can make such genuine, greasy funk, and Roth echoes the sentiment with his more philosophical observations. "For me it's definitely not like a retro thing, like, hey, let's randomly take this genre of music and pull it out, or let's try to do this old thing in this cool retro way," he says. It's more about "going forward in the right way -- trying to find the music and the meaning that is most natural to us."