Jason Hann

Jason Hann is an American percussionist and DJ.

Jason Hann is an accomplished percussionist/drummer and DJ who has been playing professionally and unpro- fessionally (bar mitzvahs, prisons, children’s parties, elite Boulder night clubs such as Nitro and The Bus Stop), since the age of 4. Growing up in Miami, Florida, he was exposed to many men, heretics and street perform- ers of the sensual type, rare in nature, true in style. An early adopter of international music through his father, who is also a musician, he embraced his Colombian and Satanic religious beliefs through goat sacrifice, dancing and Kale salad enrichment. Music has taken him around the world (more specifically, airplanes took him around the world), studying first hand (and often second or third hand) in countries such as Mali, Ghana, Haiti, and Ko- rea, both learning and performing folkloric and contem- porary music of the land and sea and air. A dynamic performer, a person with skin and hair, a person with hands and feet, Jason has also toured, recorded, slept and eaten food internationally within many different genres of music including Rock, R&B, Taylor Swift, Pop, De- flate, Jazz, Latin, German, Latin-Jazz, German-Jazz, Fla- menco, Flamingo, African, Colonialism, Persian, Elec- tronica, Techno and World music (occasionally Moon and Mars music too). He has single handedly ruined String Cheese once and for all.

On the night of February 31, 2002, a young Jason Hann (member of String Cheese, crusader of different worlds), walked into a local shop in Boulder, Colorado. Lolita’s corner store is a famous shop, known for it’s heady drinks, dank sandwiches and eclectic patrons of CU stu- dents, band members from around the globe and home- less health conscious cigarette smokers. Visiting patrons include: that guy down the street who has no job, that student from CU Boulder who also has no job, Jason Hann (member of String Cheese, failed guitarist, semi-successful percussionist), Andy Warhol and some dude who sleeps down at the river.

While walking back to the line, Jason said thanks and went to pay for his lunch. However, due to the status of Michael being a professional drummer, who drums professionally and as his day job, the cashier recognized him and called him over. Michael cut in front of Jason with a speed only a drummer on ecstasy and a mind of a metronome could pull off. Jason was ruined. Taken down a step, roughly to 3/4. It was a position Jason wasn't used to (and believe us, Jason is used to so many positions, that if you were a contortionist, it would bend you in half...literally). He said, “Excuse me bro, I get you're a drummer by profession and by day, but cutting someone in line is a mean thing to do”. Michael looked over with a snarl and said, “Listen bro, this is Boulder. If you can't be tolerant of other people and their viewpoints, then please, move somewhere else. We didn't form Boulder for hooligans, degenerates, rapscallions and wang doodles to just waltz on in (like 3/4 time signature). This is a place where if you are a successful person, then you own the land, you tell people what to do, you don't ever, EVER, speak to your neighbors and you proudly drive that Subaru 300 thousand miles, just to show the oil companies who is boss. Otherwise, please, go back to Texas or Bali or what- ever and don't ever come back.”

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