How Jason Got His Groove Back

After a house fire and near-homelessness, Chicago DJ/producer Jason Tyler came to Miami and found a new beat

About two years ago Jason Tyler lost everything in a Chicago house fire, which was accidentally started by a superstar DJ and good friend. Then he spent a couple of semihomeless weeks in New York writing and recording an entire album with nothing more than a laptop he carried in a backpack. Finally he landed in a swanky South Beach pad, where he has written yet another album's worth of material.

But sitting in a swivel chair next to the home studio he keeps in his immaculate, spartan bedroom on a recent sunny afternoon, the DJ/producer seems pretty chilled out while contemplating it all. In fact Tyler's affable, low-key vibe seems to rub off — hanging with him is a little like being in the presence of some electro Buddha. Well, a Buddha that's actually trim and a snappy dresser, rocking a fierce pair of thick-framed white D&G glasses.

"Man, when you have a house fire, you see what's important and who's really down for you," he says after a sip of canned Heineken. "Like now, I don't try to fill my life with a lot of clutter. I think a lot better when things are more minimal."

Jason Tyler keeps on truckin' in Miami
Jason Tyler keeps on truckin' in Miami


Jason Tyler performs Wednesday, October 3, at N3ON Pony at the Boom Boom Room, 423 16th St, Miami Beach. Doors open at 11:00 p.m., and admission is free. Those 21 and older are welcome with ID. Call 305-673-4424, or visit

Besides "simplify," Tyler's other main mantra has been: "Follow your dreams, no matter what." It's the theme of his debut studio CD, Model Tested, Rockstar Approved, a 14-track loose concept album of scorching, bugged-out electro-house bangers with nary a sample among them. It has informed his steady work ethic, carrying him since the fateful day he returned to his Chicago apartment from a weekend of gigging in Detroit to find it, and all of his possessions, pretty much nonexistent.

"[DJ] Keoki was leaving New York and wanted to stay with me. So I let him ... for three or four months," Tyler recalls. "We were doing a 10- or 15-city tour, and we went to Detroit for the weekend. And when we came back, the house was being boarded up and there were firemen everywhere.... You know how we have these cinder blocks here?" He motions to a stack of them neatly propping up his computer desk. "Well, he had even higher ones for turntables. And you know how Mac laptops have those little tiny thin cords? He accidentally had one under one of the cinderblocks, and that actually sparked the fire."

Keoki burned my house down? Tyler laughs good-naturedly. "It sounds like LCD Soundsystem's 'Daft Punk Is Playing at My House'! But it's nothing I want to make a song about. He's actually one of my best friends."

Tyler had no renter's insurance, so he took it as an opportunity for a tabula rasa. "So I was like, 'Skip it. I'll just move to New York.'"

It would be a major move, for Tyler had been born outside Fort Wayne, Indiana, to an American mother and a Honduran father. (Tyler is his middle name; Torres is actually his last). The triangle of Fort Wayne, Detroit, and Chicago, and the rural raves around them in the Nineties, had sucked him into the search for the perfect beat.

A melody aficionado from early on, Tyler had fixated around age 10 on the Louis Armstrong records his father played around the house. From there it was on to Miles Davis, bebop, and finally trumpet lessons. Playing in high school ensembles, he was good enough to be scouted for a full ride to study music at Roosevelt University in Chicago. But it was really the siren song of house that led him there.

"The first time I ever heard it, I loved it. It was just so opposite from, like, the classical or jazz worlds I was studying, 100 percent," Tyler says. "And I actually met [Chicago house legend] Paul Johnson at a party in Ohio, maybe Cleveland, and he was like, 'Oh, you play trumpet! You should come to Chicago and work on some music.' At the time I was trying to do some little parties in Indiana. So if I was going to Chicago, I thought, well, I could throw parties there too.'"

He soon left college. His first warehouse party was attended by more than 3000, and his other musical career was snowballing. "Everything kind of happened simultaneously," he says. "I did the parties and then I'd also play; I'd close all my own events." He began teaching himself production on drum machines, an MPC-2000 sampler, and keyboards. He released singles on France's G-Swing Records and domestically on Dust Tracks, the onetime home of electro-rock pioneer Tommie Sunshine.

And always there was the trumpet. Tyler played it live over his sets, improvising as the mood struck him. Soon other DJs — Mark Farina, Timo Maas, Cajmere/Green Velvet, Fast Eddie, Miguel Migs — were asking him to do the same at their gigs. He recorded for not only Paul Johnson, but also Derrick Carter, Gene Farris, and Glenn Underground, among others.

Chicago house, Chicago house, Chicago house. By the time of the fire, Tyler was an established artist on the scene. But he was never totally down with its insularity — the way it is fiercely protective of its storied traditions and averse to deviations.

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