There is a Stradavarious violin somewhere on Long Island that knows the truth. About itself. About its aging tattoo. About a "J" and a "K" carved into its body with a wood file. With such a limited consciousness acerbated by an exponentially limited means of communication, as the sole witness to and of its branding (with the exception of the violator, of course) the truth seems destined to stay locked within the mahogany exterior.

Flash-forward a couple of decades... A dapper young man, trumpet in hand, possible guilty conscience in heart, bounces about the greater New York area, Southern and Central California, and sections of Europe.

His name is Jordan Katz.

At present, his horns, guitar, bass, and vocals are integral to Common Rotation, in which he performs with fellow musicians and childhood friends, Adam Busch and Eric Kufs. A testament to time's effect on evolution, the aforementioned band is the latest manifestation of a group Jordan formed during high school in the suburbs of New York.

After high school Jordan fled to the University of Albany to study Political Science then returned to Long Island to join his uncle's band playing weddings and bar-mitzvahs. It was around this time that he became part of Rainbow Trout, the quintessential Long Island funk band of the end of the millennium. Jordan transformed them into an original national touring act and well sought after backing band working with artists such as Leo Noccentelli (of the Meters) and RCA recording artist Robin Andre with whom they toured with the Dave Matthews band.

After a long run on the road, it was the demise of Rainbow Trout that brought him full circle to reunite with Adam and Eric. Along the way, he has also performed with Jason Crosby, Big Daddy Kane, Ghostface Killah, Rakim, God Street Wine, Derek Trucks, Susan Tedeschi, Deep Banana Blackout, Oteil Burbridge, The Zen Tricksters, The Greasy Beats, Connie Price and The Keystones, and David Berkeley.

Tragically, maybe the silent Stratavarious is the only entity with a true grasp on evolution in the life of Jordan Katz. But maybe what appears to be a "J.K." is just the scratches of a mover dragging an instrument too close to the walls.