In a sense, nothing's changed — they're still performing the brand of old-school funk and R&B that they've been making for more than a decade from their home base in Brooklyn's Bushwick neighborhood. Intact, too, is their unconventional look: Jones is the short yet substantial black woman to the mostly white, mostly Jewish, thirtysomething Dap-Kings. "I'm old enough to be their mother," jokes Jones of her eight bandmates.
As to whether she picked up any, well, unmotherly habits during her years in the biz, she says: "I think the only thing you'd ever hear about drugs in my band is a little marijuana or something like that. And I don't consider marijuana 'drugs.'" Clearing her throat, Jones continues, "But you don't need no drugs, you don't need to be high. I'll be on stage now and people swear that I'm doing something like cocaine to get me all hyped like that, and I tell them, 'I'm just hyped on love. That's just happiness.'"