Magical garden exeter pa1/20/2024 ![]() ![]() So much has happened in the world since the release of his previous album One Go Around, and Jeffrey has filled the time doggedly, but happily, touring the US and Europe, watching it all unfold in a stream of small town conversations and city sprawl. He produced and engineered it himself, recalling, “There was a magic quality to the sounds I was getting in the shack with these two cheap microphones, some lucky recipe of time and place that allowed my voice and the way I play guitar and the shape of these new songs to come together with the kind of honesty I was craving.” Martin’s fourth full length album, Thank God We Left The Garden comes out on Portland’s beloved Fluff and Gravy Records Nov 3. ![]() During the coldest nights, he timed recording between the clicks of the oil coil heater cycling on and off. Recorded live and alone around two microphones, Jeffrey often held his breath to wait for the low diesel hum of a truck to pass one block over on the busy thoroughfare. What began as demos meant for a later visit to a proper studio became the album itself, spare and intimate and true. Long nights bled into mornings in the tiny shack he built in the backyard, eight feet by ten feet. ![]() On a small corner lot in southeast Portland, Oregon, Jeffrey Martin holed up through the winter recording his quietly potent new album Thank God We Left The Garden. Like he gave you a heart but He did not give you a placeĭid He breathe into you just to tell you that you are to blame? The world wants a man who is hard not hard to defineĪnd you feel like a child that the God of all forgot to name They didn’t like the way that you talk or how you move in the world How you glide like a leaf on the water all gentle and kind The church was a boot on your neck since the day you were born Your hand touched my hand and retreated in that desperate darkĪnd I called you a faggot and laughed and lunched you in the arm That night on the roof of the school when we were talking at starsĪnd you said that you might be afraid of who you really are You’d let your hands dance and you’d let yourself laugh out loud Out away from your dad you were always so easily found We’d walk to rent movies and wander our way across town I can still see that red station wagon on the street by your house ![]()
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