Jeffrey Martin
Thank God We Left The Garden
Loose Records
Powerful Contemporary Singer -Songwriter Channeling The Coffee Shops of Greenwich Village in 1963.
As soon as I heard his voice in opening song Lost Dog I was pretty sure I’d at least seen Jeffrey Martin before, or probably reviewed an album many years ago – but I can’t find any record of either.
So, it was uncharted territory as I played this album one cold afternoon a couple of weeks ago.
I’ve always liked a singer-songwriter who records in the way he plays on stage; there’s a frisson of excitement as they perform without the aid of a safety net; and that’s what we get here.
Lost Dog is followed by the cornerstone to the whole album; Garden where Martin goes deep and uses the Garden of Eden as a metaphor for his life in a world that is crumbling from the centre outwards.
“In my mind there’s a garden, full of beauty and darkness
Full of sorrow and sweet things where my heart can be honest
In that garden there’s a fruit tree and I eat from it daily
The same that Adam and Eve ate / what does that make me?”
The way he delivers his prose left me mouth agape the third or fourth time I played the song as the wisdom unraveled slowly, but surely.
As his story goes, these songs were initially recorded as demoes in a self-built shed/studio in his garden, and recordings were constantly being interrupted by wagons on a nearby road and his very own noisy oil heater. Perhaps it’s knowing that brings an added anger or frustration to songs like Paper Crown or Daylight.
Martin doesn’t need to shout to get his messages across; just like John Prine and Tom Paxton among others who ploughed this field before him and currently the likes of Slaid Cleaves and Rod Picott, it’s the words and stories that matter; not the righteous anger that many let get in the way, I Didn’t Know being a prime example and the final song Walking carries a similar weight on its metaphorical shadows too.
Where to go for a singular Favourite Song?
Quiet Man certainly has its merits, with its deep and emotional thread that will have you moving your head towards the speakers so as not to miss a word or note.
“There are holes in all the side walls where the wind it brings the rain in
And the gold crowns have been found out to be brass that has been painted
There are holes in all our bibles where we make secret compartments
To hide the broken treasures we smuggled out of the garden.”
Then, There Is a Treasure and the tragically beautiful Sculptor that sound like they could have their spiritual home in the coffee shops of Greenwich Village circa 1963; but there’s also a contemporary edge to the words making them both minor 21st Century Classics in their field.
I’m pretty sure everyone will have their very own Favourite for a zillion different reasons; but while nothing about it mirrors my own life or relationships ; Red Station Wagon touched my heart in a way very few songs ever has.
I know I’ve certainly ‘been there’ too, but Martin’s powerful song about the casual homophobia and other ‘isms’ of his youth, that haunt him now he’s a fully rounded adult stopped me dead in my tracks and will you too.
After recording the originals in that shed, Jeffrey Martin handed the tapes over to Portland-based guitarist Jon Neufeld who as well as mastering and mixing the songs; added electric guitar to three tracks; somehow managing to bottle the magic that Martin had originally captured on those long and lonely hours when he never expected a man living a thousand or more miles away would be touched by his words and music.
Released 19th November 2023
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