Jeffrey Martin

Name: Jeffrey Martin
Start: 2024-11-15T20:30:00-06:00
Location: 330 East Grayson Street San Antonio TX 78215

Schedule

Fri Nov 15 2024 at 08:30 pm

UTC-06:00

Location

330 East Grayson Street San Antonio TX 78215 | San Antonio, TX

ARTIST PRE-SALE: Wednesday July 24th 11:00AM CSDT / 9:00AM PSDT / 10:00AM MSDT until Thursday July 25th 11:00PM CSDT
PUBLIC ON SALE: Friday July 26th 11:00AM CSDT / 9:00AM PSDT / 10:00AM MSDT
Get your tickets today for Jeffrey Martin
Doors at 7:30pm Show at 8:30pm
Bart Budwig to open the show.
TICKETS: Advance GA $18.00/ Day Of Show GA $22.00 / Reserved Booths $180.00 (admission not included) / Table Upgrades $90.00 (admission not included)
LIMITED SEATED SHOW - Expect to Stand - NO Seating GUARANTEED. Any Seating Available is on a First Come, First Served Basis. NO REFUNDS all sales final.
PURCHASE OF BOOTH DOES NOT INCLUDE ADMITTANCE TO SHOW - ONLY RESERVES THE BOOTH (Booths can seat up to 4 people some may hold more. HOWEVER the number people in the booth is NOT guaranteed.) You and your party will all still need a General Admission ticket to get in to the show.
PURCHASE OF TABLE UPGRADE DOES NOT INCLUDE ADMITTANCE TO SHOW - ONLY RESERVES A TABLE (Tables can seat up to 4 people) You and your party will all still need a General Admission ticket to get in to the show.
Ages 18 and up - All Minors Will Be Charged an Additional $5 At the Door. 17 & Under Admitted with Parent or Guardian Only.
Tickets for Jeffrey Martin go fast so get yours today!
Jeffrey Martin -
Website [http://www.jeffreymartinmusic.com/] -- Facebook [https://www.facebook.com/musicjeffreymartin/] -- Instagram [https://www.instagram.com/jeffreymartinmusic/] -- Twitter / X [https://twitter.com/_jeffreymartin] -- YouTube [https://www.youtube.com/@jeffreymartin9033] -- Spotify [https://open.spotify.com/artist/7mIGDvDuuObf7vdxapVrmZ]
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. Long nights bled into mornings in the tiny shack he built in the backyard, eight feet by ten feet. What began as demos meant for a later visit to a proper studio became the album itself, spare and intimate and true. 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. During the coldest nights, he timed recording between the clicks of the oil coil heater cycling on and off.
Martin's fourth full length album, Thank God We Left The Garden comes out on Portland's beloved Fluff and Gravy Records Nov __. 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."
So much has happened in the world since the release of his previous album One Go Around (heralded by No Depression as 'the poetry of America'), 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. In a moment where depth is so often traded for the instantaneous, where tech billionaires are building rockets to escape the planet, where the dead-eyed stare of artificial intelligence is promising to existentially upend our world, and where divisiveness in our culture is breeding delusional levels of certainty, Jeffrey Martin's new record feels like a hopeful and fully human antidote.

Bart Budwig -
Website [https://www.bartbudwig.com] -- Facebook [https://www.facebook.com/BartBudwig/] -- Instagram [https://www.instagram.com/bartbudwig] -- Spotify [https://open.spotify.com/artist/0tIpVyhyW2qBgEBAIRcEJ9]
Sometimes when Bart sings, I forget what we’re talking about. I’m sure he knows though. I trust him. He sounds like John Prine, plays like Hoyt Axton, and looks like well...Bart Budwig. He’s a cosmic country lawn gnome. He’s cherubic, cheery, and an old soul. Songs spring from the dreams of his noonday naps, and punch the keys of his typewriter above the OK Theater in Enterprise, Oregon. When words won’t take, he calls 'em in with a bugle of his trumpet, or a strum of soothing guitar.