Jeffrey Martin

Name: Jeffrey Martin
Start: 2025-10-18T20:30:00-07:00
Location: 2501 Kettner Blvd San Diego CA 92101

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Sat, 18 Oct, 2025 at 08:30 pm

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2501 Kettner Blvd San Diego CA 92101 | San Diego, CA

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.
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
-Quiet Man
The sounds feel warm, close, and refreshingly real, all held up by the richness and rare candor of Jeffrey’s voice.
Production is restrained mostly to his guitar and vocals, with ﬂashes of classical guitar for a tumbling wash of
melody and low end color. Martin’s voice sits high above everything, reaching into new melodic territory that
goes beyond his earlier work. “I feel like I’ve only just learned how to sing,” Martin said. “Like I’ve been chasing
this record since my very ﬁrst recordings. I wanted to really see what I could do, just my guitar and my voice and
little else. I don’t think it was conscious. I think maybe it was a reaction to the pace of life these days. The churning
news and entertainment and politics and violence of it all. I needed to know that even in this day and age, just a
few simple ingredients still hold up.”
Beloved Portland-based guitarist Jon Neufeld added electric guitar to three tracks. Sticking to the same less-is-
more approach, his playing skillfully and subtly elevates the lyrical intention. Neufeld’s touch is best displayed
on Red Station Wagon, a searing story about one man’s transformation from a narrow-minded bigot into a
person who feels deep remorse for the ugliness of his youth. In his transformation he discovers the clarity of

empathy and compassion. The devastating and redemptive four minute song contains the emotional arch of an
entire ﬁlm, and each turn is beautifully punctuated by Neufeld’s guitar. In addition to his guitar work, Neufeld
mixed and mastered the album, and was such a crucial part of the ﬁnal feel of the record that Martin also
credited him as a producer.
“Jon and I really produced this album together,” he said. “Me in the shack, and then him in his studio working
with what I brought him as he mixed and mastered. It was such a treat to work with him. I brought this pile of
rough songs and he was able to dial it in and make up for my complete lack of recording know-how. I love the
performances I got, but Jon’s magic is what helped them breathe and truly come to life.”
No less lyrically weighty than his previous work, Thank God We Left The Garden holds a new kindness and easy
solace that feels timeless and full of generosity. The title is a paradoxical nod to Martin’s own spiritual
conclusions, a theme that is subtly woven throughout the album. The son of a pastor, he touches on his religious
upbringing then carries us well beyond his past where the weight of his deepest questions are free to unfold.
“It’s always bothered me how uptight religion gets around the messiness of our human natures, always trying to
tell people they’re broken and ﬂawed from the get go. The only God I can imagine is one who is overjoyed with
the mess. Who revels in the edgeless mystery. I imagine hanging around with angels all day gets boring pretty
fast. So maybe we got the story wrong. Maybe we were supposed to leave the Garden all along. Maybe that was
the ﬁrst good thing we ever did. After all, I can’t think of anything that has an ounce of meaning or dimension
that doesn’t come from failure.”
This is an album that craves your full attention, best experienced as a whole. Each song further illuminates the
scene until you ﬁnd yourself resting in the strangely comforting tangle of aliveness and meaning (and full
spectrum of being alive./what it means to be alive.). At its core Thank God We Left The Garden is an album made
of questions, humble and nuanced, a reverent celebration of the asking.
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?
-Garden
Whether singing about his own internal landscape, telling a story of someone else’s, or reﬂecting on the elusive
relationship between scarcity and contentment, Martin’s writing never pushes the listener away, never points a
ﬁnger. He sings of things we can all pin a memory on, holding the rough shorn gem of human experience up to
the light.
There’s a treasure that we all know but we can’t have it / It’s a place beyond the measure of our minds
It is where we go when we forget we’re living / It is where we go when we forget we die . . .
And all the tools we use to feel important / they are useless as a sailboat in the sky
Where old bones and heart aches are forgotten / It’s a place we don’t have words to describe
The sun will rise like it always does on the day that I die
The world will spin, the sun will go on burning
Never even knowing I was alive
-There Is A Treasure
Thank God We Left the Garden will be released on Fluff and Gravy Records in the fall of 2023. Subsequent
touring will carry Jeffrey Martin through all of the US, Canada, and Europe.