Jefferson Thomas

So basically, what it comes down to, is that in 1776, England was every psycho girlfriend I ever had. "I'm gonna treat you like shit...wait...you can't leave...I'LL KILL YOU!"

Took a break from recording. Went up to my roof and was greeted by the beautiful sunset.  Today and every every day is  gift. Never forget that.  And a gift even more valuable is...tomorrow.

Over the past couple of years, it seems that my “half-assed European tour diaries” are everyone’s favorite JT thing (um, we were kind of hoping it was the MUSIC you were into)...

A few years ago my folks were visiting me, and my Dad and I went for a walk around my neighborhood with a couple of cigars. He told me that he’d been in Nashville quite a bit before I was born, and on his last trip a big-name country star (name dropping is not essential to the story) had taken him under his wing and given him a place to stay at this big flophouse the star rented for aspiring musicians and songwriters.

“This was gonna be it. But after a few days, I looked around at all these guys, leaving their wives and kids, most of them not going back ‘cause this was their big shot, and just said to myself, ‘I’m better than this.'  I missed your mother, and I went home.”

Integrity. I think about that, on some level, every night.

So you take a break from recording to do a gig and your beer of choice is a "session."

I once went up to visit my folks and they said "Hey, we gotta go see Leon Redbone...he's doing an outdoor show." There was a nice little crowd, over a thousand, on a beautiful late summer day, until the skies opened up and (almost) everyone ran for cover. Leon, on a tiny arch-top acoustic guitar and his "band" (a trumpet player and a clarinet player) were on a covered stage and continued playing, while my folks and I and about a dozen other hardcore sociopaths stood there getting drenched, happily and fearlessly soaking in (literally) Leon's ersatz brand of post-neo-vaudeville-ragtime.  It was like our own little Woodstock.  It is truly one of my top ten memories of all time

"Hello, ChIcago!"

Over the past couple of years, it seems that my “half-assed European tour diaries” are everyone’s favorite JT thing (um, we were kind of hoping it was the MUSIC you were into)...