There can be only one... 

To the throngs of you who have inundated me with inquiries about the “other” Jefferson Thomas (I was here first!), I am acutely aware of the problem.  You fire up your favorite listening device or platform or whatever, to hear yours truly and you occasionally come across songs that…really don’t sound like me. 

Now, to be clear, I have nothing against somebody else calling themselves “Jefferson Thomas” (what impeccable taste!), and I’ve heard the kid’s stuff and it ain’t bad.  He’s a kid, just starting out, and it’s his debut EP.  I commend him for showing the initiative to get his whole musical thing together and get it out into the world. 

I initially contacted his distributor, who was of minimal help for obvious reasons; only he should be able to make changes to his distribution accounts.  My distributors have been extremely pro-active and helpful, doing everything they can to get his release out of my accounts.

Finally, I went into private investigator mode (or stalker mode I suppose, depending on how you look at it), and tracked the kid down and emailed him.  He responded right away and was very nice and apologetic.  I told him there was no need to apologize, he had done nothing wrong; it was his distributor that assigned HIS release to MY accounts.  I told him only he was authorized to straighten this out with his distributor, and rightly so, and take charge of his music.

Then I thought I’d toss in a little incentive by pointing out that unless and until he acts, whatever money he should be making will be coming to me, and I really don’t want that.  I said, “I can see you really put the time in on this thing and did the work, and I wanna see YOU make YOUR money.”  Sadly, he said he didn’t care about that – which may have been the most disheartening part of this whole affair.  An entire generation is now completely ambivalent toward the concept of “intellectual property."  But I’ll save my prosyletizing on shit like that for some other time…   

It’s been over a year now, but we’re still working on this.  In the meantime, kid – I’ll take the eleven bucks I’ll get from your first billion streams and head to McDonalds.  Just livin’ the dream…

 

Yea Verily, 

The Jefferson

Today's (NOT) high drama entry from the (NOT) exciting world of the recording studio... 

Listening back to today's work, we noticed two signature one-bar acoustic guitar phrases with really loud annoying finger-squeaks that we just could not get rid of in post. So we tried punching in just those two phrases, lubricating the strings with "finger-ease", a product that was supposedly designed and marketed specifically for this very purpose (and didn't do a damned thing).  Then we tried everything including Wesson Oil, Lemon Pledge, baby powder, and even my saliva (eeew!), all to no avail.

Finally, I decided to try a different guitar with older strings, which did the trick.  So this song now features a 1977 Guild D-44, except for two signature one-bar phrases, which suddenly (and seamlessly) go back 19 years to a 1958 Guild F-20 as the "stunt-double."  All of which just goes to show our dedication; we'll do anything to get the track, including TIME TRAVEL.

Goddamn, this is positively riveting stuff.  You're on the edge of your chair right now, no doubt...

The sad demise of a once-great city continues unabated... 

Driving a van full of gear into midtown Manhattan just as the cops were closing the streets for the ball drop was always a challenge (i.e. a major pain in the ass), but we had some fun New Years' Eve gigs here for several years in a row.  This headline is misleading, however: it was not Covid that "shuttered" this place.  It was idiotic Covid "lockdowns."

Coronavirus shutters Prohibition-era 21 Club in New York City after 90 years

 

NOVEMBER DOUBLESHOT  

Be thankful not only for what you have, but what you have had in the past that sustains you… 

The second single from “Sixteen Sundays” is coming soon… 

And hey...don’t forget to set your scales back 15 pounds tonight!

-JT

Better late than never... 

For obvious reasons, our summer weekly residency in the Hamptons didn't get started until September this year.  So I guess it's more of an autumn residency.  But it's rocking so far, thanks to the continued cooperation of the weather gods.  After all these summers of great seaside Sundays, we finally brought the mobile recording rig along.  So here's "Big Ocean"...by the big ocean.

 

"Summertime" came late this year... 

2020 keeps getting weirder.  Our "summer" residency at John Scott's in The Hamptons didn't start until September 13th this year (we usually finish by Labor Day). And last night was one of the best audiences ever.  I'm used to toweling off between songs in 90-degree heat at these shows, but in this case it was a great bunch of people freezing their asses off in hoodies and jackets and having a great time.    Go figure...

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