Lincoln and his accompanist Jim, had a really different sound, and maybe a little on the unusual side of life. Lincoln on his Ukelin and Jim on his electric guitar, did a cross play on each others music, most of which Lincoln wrote himself. He comes from a blue grass background and he told me that where he came from it wasn't the in thing to dress up for the "get-to-gethers they had.  He had heard of Lawrence Welk, but had never seen him on TV before, and he seemed impressed with the idea on the Welk show that the outfits Welk's people wore depicted what they were singing the song about. Just another wonder of life.

Saturday, 08 November 2008
House Concert:  Lincoln Crockett

Lincoln Crockett is a healer. A young man with a knack for soothing harmonies and bluegrassy picking, Crockett's songs are pungent delicacies, aphrodisiacs for a mood we are in. Infective, gentle at first, they build us to a peak of energy - and BANG - segue into acoustic electronica, atmospheric/thematic beauty. His fluid themes and chords play in those private places only music can, where we are best expressed in melody and harmony.

All this resulted in a songwriter with a rare skill: the ability to honestly express himself in wide range of styles and still always sound completely, unmistakably unique. Listening to Lincoln's songs you have a solid sense that this is a guy who has gone to the bottom of the well and come back realizing there is no well: he sings, plays, thinks and is what he does because nothing else remained when the rest fell away.

Lincoln's voice is unmistakable on any instrument. Lyrically he gravitates toward hard-to-hear subjects that are still easy on the ear, songs that are very personal and very accessible all at the same time. "I’m not writing ‘new traditionals’, ya know, new songs in the old style. I am only writing if I have something to say. I like to think I help modern people navigate meaninglessness. Inside of each of us we have our own piece of the puzzle, the unique pattern of chinks in our armor, the hand-prints of our struggles and triumphs. I love that in people.

There's a gentleness and a strength to Lincoln Crockett, like your best friend if he was kind & forceful, with a long hug and a sock in the shoulder, and who'd rather talk about the weather last, after all the real stuff. His songs touch the mystery and other people with it. Sometimes profane, sometimes profound, always lucid, perhaps the best description is no description at all but to say... ...there it is.

 7:30pm at Brookhaven Lodge.