Percussion is a wonderful thing. It evokes all kinds of feelings, with all kinds of sound that make you take note like a groundhog smelling the air for a clue. I want that in my life, the hand claps the drum rolls, the cymbal crashes, hell even the gongs ringing in the air. I had a dream about percussion, maybe I should buy some shakers and a tambourine. There are astounding one man bands; foot stomping, wailing, carrying on in the best possible tradition. Making a ruckus, hooting and hollering and bringing joy.
Lincoln Durham is pursuing the fine tradition of the one man band. It is not a bad thing, especially today when you can loop segments of sound and play them back, providing your own counterpoint. But even if you don’t, you are providing a service and a link to a grand tradition celebrated in the past for its virtuosity. This is what Lincoln Durham aspires to. His new album is coming out soon. He is immersed in his craft. And you know the blues can touch us, providing catharsis. Lincoln came to play solo for the Music Fog cameras in March during our SXSW shoot. This is “How Does A Crow Fly,” deep and rich and percussive.
-Jessie Scott
