LINCOLN CROCKETT's formative years predisposed him to being a melting pot of sounds, and to a penchant for a life of travel. By the time he was ten he'd lived in eight or nine places in five states in the West, Midwest and East Coast. Music was always on, from his musically-trained father's favored jazz and avant garde composers, to his note-perfect singing mother's Cat Stevens and Beatles LPs.

All this resulted in a songwriter with a rare skill: the ability to honestly express himself in a 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.

With the social consciousness of Michael Franti, the clean honesty of James Taylor, the backward longing of Gillian Welch and grooves that are simultaneously upbeat and behind the beat, Lincoln is the real deal – his sound is unmistakable.

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.

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