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B.J. Barham was a long way from home when the tragedy happened. On November 13, 2015, the singer-songwriterâ€”raised in a small North Carolina town called Reidsvilleâ€”was in the middle of his fourth European tour with American Aquarium, the rising alt-country act heâ€™d led for nearly a decade. They were in Belgium, less than two hours from Paris, when bad news began to arrive: a series of terrorist attacks, including one in a rock club, had left more than 100 dead. Family members, friends, and the fans American Aquarium had amassed from so many years on the road immediately reached out, making sure the band had been far away. â€œThe onslaught of text messages, voicemails and everything that came in the next day sparked something in me,â€ Barham remembers. â€œIn the next two days, the entire record was written.â€
The record heâ€™s talking about is Rockingham, Barhamâ€™s remarkable and intensely personal solo debut. Not long after the wave of well wishes had passed, Barham found himself piecing together composites of people heâ€™d known since childhood, of those folks and places who had impacted his life in fundamental ways. He sang into his cell phone and scribbled in notebooks, stealing away for quiet moments in order to put the melodies and characters floating through his mind into song.
The shock of the moment and the distance from home seemed to give Barham a crucial perspective on the moments and circumstances that had helped shape him. Wolves, American Aquariumâ€™s much-lauded 2015 breakthrough, had contained Barhamâ€™s most honest, vulnerable statements to date. But these songs took the next step, allowing Barham to share stories about those around him. In â€œOâ€™Lover,â€ he portrays a hard-working farmer forced to make some desperate decisions to support the ones he loves.
In â€œReidsville,â€ named for the place heâ€™d called his home until relocating to North Carolinaâ€™s capital, he immortalized beautiful, sweet, doomed souls, stuck in love in the sort of small towns that are disintegrating all across America. You neednâ€™t have been to Reidsville to recognize these elegantly written, expertly realized protagonists. â€œThis is the first record Iâ€™ve ever made thatâ€™s not autobiographicalâ€”itâ€™s fictional narrative in a very real place,â€ Barham says. â€œThese songs are human condition stories set in my hometown, Reidsville.â€ Barham made these songs his new priority. Not long after he returned stateside, he asked Bradley Cook, the musician and mentor who had co-produced Wolves, to hear them. By afternoonâ€™s end, they had hatched the plan to make Rockingham. Two months later, on January 31, Barham returned from another American Aquarium tour.
On Monday, he and the band heâ€™d built to record Rockinghamâ€”himself, Cook, Cookâ€™s brother and multi-instrumentalist Phil Cook, drummer Kyle Keegan, American Aquarium standbys Ryan Johnson and Whit Wrightâ€”met for the first time. On Tuesday and Wednesday, they rehearsed. And on Thursday and Friday, they cut all eight songs at Durhamâ€™s Overdub Lane. They mixed the results over the weekend, between the sold-out hometown shows and various festivities of American Aquariumâ€™s annual pilgrimage, Roadtrip to Raleigh. The whirlwind kept the songs simple and the recordings human, reflecting a reality much bigger and less perfect than the vacuum of a recording studio.
These tunes, after all, didnâ€™t need much tampering. Rockingham puts its scenes and scenarios front and center, the beautiful grain and twang of Barhamâ€™s voice bringing it all to life. He limns lifelong romance and instantaneous tragedy during the paradoxically heartbreaking, heart-mending â€œUnfortunate Kindâ€ and details the disappointments and dreams of the blue-collar laborer with â€œAmerican Tobacco Company.â€ With its acoustic guitars and pealing organs, ragged vocals and rugged characters, Rockingham is a stunning, personal portrait of small-town America, easily identifiable and familiar.
For the albumâ€™s sole autobiographical moment, Barham, now happily married and sober, penned a letter of sound advice and Southern attitude to his daughter-to-be, â€œMadeline.â€ Itâ€™s too personal to fall under a roots-rock purview, too singular to be swallowed by a larger situation. Like all of Rockingham, itâ€™s not the sound of Barham stepping away from American Aquarium but instead stepping confidently into the thoughts, stories, and feelings of his own thirty years. â€œThis is just an outlet for a songwriter. Itâ€™s me being able to do something different. This is like people who love their jobs, picking up hobbies,â€ says Barham, â€œThis is an exercise for myself.â€
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