Portland Mercury, Pabst Blue Ribbon and Grey Goose present Pickin' On Sundays!
Jake Ray, Lincoln's Beard
830 E. Burnside St.
Portland, OR, 97214
3:00 PM (event ends at 7:00 PM)
This event is 21 and over
Singer song writer Jake Ray has never stayed in one place long–but when a broke down truck left him stranded in Portland, OR he quickly found himself warmly welcomed into the vibrant music scene, playing a well rounded mix of mostly his own songs and a few covers of the music that has inspired him through the years. In traditional country style, his songs tell personal stories of heartbreak, hope, pain and redemption soaked with whiskey and the struggles of getting by. He has a way of taking you on an incredible journey with his lyrics and music–from the moments of rich, soul-touching sadness to the up beat rockabilly numbers where you are transported back in time to some roadside Honky Tonk dancing all your cares away.
I will leave the dust of the city street and the noise of the busy town For the windy moor and the high hill and the peat-stream flowing brown; I will keep my watch by the camp-fires where the white cliffs lean to the sea, And dawn shall wake me with golden hands and the rain shall walk with me.
I will seek the place where gypsies roam and strange, wild songs are sung; I will find once more the magic paths I knew when the world was young, And the stars will give me comradeship and the wind will be my friend, And I will send you the gold that lies at the rainbow's end.
Stretch not your hands nor bid me stay; I hear the white road's call; The sun has kissed the buds from sleep, and I am one with them all.
Give me cornbread when I'm hungry..
Corn liquor when I'm dry.
Lincolns Beard has created something delightfully nostalgic with their latest self-titled release—they’ve produced an album wholly deficient of synthetic sound. This is a band’s band—the type you’d expect to see jamming backstage immediately after a sold out show. Their sound is one of guitars, pianos, and voices, and not much else. It’s translatable to even the most untrained ear.
And isn’t that always the way of great artists? We stare and we listen, thinking “I could do that.” “That doesn’t seem so difficult,” we insist. But from that simplicity comes the magic. It’s one of those great paradoxes of music. We want something catchy but complicated. We want something memorable but poetic. So those who make the complicated seem commonplace, the contemporary archaic, those of us who are able to decipher emotion into note are so often misinterpreted as being average because we incorrectly assume that simple is synonymous with easy . But the truth is that NO, in fact, we could not do that. Though Lincoln’s Beard can. And therein lies the beauty of their newest album.
There is a pleasantly unclean feeling to the album, the type of which has mostly vanished from the overproduced, electronically influenced radio tracks of present. The point? They sound as good in your living room as on stage, and that, is something special.
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