So last year I was here in Clinton and going to the gas station to pick up some blunts when all of a sudden I saw this old, rusty conversion van with this crudely spraypainted phrase that read: The Duhks. They needed directions to Greenville Dining Hall (GDH if you go to PC or live in the town), so I gave them directions on how to get there and I kind of just watched as this group of strangely dressed Canadians rolled out of the parking lot and headed down the road. Later on that night I saw them in GDH while I was having dinner, and I realized that there was something about them that I really liked, but I just didn't know how to put my finger on it. Meanwhile, I had heard that there was going to be a performace that night and that I needed to go to it in order to get enough performace credits to graduate. I heard that this group from Canada was coming to play, and I figured out that this must have been those people I had seen earlier. They seemed like kind folk, so I made up my mind to go check them out later on to see what kinda stuff the played. At first glance, it seemed as though some type of formal jazz concert was about to go down, and even though I'm cool with jazz, I just wasn't in the mood. Then I noticed This long, curly haired fella bringing a rack with a few guitars and a two or three banjos on it as well. Then this slender, sexy short haired and tattooed sister comes out looking like either a goddess or a faerie creature. The blue stage light glowed on her smooth skin as her simple grace enchanted to remain in my seat and be patient because this lady had a gift to share with me that night. I remained seated and as they were introduced I couldn't help but feel the anticipation of knowing that what I was about to hear was going to be a sensational act of heavy hearted musicians bearing their souls for all who were present to behold. The next thing I knew I was wrapped up in a blanket of swirling melodies and harmonies that held me like a lost child. The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end as the vibes sank deep into my very being, and worked their way through all the rust and rot that comes from neglecting one's self for far too long. The fiddle sounded a chord and it began to cry like I had been crying inside. The banjo kept a steady pattern like rain on a tin roof, and the girl's voice held me and told me everything would be alright in time. I would say that this was a strange experience, to say the least, but it was certainly one that I needed at the time, and for that I'm grateful! If you like string cheese, nickle creek, bluegrass, or Celtic music, then I say to you, check this out! www.duhks.com. Even if you don't like any of that stuff up there, you still might enjoy it because it is far from anything else I have heard in a while. Good luck, and bright blessings to all of you -Mac
So far I've heard the one single they've been playing on the radio. I really dug it and can't wait to hear more . It turns out Bele Fleck produced their album.
